Money can’t buy you love, but it can buy you Abbey Road. If you have ten million pounds.
“To be lost gives you a kind of succulent freedom,” writes Ian McMillan.
JD Salinger died today at age 91, which came as a bit of a surprise, since I had no idea he was still alive.
Sarcasm Inc., a company that apparently exists, has developed a new punctuation mark to denote the use of sarcasm.
Newspaper articles are too long.
“Often real life is boring and problematic. I love the edited version of it.”
Scott Westerfeld’s Leviathan takes place in an alternate pre-WWI Europe that is as much about possible futures as it is about alternate pasts.
The way you experience a book is subjective.
Keeping with my recent theme of a. things related to Lady Gaga and b. things related to typography, I feel it is vitally important that I embed a video which combines them both.
Julian Barnes on typewriters.
124 sci-fi/fantasy books The Guardian thinks you should read.
Abduction? Check. Latex? Check. Awesome? Check.
November is National Novel Writing Month. Which means writing 50,000 words between midnight, Nov. 1, and midnight, Nov. 30.
“The meaning is in the content of the text, and not in the typeface.”
“Rewarding? I don’t think that’s why people do it.”
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, and for most people, that means one thing: more pink in the window displays.
The Hipless Boy is a little bit more silly and sexy – and a lot less pretentious – than many other graphic novels, and for that it should be applauded.
Sarah Waters’ The Little Stranger, a post-war gothic tale about what can only be called a really creepy house, has made the shortlist for the 2009 Man Booker Prize.
“It is not unnatural that the best writers are liars.”
Felicia Day has a music video out for her online web series, The Guild. The awesomeness needs to speak for itself.
I do not read vampire books because I want to know about feelings. I read them because I want to know about throat-ripping.
Behind the smooth-talking, chain-smoking, misogynist advertising executives on “Mad Men” is a group of women writers, a rarity in Hollywood television.
Stephanie Meyer’s The Host is science fiction that doesn’t feel like science fiction. Pity it falls flat.
Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters goes on sale Sept. 15.
Bruno is designed to make people uncomfortable. Which is partly why it is awesome.