July 18, 1928
Emily Brontë was born 195 years ago today. In her honor, we bring you New Republic associate editor Robert Morss Lovett's 1928 take on Emily, her sisters, and her legacy.
In our latest issue, we published an interview with Nobel Prize–winning novelist Orhan Pamuk. Pamuk studied journalism in college, but in 1975 decided to focus on writing books. His first novel, Cevdet Bey and His Sons, was publshed in 1982; since then he has written a long list of works that have been translated into 46 languages. Below is an abridged list of his work available online, as well as a selection of interviews.Pieces by Orhan Pamuk
September 13, 1939
In honor of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, who died 174 years ago today, Kenneth Burke's 1939 essay lauding Coleridge as a great champion of idealism.
You don’t name your publication the Los Angeles Review of Books unless you are trying to make a statement. Most obviously an allusion to the august, 50-year-old New York Review of Books, the website is more broadly a flag-planting atop an American literary scene that, despite the vastness of the continent, has for at least a century been overwhelmingly weighted on a small, dinky island in the far northeast.
In The New York Times 'Open Book' section, which appears in the Sunday Book Review and is full of nuggets on the literary world, there appears the following:
The new novel Americanah has elicited a number of strong reactions, ranging from exasperation to awe. The author, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, a Nigerian woman, appears to be no less divisive, at least based on the discussion about her book on Twitter and elsewhere. (I haven't read it.)
The Writing Industry Is Booming, Even if the Book Industry Isn't
The writing industry is booming, even if the book industry isn't.
The god that fails: a novelist’s uneasy relationship with fiction.
Several years ago, David Shields staked out a new literary aesthetic with Reality Hunger. His latest, How Literature Saved My Life, reads like so many strung-together blog posts. But does that matter?
The awkward art of the smitten word
The only thing more common than bad sex? Bad writing about sex. A novelist describes the dangers of the smitten word.