A random compilation of writers, living and dead, and who they read.
Society at large may not recognize it, but every morning when you go to your writing desks you’re up against not the Yankees but the literary tradition, two thousand years of great works to admire, learn from, compete against, and, hopefully, expand. It’s no small task you’ve set yourself. Don’t let anybody tell you different.
[T]he narrative that Amazon wants you to believe—that publishers make books more expensive than they need to be and keep authors from making money—is a lie.
A world where everyone self publishes will mean fewer authors making a living and fewer books that reach their full potential as art. Period.
On the socially-inept and naturally distant nature of writers in a family. I found it really interesting, and kind of sad, how much sense this made to me.
The retailer’s growing list of critics, however, argue that Amazon has $48 billion in revenue but hardly any profit, proof that its approach is opportunistic and unsustainable. When traditional publishers, booksellers and wholesalers are destroyed, these opponents say, Amazon will be left with a monopoly that will be detrimental to the larger health of the culture.
This article sums up the problem with Amazon really well. Also, kudos to EDC for dropping them!
Really interesting article on the way books are gender-coded, and the way “Women’s Fiction” is treated.
Very intriguing read! I absolutely agree on the way that we read (or don’t read) women the way we do men, but it’s particularly disturbing how firmly rooted that prejudice lies. Especially relevant for an aspiring female writer meself!
(Source: sesquedoodle, via iliketoread)
If I could present theories directly and well, I might be tempted to do it, but as I can’t, I prefer to discuss the human heart through characterization, and to address the human condition through plot. Many of the masters do the same—Chekhov, Salinger, Austen. When a writer presses the pause buttons, turns to me and says, Now I’m going to tell you about life, dear reader, I think, This had better be damned good, and if it isn’t, this dear reader makes his excuses and heads for the exit.
And this is the most important: I believe that creators of books should have control over how their work is distributed. If, for instance, a musician doesn’t want her songs played during Rick Santorum rallies, then Rick Santorum should not be allowed to use them. I don’t want my books to be available for free download (unless you borrow an e-copy from a library, that is). I just don’t. It’s not because I’m a greedy bastard or want to keep my books from people who might otherwise read them. It’s because I believe books are valuable.
I hid in schools of thought, in mixed metaphors, in the airport lounges of unrecognized states, but sooner or later I always hear the distant baying and I know my words are on my trail.
Number 9 Dream, David Mitchell