We have reached a stage in the life of New York or the life of literature (or both) where a glance at the bio of most contemporary authors inevitably ends with the words “lives in Brooklyn.” Not surprisingly, a literary festival exists to celebrate the borough’s bibliophiles. The Brooklyn Book Festival, which will take place this Sunday, means that many writers won’t even have to get on the subway in order to read aloud and sit on panels in front of enthusiastic readers.
To kick off the literary festivities prior to the literary Festival, Tumblr, Electric Literature, The New Inquiry and the Los Angeles Review of Books threw a party. (Book people love parties.) Shindigger, being notionally bookish ourselves, followed the parade of tote bags until we reached the Williamsburg event space Public Assembly. After getting a temporary tattoo stamped on our inner wrist, we entered the darkened hall.
Sasha Frere-Jones, The Daily’s bold-face culture editor and New Yorker pop music critic, has relinquished his full-time editing duties at the iPad tabloid, a source familiar with the operations told The Observer.
Mr. Frere-Jones’s deputy, Claire Howorth, formerly of The Daily Beast and Vanity Fair (and powerfully linked to The Daily‘s news editor Mike Nizza), will Read More
Leon Neyfakh cannot get enough of the Internet!
He will be hosting a second “Refresh Refresh Refresh” reading tonight at Happy Ending. Katie Baker, Sasha Frere Jones, Akiva Gottlieb, Nick Sylvester and Mike Taylor will all share stories of life both on and offline.
Happy Ending is Read More
New iPhone! More cameras! Netflix!
Breakfast at Tiffany‘s is to blame for all cliches of female life in Manhattan.
Goldman Sachs is subpoenaed.
BP inspires funny, sad irony.
Sasha Frere-Jones on cloud music.
Sasha Frere-Jones, pop music critic for The New Yorker, got his first email from a publisher about doing a book on Michael Jackson half an hour after the singer died. “The mental process at first was, ‘A Michael book? Hell no! That’s gross! Come on!’” Mr. Frere-Jones told The Observer today. But as he went Read More
And here’s today’s edition of Twitter tail-chasing…
About two hours ago, The Washington Post book critic Ron Charles posted on his Twitter feed that The New Yorker was considering reducing its frequency. “Frequent contributor tells me the New Yorker is considering switch to biweekly or monthly. Recession pains,” he typed.
It isn’t Read More
Music critic. Blogger. Photographer. Composer… Advice columnist?
That’s the newest gig The New Yorker‘s Sasha Frere-Jones can add to his C.V. after appearing in Jezebel’s popular "Pot Psychologist" video advice feature this week.
Mr. Frere-Jones appears alongside the usual Pot Psychologists, Tracie "Read More
Who will ensure Twitter tweets uninterrupted? That’s the question posed by Silicon Alley Insider’s Hank Williams about the popular wireless and Web-based application that allows users to share their brain farts on the Web in real time. Everyone from Oscar-winning screenwriter Diablo Cody ("I’m smoking Virginia Slims today. I’ve come a long way, Read More
Stephin Merritt, in a Magnetic Fields publicity shot
Runt, the party for short men and the men who enjoy them, is observed on Wednesday nights in a low-ceilinged half-basement on East Fourteenth Street, between First and Second Avenues, not far from the firehouse and the bike shop. It is a project of the pop Read More
When he was getting started as a reporter, Jack Patrick O’Gilfoil Healy didn’t think much about his byline. He signed his work “Pat Healy,” the name he went by; sometimes, he went with the more formal “Patrick Healy.”
“I think Patrick and Pat are more or less the same,” said Mr. Healy, who is now Read More