The 2008 Pulitzer Prizes have been announced. The winners include Junot Diaz for The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao (Fiction), Tracy Letts for "August: Osage County" (Drama) and a special citation for Bob Dylan.
We’re officially in the middle of a Picabia moment: with exhibits at the Tate Modern and the Passage de Retz, and an MIT Press publication, The Artwork Caught by the Tail: Francis Picabia and Dada in Paris, by George Baker, which is the occasion for an article on Bookslut encouraging us to see the Dada artist as a poet as well. Why not. Read the article and learn why "Dada is an artichoke doorknob."
More on Virago Press from The Guardian; this time a meditation on Novel on Yellow Paper (which I still recommend you read, it’s so kooky and out there) and on the thirtieth anniversary of the press, which is next month.
The Sydney Morning Herald looks at how weird and out there travel guides are getting in order to capture a share of the market. But there’s also a strong desire not to say the same things over and over that I think motivates this kind of narrative… and that’s how you end up with women walking from London to Africa.
My dear Pierre Assouline looks up from his espresso to remark that the commemorations of May 1968 are really starting to bore him, but that in spite of the "avalanche of memoirs, documents, photo collections, novels, and narratives" there are some good books to read on the subject. He recommends Le jour où mon père s’est tu (Seuil), by Virginie Linhart, the daughter of Robert Linhart (the communist and now sociologist who literally slept through May ’68); Tigre en papier (2002), by Olivier Rolin, and Génération (1987), by Patrick Rotman et Hervé Hamon.
And I counted precisely one semi-colon.