What Would Your Book Cover Look Like?
Catching up online after a day of Internet detox. Found this, courtesy of
Maud:
Great book covers..."pulped."What would Gilead look like? Hee. (Jo, the pulp fiction covers made me think of your astonishing collection.)
-VVG
Yiyun's On The PBS
Yeah Yiyun!
bollywood
attention, procrastinators.
as if there wasn't enough crap keeping you from busting out that dramatic conclusion to chapter 69 of your work in pogress, i give you
this. create your own subtitles. post one too, if you get a winner.
Iowa Moving South
I just heard in the past week that our own Becky Lehmann, poetess first class, is moving to Tallahassee to join me in the PhD program. As is newer graduate Robert Monroe, who is trying out the graces of the Kistulentz guest suite next week, while getting his I spent too much time in Ireland pale self sunburned to all hell.
As my new drinking buddy Mark Winegardner says, you can come on down and get a PhD for writing the book that you were going to write anyway.
Which brings me to this question: where are you, geographically? Where are you career-wise? And as the opening salvo, I will start. I will finish course work towards the PhD in December. I've got a bunch of short-shorts and or prose poems out now, including the Dick York piece in a new journal called VOX and the M*A*S*H one in SOUTHEAST REVIEW. The novel putters forward. Should be done in 3-4 months.
So hereby and forthwith, I request that you do the following: update us all. Brag mercilessly.
The New Yorker Corrects A Short Story
Did you guys see that the New Yorker ran a correction to Martin Amis' short story, "The Last Days of Muhammad Atta"? They noted that the story contained a reference to Newark Airport, and that that name hadn't been used until 2002.
I remember reading somewhere that the NYer used to fact-check all its stories... I wonder how this particular correction arose! It's been awhile since I've seen something like that. What did you all think?...
-VVG
como vao voces?
just got back from a little over two weeks in brazil. my portuguese is terrible, but everyone i talked to agreed that the
da vinci code is a stupid book and that
v for vendetta is a kick ass movie. wearing nothing more than a skimpy one-piece and my beloved haviannas, i read
prodigal summer by barbara kingsolver on the beach in rio. it was slightly more refined than a jackie collins book, but a little less fun too. i sped through it until i got to the sexy bits.
saw a wedding, went to a soccer game, ate pig ears on a farm, all while wearing nothing but said skimpy, one-piece. tudo joia.
