A good New York Times piece about the VQR craziness.
Let the countdown begin. David Foster Wallace's Pale King finally has a pub date.
The hidden pains of writing (or typing). I, for one, often wake up with completely numb hands and wrist pain. I'm pretty sure that's not really healthy.
Jonathan Franzen's going to get another shot at Oprah's book club. Hopefully he doesn't end the entire club. Again.
The Millennium trilogy. Maybe not the greatest thing ever, according to The Millions. I don't think it'll be graduating to their Hall of Fame after this.
Twenty reasons why dating a writer might not be the most amazing idea in the world.
Finally, the haiku bandit.
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