“I’m trying to remember what we did to procrastinate before Twitter,” Susan Orlean tweeted yesterday. “Anyone?”
If you listened to her interview with the literary podcast All Write Already that came out the same day, you’d have her answer.
Don’t let the warm weather fool you, we are officially in Fall season mode. You can always tell the changing of the seasons by the changing of the leaves, or at least by the changing of the hair colors of The Real Housewives of New York—which we anticipate will take place any day now in some of the city’s higher end hair care establishments as LuAnn de Lesseps and Ramona Singer reap the rewards of their cast-off cast members by doubling their salary. The two will now be getting $500,000 each to throw champagne in each other’s faces. Who says that there are no high-paying jobs anymore? Rather unbelievably, fellow New Yorkers, these are the 1%.
Rin Tin Tin, the nonfiction book about a canine celebrity written by Susan Orlean, is coming out in October, and Simon & Schuster head Jonathan Karp is already sending out copies. (This is by no means unusually early, but certainly the company wants to waste little time: Ms. Orlean’s last long-form nonfiction book, The Orchid Read More
Susan Orlean likes to nose around other peoples’ homes. In a post in her “Free Range” blog, Orlean comes clean:
Renting a real house from a real person comes with a very different set of pleasures. For me, the biggest, guiltiest one is the opportunity to nose around and Read More
Heat Death 2010
“I feel like the Internet is like this ocean of information and images and communication. It’s just this vast, fluid, thing. And this is like the window onto the aquarium. Or rather you are in a tunnel underwater, and this is your window and through it you see this gigantic ocean and you can beckon Read More
Forget overloaded power grids and smelly sidewalks — in a recent post on her New Yorker blog, Susan Orlean points out that the Yaddo writer’s colony has become the latest victim to the heat wave.
Orlean is currently in residence at the Saratoga Springs getaway, which Read More
On Tuesday, Susan Orlean posted a very tangled blind item on The New Yorker‘s site. It’s an account of her tortuous journey through the publishing world, meant to illustrate the instability of an industry in turmoil–Orlean goes through seven editors and four publishing houses in the space of four books. All players Read More
The New York Times‘ portrait of Susan Orlean’s $2 million country hideaway is full of entertaining bits about the luxe life the writer enjoys with her new, previously married HMO honcho spouse: the multi-continent dating life, the jacuzzi for two, the plan to acquire livestock in breeds that color-coordinate with Orlean’s “flame-colored” hair. Read More
It’s Ash Wednesday-the day marking the beginning of Lent, when devout Catholics give something up for the next 40 days until Easter. (A few years ago, our brother gave up Catholicism, and that was the end of that.) If you’re a Catholic smoker , why not give up the demon weed -just Read More
As bad movies go, a dismal catastrophe called Solaris can’t go away fast enough to suit me. This fiasco of infuriating pretentiousness and numbing incoherence is the first science-fiction film by the overrated Steven Soderbergh. Let’s hope it’s his last. Solaris , an elliptical tale of ghosts floating around in outer space, was already snored Read More