A periodic news and reading round-up
(or: the most interesting, weird and worthwhile ways I procrastinated of late).
Let’s start with the weird and Canned Unicorn Meat! Excellent source of sparkles! (as revealed to the twitterverse by @aeroplanegirl Jen Campbell of Weird Things Customers Say in Bookshops brilliance.)
Anyone gotta loan of a dollar? Maya Angelou is ‘playing’ the Arlene Schnitzer Concert Hall in Portland in October, and tickets go on sale this week. #soveryverypoorrightnnow
Aaaaargh! Puuuuush! Why doesn’t fiction deliver birth scenes?
Punchdrunk Potato Puncher! Uproar in my native-land over cliches and stereotypes in an Australian article about Irish Boxer Katie Taylor’s Olympic gold victory. Erin go bragh!
Upcoming birthday of bookloving niece. This will help: 100 Best-Ever Teen Novels.
“I give the impression of mysterious ease, but it is only with the greatest effort of my will,” Elizabeth Bishop’s mollusca persona, and snails as muse and mirror in The Paris Review.
It’s hard to believe as I plucked from the bounty of berries on the Oregon coast this weekend, but I take nothing for granted and this Salon piece is food for thought as the world – and America – faces a Real-Life Hunger Games. Man cannot live on canned unicorn meat alone y’know.
Lastly, McSweeneys launch 90Days90Reasons tomorrow: Americans for the reelection of Obama. I am but a lowly legal alien and though I do not have a vote, I do have a voice and I’m looking forward to some rousing essays and debate in the run-up to November.
Oh! and I was relieved to hear Gary Shteyngart is not a whore.