Tag Archives: on books

Now here’s a list

I waited a long time to get to this book. Gosh it’s good. At the bottom of the steps, he passes through the lost-articles room, lined with pegboard, furnished with…

The mercy crying game

I started reading a book last night, a book I thought would be fun. It didn’t grab me, but I was sleepy. So I crashed and after getting up, I…

Responding to the litblogging boys

Ed swipes at Jay McInerney, unfairly, I think. McInerney’s review (of Andre Dubus III’s The Garden of Last Days) was so entertaining that it made me curious about what else…

Out Stealing Horses and more criticishness

Per Petterson’s “Out Stealing Horses” is currently the bestselling book at Powell’s. Which makes me feel not so bad about saying it just didn’t do it for me. Initially, I…

Emily Gould ankles Galleycat

Emily Gould, onetime Gawker turned publishing industry blogger, has left Galleycat. Her tenure at the site began two months and six days ago. Emily Gould’s first Galleycat post; her last…

No bookshelf book for book lovers

Sunset Magazine has published a series of do-it-yourself books. I had (and de-acquisitioned) vintage books on making mosaics and building outdoor furniture. The one book I kept was the one…

Liveblogging BEA

I won’t actually liveblog the panel I’m attending — there are several authors, and they’re reading, and the first one, I fear, is reading too long. Instead I’ll share some…

Litbloggers at BEA. And none of us are typing.

An unplanned convening of litbloggers at Book Expo. From left to right: Dan Wickett (The Emerging Writers Network), Kassia Krozser (Booksquare), Mark Sarvas (The Elegant Variation), Ron Hogan (Galleycat, Beatrice)…

Book Expo is coming

I’ve gone to Book Expo twice before, and still I feel entirely unprepared for BEA 2008. The first year, it was in Washington DC. I stayed at an unfortunately expensive…

clicking is more interesting than packing

But reference books are, when Gwenda writes about them for PW. So are Houston stoners, who decided a skull-shaped bong wasn’t authentic enough. What exactly happened the night of August…