This story didn’t happen so very long ago–less time than the average life, and how brief a life is once it’s over and can be summed up in a few sentences, leaving only ashes in the memory, ashes that crumble at the slightest touch and fly up with the slightest gust of wind–and yet what happened then would be impossible now.
-Javier Marias, Thus Bad Begins: A Novel
Deep history can usually be detected in the most banal of artifacts, if you know where to look. Consider one of the most derided items on a modern supermarket shelf: the humble Doritos chip. Originally introduced in 1964 as an exclusive treat for Disneyland visitors, showcased at the “Casa de Fritos” in Adventureland, Doritos have become the crown jewel in the Frito-Lay empire of snacks.
-Steven Johnson, Wonderland: How Play Made the Modern World
“Snakes that fly; geckos that walk on walls; blindfolded seals that track swimming objects by following their invisible wakes. These are among the ‘weird and wonderful’ discoveries in nature that are helping scientists find ways to improve human technology, writes the author of this meticulous, well-written book.” Here’s a review of science writer Amina Kahn’s Adapt: How Humans Are Tapping into Nature’s Secrets to Design and Build a Better Future.
“[Dan] Chaon is no stranger to humanity’s darker side. It’s almost as if he writes in blood rather than ink, creating a body of work featuring malicious intent.” Here’s the author of Ill Will.
“Yes, there is a revival underway, and I’m so glad to see it happening, because I’ve worked hard for [Albert] Murray’s legacy for several years, alongside Murray’s literary executor, Lewis P. Jones.” The centennial year for a singular writer.
“Is it possible to write a coming of age novel when your main character is 39 years old? Jami Attenberg attempts just that in her new novel All Grown Up.”
“Some two million Americans are enrolled in for-profit colleges, up from 400,000 in 2000. Those students, most of them working adults getting short-term certificates, are disproportionately nonwhite and female. They graduate with more debt than students who have attended public and nonprofit institutions, and are more likely to default on their loans. It is taxpayers who are financing the expensive and often academically inferior education that for-profit colleges provide. Ninety-four percent of for-profit students pay tuition with federal student loans.” Here’s a review of Lower Ed: The Troubling Rise of For-Profit Colleges in the New Economy.
When the destruction of Israel commenced, Isaac Bloch was weighing whether to kill himself or move to the Jewish Home.
-Jonathan Safran, Here I Am: A Novel
Billy Brennan overdid it again with the fast food. After, he hurried as best he could along the street, fighting the need to stop and recover–he didn’t want to draw any more attention to himself.
-Ethel Rohan, The Weight of Him: A Novel
You don’t fall in love at first sight, or first kiss even, but many months later, at that indelible moment when you awake in her bed before sunrise, her breath hot on your back, arm draped across your ribs, the contours of her hips flowing into you, and you feel like you’re two interlocking puzzle pieces, built specifically to fit together with each other and no one else.
-Tom McAllister, The Young Widower’s Handbook: A Novel
In New Orleans in June the air is heavy with sex and death, not violent death but death by decay, overripeness, rotting, death by drowning, suffocation, fever of unknown etiology.
-Joan Didion, South and West: From a Notebook
In the morning they gave Reacher a medal, and in the afternoon they sent him back to school. The medal was another Legion of Merit. His second.
-Lee Child, Night School: A Novel
Fame would strike someone, usually the kind that healthy-minded people would not wish upon themselves, such as being kidnapped and kept prisoner for years, suffering humiliation in a sex scandal, or surviving something typically fatal. These survivors needed someone to help write their memoirs, and their agents might eventually come across me. “At least your name’s not on anything,” my mother once said.
-Viet Thanh Nguyen, “Black-Eyed Women,” in The Refugees
Good evening! Good evening! Good evening to the majestic city of Ceasariyaaaaaah!”
-David Grossman, A Horse Walks into a Bar: A Novel