- A little interview with Daniel Handler on the occasion of the 12th Snicket book’s release. Also, raisin bagels are an abomination.
- From books to adult movies over at Black Market Kidneys.
- Lethem vs. Birnbaum. This should be good.
- Get to know Mr. Schwartz.
- Christopher’s updating every day. Seriously! (Ask him why cats are suddenly blocking his path.)
- Author Tour Pro Rankings, as handicapped by Jeff VanderMeer. This one is just too good to miss. And the Locus Online piece that inspired it, by Rich Horton, on short story award winners and editors.
- Two essays at the Mississippi Review. (Via Mr. Barzak.)
- And a poem at Margo Lanagan’s.
Tonight’s ep description:
Green-Eyed Monster. While dealing with her own relationship issues, Veronica helps a young woman discern her new fiancé’s intentions by posing as a sexy, available coed.
I"m almost tempted to stop watching new episodes until we’ve seen all season 1. Almost. Not quite.
I’m home, thankfully, but still under the gun. All I have today is links; next week will be better.
- The Time list of the 100 "best novels written in English since 1923." Go marvel at an arbitrary, but pretty wide-ranging list. Certainly not worth arguing about, at any rate. (Via everybody.) (Later I will memefy that sucker.)
- Peter Preston on genre blinders at the Guardian. (Via Ms. Booksquare.)
- This portrait of Jeff Ford by Jerry Wickham is amazing. I wish there was more of Wickham’s work up online to point to.
- Two views of Serenity, which I saw again on my trip and will post about someday soon.
- Andrea Seigel’s Like the Red Panda might be a TV show on The N, but will definitely be a pilot. And there’s a new podcast up with Seigel at Pinky’s Paperhaus. Can’t wait to read To Feel Stuff.
- Jeff VanderMeer posts about a boatload of hot new muzak. Drop your own recs in the comments.
- Cecil Castellucci with wise words on rejection.
- Kelly Link and Holly Black teaming up to fight crime–or superheroing’s wittier cousin, anyway–to teach writing. Makes me wish I was going to next year’s Clarion East. So if you were thinking about it at all, apply. Rest of the stellar line-up here.
- Like Heisenberg on uncertainty, McLaren on alcohol.
- Finally: "Writers are a funny lot." (With photo.)
It’s a new week and so Scalzi has a new book out (I kid because I love, it’s not like he’s caught up with the award-winning Scott or anything), The Rough Guide to Science Fiction Movies. Therein lies a list of movies referred to reverentially as The Canon. Bold the ones you’ve seen, etc. List after the cut. I should confess that I took a science fiction film genre course in The College Days.
Also, I wish Them! had made it. I love me some giant ants.
Soft Skull has officially joined the blogverse. Tune in for Richard Nash’s dispatches from the Frankfurt Book Fair this week. Welcome, Soft Skull peeps.
What do I care if people are looking over my shoulder? Tonight’s ep:
Welcome to the Doll House. Richard (Edward Herrmann) tries to get information from Logan (Matt Czuchry) about Rory’s (Alexis Bledel) future plans, but Logan mistakenly thinksthat Richard is asking when the two of them plan to marry. Lorelai (Lauren Graham) is in favor of Taylor’s (Michael Winters) plan to change all the Stars Hollow street names back to their original historic names, until she learns that the street where the Dragonfly Inn is located was once known by a disgusting name. Rory makes a surprising confession to Logan. Richard finally faces the fact that he should never have let Rory drop out of Yale, and shows up at Lorelai’s house to talk things over. Jackson Douglas directed the episode written by Keith Eisner.
Hmmm, another non-Sherman-Palladino ep.
While Harper’s doesn’t put everything online, it turns out they do put a fair amount of things from the Readings section at the front of the magazine up. (And let’s be honest: isn’t that the best part of Harper’s? It ‘s always been my favorite.) Some Nigerians believe phone calls are killing people. The customs of the Waorani tribe of Ecuador. The devil’s edict. A series of escalating emails between Judd Apatow and Mark Brazill.
- The first issue of Orson Scott Card’s Intergalactic Medicine Show is live. There seems to be one story by a woman and a Note to Parents promising that the content will always be PG-13. Beautifully designed though and JJA has a column.
- The future of newspapers may not be newsprint. Bill Breen is a delivery foreman for the New York Times and, at 59, wrote in an e-mail, "I know what the dinosaurs must have felt like, when it started to get cold."
- Best short and acerbic obit ever. (Via Mr. McLaren.)
- The writer’s uniform in Los Angeles, or Why Josh Friedman Can Wear Sweat Pants to Meetings. Hilarious throughout, but this made me snort: I heard of an executive who tried to go tracksuit casual once–his assistant shot him with a tranq gun and the guy woke up naked in a dressing room at the Zegna store with his platinum card and his Blackberry duct-taped to his torso. (Blog discovered via TEV.)
- Niall Harrison on Kevin Brockmeier’s new novel A Brief History of the Dead (due out in Feb). Want to read!
- New urban exploration book that looks fantastic and how to make a secret bookshelf door. (Both via Boing Boing.)
- Do you like your fantasy hard?
Mr. Christopher Rowe has finally begun using his new typepad blog. Isn’t it pretty? Go say hi.
p.s. The reading went great and kicked off a very fun evening with an Easy Listening Band of Doom at a really terrible Mexican place. More on that later. The day got away from us and I have still–rudely–not answered email. It’s nothing personal, I promise, and you’ll hear back from me soon. Off to Atlanta in the o’dark morning.
Okay, so, terribly behind on email and a number of other things. (Email will be answered tomorrow: promise!) We have a reading tomorrow night (I’ll be doing one of the new and improved Girl’s Gang chapters) and I have to write a crit for this evening. On Sunday, I’m off to Atlanta for a couple of days for a work thing and plan to hole up in my room for any loose ends time to (hopefully) put the Girl’s Gang rewrite securely to bed and I need to work up some questions for an interview I’m doing for someplace that’s not here, and on. SO, to be more succint, it’s busy on this end of the dixie cup and you may not hear much from me until Wednesday or so. I’ll try to poke my head in or pre-post a few things for Monday and Tuesday, but I’m not promising.
Just remember: I love you all. Have a nice weekend.
p.s. Check out Kirby Gann’s most excellent answers to a few questions I sent him by way of Mr. Mumpsimus. Kirby Gann week was a great deal of fun, I think, and there’s still an interesting thread in the comments of one of the posts about flawed books and perfect ones. Stop in and leave your own. I prefer less than perfect books myself, for the most part.