Has the iPad been naughty? Apple has demanded that companies with early access to the tablet computer subject it to strict, dominatrix-style treatment: "The companies must agree to keep the iPad hidden from public view, chained to tables in windowless rooms." And—no suprise here—Amazon wasn't given an early iPad, though they plan to have a Kindle iPad app ready shortly after the April 3rd release date.

This morning at 10:30am, Susan Howe, BOMB’s Poetry Contest judge, will be live on the Internet.

The American Prospect explains why the National Enquirer shouldn't win a Pulitzer Prize.

The two-volume Oxford Companion to the Book, weighing in at twelve pounds, crushed our Kindle senseless and upended a precariously placed cup of coffee as it arrived on our desk with a commanding thud. Originally conceived in the mid-1990s, the tome is old-media porn, with an ornately patterned slipcase, gold embossed binding, and ribbon placeholder. We've considered covering our copy in plastic to protect it from outpourings of bibliophile drool.


A still from Grand Theft Auto.

Apparently, penning manifestos is terribly fatiguing. David Shields recently dismissed novelist Myla Goldberg’s forthcoming novel, The False Friend, based solely on a short catalog description. "No offense to her; I haven’t read her work." When pressed by interviewer Edward Champion, Shields explained, “I’ve read enough of her other book. I’ve flipped pages. . . . I was like, ‘What does this have to do with the advancement of culture? You know, nothing.’" Is this an example of what Reality Hunger's catalog copy means when it boasts that "Shields takes an audacious stance on issues that are being fought over now and will be fought over far into the future"? Audacious, indeed. Lazy, too. 

"Something is profoundly wrong with the way we live today," says Tony Judt, in an excerpt from his new book Ill Fares the Land. The London Review of Books' Kristina Bozic interviews Judt to find out why.

Prolific author Tom Bissell's chosen vices were once fairly tame—chewing tobacco, smoking pot, drinking Diet Coke, and the occasional dose of lyric poetry. These gateway drugs quickly turned sinister—he was soon snorting cocaine and playing the gleefully amoral video game Grand Theft Auto.

As tax time approaches, it might help—or hurt—to remember that Kafka made the equivalent of forty thousand dollars working as an insurance company bureaucrat, and that Faulkner's yearly earnings in the early 1920s would add up to roughly eighteen thousand dollars today.

Laura Miller tells Galleycat: "Book reviews have gotten to be a sleepy, dull genre of journalism." (Yawn.)


Bookforum's HQ is jazzed-up over the sunny weather, the arrival of our new print issue, and the apropos sight of Beckett in shades, sandals, and shorts. There hasn't been this much jittery excitement in the office since Stumptown coffee opened a few blocks away.

Signing Statement: Nicholson Baker's Flirty Fan.

Elizabeth Benedict

Over at the Washington Post: "The least-accurate political memoirs ever written."

The evidence, provided by author Frank Owen, is conclusive: Gerald Posner is a "journalistic vampire." Advice for Posner: Don't threaten to punch Owen in the nose.

Amazon and Apple are in the midst of a high-stakes scrap over e-book pricing. Apple's iPad hasn't been released yet, but the buzz surrounding its hypothetical book app has reduced Amazon to drastic tactics.

Elizabeth Benedict, editor of the anthology Mentors and Muses, sums up her feelings about e-books in six words. (We need only two words, the last of which is off.)

Yesterday, the eBook Newser blog provided a pirated version of Roberto Bolano's 2666. We thought we had a literary Napster on our hands, but they quickly removed the link. Now they only proffer legal e-books, which are no less thrilling to read, like G. K. Chesterton's The Man Who Was Thursday.

Jonathan Lethem and Patti Smith will share the stage at the PEN 2010 World Voices Festival. We look forward to seven days of similarly edifying encounters, beginning April 26th, between authors from around the globe, including Aleksandar Hemon, Yiyun Li, Karl O. Knausgaard, Shirley Hazzard, Elias Khoury, and more than one-hundred others.

Saturday night Monica Youn will read from her latest collection, Ignatz, a collection of poems that play on George Herriman’s classic comic strip Krazy Kat. This isn't your ordinary chain-bookstore author event: Providing a live soundtrack will be Matmos, the electronic duo that has revealed its literary leanings in songs devoted to Ludwig Wittgenstein and Patricia Highsmith.


Why did Harper's web-wiz Paul Ford quit? The Awl's Choire Sicha investigates; talk of rats, sinking ships, and "consulting" ensues.

