Finished up The Interloper, and I really enjoyed it. As is my habit, I went looking for author interviews and was amply rewarded.
Rupert Thomson squee alert, this is so not a drill and I so will not be able to venture away from the suburban lair that day. Dammit!
F. Scott figuring out where Gatsby's money comes from.
The next book I intend to track down.
Meghan on the lack of women protags in movies, because this has always driven me crazy, too.
Rhian on rejection and a blog I'm also digging.
And finally...I'm going to step delicately around the MFA stuff in The Atlantic and point you instead toward Ann Patchett, Truth & Beauty, and Clemson University, because this boggles my mind in a way that goes beyond Typical Liberal Outrage. Lucy Grealy did a reading at SLC for Autobiography of a Face -- this was before Oprah went bananas over it -- and even just sitting in a smallish room with her for a little while was pretty memorable for me. Between that quick impression and some other factors, Patchett's memoir felt familiar. And here's a large university whose giant orange pawprints I see on SUVs all the time, completely freaking out over it. (And isn't Clemson where Goat takes place? Now THAT is some scary reading.)
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