A big day for Critical Mass: Margaret Atwood and Adrienne Rich.
Richard Ford is not–repeat not–a Southern writer.
I have not talked to John Updike. He seems rather vaguely pissed off at me.
Setting aside the improbability of this sort of violence being committed with drapery, it’s like the third major editing (copy editing or otherwise) gaffe in the first 48 pages.
Like Flickr, but without the photos. (via Books Inq)
But it is hard to point to the objects of mathematics. Numbers? What and where are they? (via ALDaily)
The Independent picks the year’s best science books. Unsurprisingly, neither Dennett nor Dawkins make the list.
Creative paralysis has always interested me.
The bounty hunter looked on helplessly as the geek killed himself with liquid nitrogen.