Jaron Lanier

Move over David Remnick, Doris Kearns Goodwin, and Bob Woodward—there's a new presidential historian in town. Porn-peddler Larry Flynt is writing a book about US presidents' (and first ladies') sex lives. According to the proposal, he will answer questions like: "How did a gay-love affair aid the secession movement?" And: "How did one of Wilson's affairs result in the first Jew on the Supreme Court?" We can't wait to find out.

Though he resembles a disgruntled bar bouncer, Jaron Lanier is a virtual reality pioneer. He's playing the contrarian at the SXSWi Festival, delivering an unpopular message about the depersonalized, "darker side" of the web, as articulated in his recent volume You Are Not A Gadget. Lanier is more concerned with human-to-human connection these days, so if you see him, give him a hug.

Bob Miller is leaving HarperSudio, the imprint that specialized in bloggers-turned-authors. We know it's the way of the future, but maybe it was too soon to eliminate author advances.

Brandon Scott Gorrell reviews the harsh reviews of Tao Lin's novel Shoplifting from American Apparel. Unfortunately, the writer doth protest too much, especially since he's published by Lin's Muumuu House.

John Grisham, who has sold more than 250 million books the old-fashioned way, gives in to e-books.

Brittain's poet Laurette Carol Ann Duffy feels soccer star David Beckham's pain. Her poem "Achilles," compares Beckham, to well... Achilles, and intones "it was sport, not war, / his charmed foot on the ball... / But then his heel, his heel, his heel" Oh, brave billionaire Beckham's fragile heel!

Sylvia Beach, modernism's midwife, recalls meeting James Joyce in her memoir: “He put his limp, boneless hand in my tough little paw.” Now a collection of her charming and erudite letters is being published by Columbia University Press, offering first-hand accounts of her bookstore Shakespeare and Company's founding, Joyce's publication, and the shop's rushed shuttering under Nazi pressure.


Job-juggling Bookforum co-editor Chris Lehmann has become managing editor of Yahoo!'s news blogs, but will continue to edit Bookforum. As the Observer explains: “The initial headline on this post suggested that Mr. Lehmann was leaving Bookforum. In fact, he will be continuing on as an editor at Bookforum in addition to his new role at Yahoo.”

Tony Judt

Scholar Tony Judt's book Ill Fares the Land goes on sale tomorrow. It was rushed to print by The Penguin Press (and rushed to review in the Times), presumably because Judt is suffering from ALS, which he has eloquently chronicled in the New York Review of Books. He's also been blogging his memoirs lately, including this intriguing piece about sexual politics in academia, Girls! Girls! Girls!

The Book Examiner Michelle Kerns lists the 20 most annoying book reviewer clichés. Learn them by heart and you, too, could lead the “compelling” and “poignant” life of a literary critic, and host “riveting” bingo games.

A dispatch from the Abu Dhabi International Book Fair.

Emory University is preserving Salman Rushdie's archives, including four of his computers (one sticky with spilled soda). Archivists are struggling with how to preserve the precious zeros and ones within born-digital materials, like John Updike's 5 1/4 inch floppy disks, and Rushdie's virtual Post-It notes. 

Sam Lipsyte reads from The Ask in front of a packed house at Brooklyn's Book Court bookstore.


Editor Gordon Lish, photo by Bill Hayward

OR Books will publish Gordon Lish’s Collected Fictions on April 30th. Lish, best known as Raymond Carver’s Svengali, was an editor at Knopf and Esquire, a writing workshop drill sergeant, and a merciless pruner of purple prose. His stories are sure to attract intense scrutiny; we can already hear slighted authors sharpening their red pencils in anticipation.

People still buy books! To celebrate, Publishers Weekly has named San Francisco shop City Lights Books the Bookseller of the Year.

The New Yorker's recent profile of Mayor Richard M. Daley gets the Second City wrong, writes Chicago Reader reporter Ben Joravsky.

Last year, publishing world veteran Peter Miller endured a barrage of twitter sniping and snarky blogging while presenting at the "New Think for Old Publishers" panel at the South by Southwest Interactive festival. This year he's back, blogging about the festivities for the LA Times. There's still a hint of fanaticism in the air: "In nearly any discussion of books these days, the argument usually devolves into either/or," Miller writes, "Either the publishers get with the program or else. That 'or else' can be a monotonous drum beat at SXSWi that drowns out genuine dialog."

UbuWeb publishes the unpublishable.

Amazon recently bought Audible, but perhaps that was a bad move: the iPad, soon to descend on publishing like the angel of death, might kill audio books, too.

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