Friday dawns. It’s hot here in the Northwest. And everywhere the stores have sold out of fans. Oh, the horror. We drip as we write, dear reader. But take heart, we’re listening to old school R&B. There’s something good and sweaty about Roberta Flack, the way she makes the heat a part of her music. As any old school musician knows, atmosphere is important. Let’s use that as today’s motivation. We move through the cool cool beats, the deep-heart chill, to our literary brethren. Jacket Copy looks at infamous literary feuds. The original works (read unedited) of Carver have been posthumously released. The Times debates which is the real deal. After his beer with Obama, Skip Gates travels to Martha’s Vineyard, where he will participate in a literature festival. An Indian author will not go gently into the night, the Science Times has the skinny on men who live too long at home, and the ongoing mystery of what Thomas Pynchon looks like is answered by a forensic artist. Also, Vollman’s latest tome is reviewed, the curiosities of writing in a book’s margins are explored, and Slate explains how “Hit by a Bus” became a catastrophic cliche. Here’s to your survival. — Kevin Murphy
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