Deconstructing the tragedy-helps-me-with-neuroses novel

Filed under: The Writing Life — marcia at 1:10 am on Friday, December 12, 2008

Anya Ulinich wrote a short story that one New York magazine critic says is ““entire work of fiction [written] with the sole purpose of a barely disguised personal attack on Jonathan Safran Foer.” Ulinich disagress.

Here is a passage from the story that elicited the theory:

Your characters are monsters who fashion heaps of bones into tiny missing pieces of themselves.

You can read the story here.

What do you think?

via Maud Newton

Karaoke for writers?

Filed under: The Publishing Biz — marcia at 3:50 pm on Sunday, December 7, 2008

Upon hearing that “Joe the Plumber” has a book deal, Timothy Egan writes a rant that I think a lot of us would second.

There was a time when I wanted to be like Sting, the singer, belting out, “Roxanne …” I guess that’s why we have karaoke, for fantasy night. If only there was such a thing for failed plumbers, politicians or celebrities who think they can write.

Egan also hopes that having a writer in the White House will improve things. Man, Obama’s just doling out hope left and right … or maybe just left.


PS – So … Shouldn’t it be “If only there were such a thing …?” Why do I ask? Yes, it should. Ugh, sometimes I hate that I used to copy edit for a living.