“As with many of the writers on my list this time around, I first heard of Mary Wollstonecraft when I was a wee, bright-eyed English major, and, perhaps unfortunately, the main thing I think about whenever I see her name is a statement my professor made that her daughter, Mary Shelley and Percy Shelley consummated their relationship on Wollstonecraft’s grave.”
Yo, publishers, want to make money?
You know why you didn’t know? Because no one cares about DeLillo, that’s why.
…And speaking of things I don’t care about.
Look, I love you as much as the next girl, Shalom, but if you can’t do the pot humor as well as Dave Chappelle, you shouldn’t do it at all.
I still have that kneejerk, schoolgirl “Yay! Kerouac!” reaction whenever I see his name.
Publishing the Pope is not nearly as cool as being excommunicated–or being Jewish and getting the Catholics you work with excommunicated.
“The good thing about short story writing is that you can catch up in a relatively short amount of time.”
Philosophy is a sexy subject and philosophers are notorious cads… But this novel sounds (a) terrible and (b) annoying.
Our submissions have closed, but The Guardian has a new contest.
A joke my father once told me: “A man was taking his dog for a walk and ran into a friend, who was rather surprised at the dog’s appearance. ‘My goodness,’ said the friend, ‘your dog has no nose! How does he smell?’
“‘Awful,’ the man said.”