Matisse: The Bookish Modernist
Back on the horse this Monday morning and into the fields we ride. The grass is tall and the flowers pretty. The sun is high in the shimmering sky and look, just beyond the bend, it’s a media horde. And they want to talk literature! Here we are. Let’s dismount. Steady boy. Reporter number one: “We’ve caught wind of literature’s influence on modernist art. Care to comment? And, is the movie version of Beyond a Reasonable Doubt bad enough to buckle Michael Douglas’ acting career?” Seems so, but Wall Street 2 should revive him. Next question. Hey, Larry, good to see ya. Nice trench coat. What’s that, The Elegant Variation is waxing nostalgic for the typewriter, Litquake is going to rattle SF this year, and the Skellig Michael site in Ireland has historians in a squabble? Jeesh. All right, boys. Time to push on. But before we go, one question. Who here’s got the scoop on The Boston Globe blogging about a book about blogging? Or n+1 saluting David Foster Wallace on the anniversary of his death? Or Bookslut thinking about sex, and the 1960′s? At least one of you has got to know about the odd, potent tale from Georges Simenon that’s being reviewed in The Observer. No? Time to get to work, boys. See the links below. Us, we’re heading for the hills. — Kevin Murphy
