Twas a fine week, a fine week indeed, here at DSM headquarters. And now it’s time to review all of our hard work. Come on, grant us this indulgence. It gives us a pre-weekend buzz and allows you, dear reader, the chance to read a story you may have missed. Also noted below is a Poetry Contest Update and allusions to the future. Happy Friday everyone.
From the daily archives:
Friday, November 13, 2009
Too many sentences have already been written about Reality TV. So we’ll avoid the topic and instead direct you to Vanity Fair, where James Wolcott eloquently shreds this generation’s favorite form of entertainment. Still, one can’t help wondering how, if most everyone with whom you speak supposedly detests Reality TV, the form exists at all. We call hogwash, everyone watches the damn stuff. More ridiculous news you can’t help but investigate: Eagle-eyed computers posit Hemingway and other famous authors wrote at subpar levels. Elsewhere, Steve Almond venerates Vonnegut in The Rumpus, a new book shares the stories behind everyday inventions, and Kim Stanley talks time travel in his kitchen. In closing, America’s recent literary heartthrob, Roberto Bolaño, gets his reputation scrubbed, and a scribe in Granta lays down the laws for writing about Africa. Turn off the TV, this is reality. — Kevin Murphy





