If you don’t want to buy books for the holidays (an absolutely shocking notion), you can still contribute to the literary world. n+1 has a great deal going on right now. If you buy a two-year gift subscription for a loved one, you get a free tote bag! And for the Harper Perennial connection, our beloved assistant editor Allison Lorentzen is also an editor at large for n+1.
Two of my favorite books of this past year are nominated for Black Quill Awards over at Dark Scribe. We Disappear by Scott Heim is nominated for Dark Genre Novel of the Year, and Book of Lists: Horror is nominated for Best Dark Genre Book of Non-Fiction. Both are highly deserving and awesome.
I’m very excited for this weekend’s 21st Annual Indie & Small Press Book Fair. It is a) free and b) looks like fun. I’ll probably hit up the sessions “How to Catch a Literary Agent’s Eye” and “Author and Indie Publisher Kelly Link interviewed by Lizzie Skurnick” (our friends at Avon A will be publishing Lizzie’s Shelf Discovery, based on the Jezebel column where she rereads teen lit classics that is one of my most favorite things on the internet, in June.)
I’m a die-hard believer in the art of the mixtape, so I was tickled pink when I learned about the Manservant almost-daily email that sends out a free song along with some juicy factoid, picture, musing or list paired with the song for an experience greater than the sum of the parts. Today was the first time I bothered to follow the link to a video, and looky: instant, gorgeous, breathtaking 2 and a half minutes of zen. Charlie McCarthy’s videos remind me of that feeling of driving with the windows down and the radio up to the most perfect song for the scenery. More on Charlie’s page on Vimeo. Che bella.
I know it’s weird, but this morning I am obsessed with AirlineMeals.net, a site that shows pictures of airline meals with reviews. I love airline food.
Check out this list of literary rock band names, some of which I had never heard of or realized. But did Colour Me Badd really take their name from an unpublished Sylvia Plath poem? Even The New Yorker is wondering . . .
Are you scratching your head over what to give this holiday season that a person can take anywhere (and you’ve already given them the Olive Editions set for their birthday?) Berlin-based writer Michael Bukowski has finally arrived stateside with his self-published No Time For Novels, a hilarious, pocket-friendly compendium of moments ordinary and absurd in the lives of young Berliners skilled in the art of getting by without doing much of anything — until they decide to start an advertising agency. Intern abuse, grumpy coworkers, beerless subway rides, and a guy named Pistol Pete (the one with a cell phone on each hip — come on, everyone knows one) — what more can one ask for? Excerpts are on Bukowski’s website, No Time For Novels, and you can pick up a copy at St. Mark’s Bookshop. While you’re at it, check out Bukowski’s bio, which promises that his reputation, his moustache, and his taste in music are all impeccable, and whose photo will surely inspire you to quit your job to hang out in Euro cafes smoking, chatting, and writing, all at the same time.
Harper Perennial author Dennis Cooper recently tipped us off to this great lit blog, HTML Giant. At the same time, I had heard about their First Annual Secret Santa Gift Exchange to Support Independent Literature. It works like how you would expect a Secret Santa exchange to work: you email your name and address to HTML Giant, they send you back the name and address of your gift recipient, you buy them something related to independent literature. I’m about to sign up and I already know what I’m going to get whoever my giftee is. You should sign up too, because then you might get my awesome gift. You have until midnight on Friday, December 5th.