Wanted—fortune cookie writers. And lots of other news, strange and sad.
Authors are starving and . . . does anything else matter? We put it to you.
Textbooks are as expensive as the classes themselves, poets are assuming faux ethnic identities, and gynecology is now synonymous with pornography. It’s the end of times.
A brouhaha is brou-ha-ha-ing at the Association of Writers and Writing Programs. And we’re gay. We’re all gay.
Is Amazon as horrible a place to work as some say it is? Oh, and yet another recently discovered Scott Fitzgerald manuscript.
A new Tolkien story, and an ancient cipher. It’s Medieval Day here at Ye Olde Town Crier.
A lost Scott Fitzgerald story has been discovered. “George” gets a better response from agents than “Catherine.” And (gasp!) reading is good for your health.
A new Dr. Seuss book. The Man Booker longlist. Typewriters making a comeback. Srsly!
E.L. Doctorow died, Amazon made a profit, Watchman sold a million copies, and other indispensable news.
Harper Lee, and Ted Cruz, and Douglas Preston, and Harper Lee.
That rascally Amazon is deleting reviews again. And there’s a new Ayn Rand novel! Sort of.
Patterson is giving away more money, writers are flipping out over Kindle Unlimited, and E.L. James opened Pandora’s Box.
Lots of opinions in the news last week. And cocktrumpets. Shitnoodles, too.
Lots of news about contracts. E.L. James is back. And a novel rejected 44 times wins a major prize.
Fathers aren’t reading enough to their children. Book sales are mixed. And Library of Congress has a new poet laureate.