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When it comes to matters of the home, Sadie Stein, like a character in a Barbara Pym novel, takes pleasure in the small things. The nerdy-stylish deputy editor of The Paris Review once fell in love with an apartment for its wooden toilet paper spindle. Although Ms. Stein, 32, a former fashion and arts correspondent at Jezebel, admits that she’s “made some questionable apartment decisions,” they have always been in the service of suiting her old-fashioned tastes. Ms. Stein lives in a big, pre-war apartment building on the Upper West Side and recently gave us a peek inside.
“She has the absolute right credentials and literary sensibility for what we need” Harper’s editor Ellen Rosenbush said of Deirdre Foley-Mendelssohn, who was hired as a senior editor last week.
Ms. Foley-Mendelssohn, who begins her new job the first week of April, currently oversees the Paris Review Daily blog, which she joined from The New Yorker’s Book Bench blog last year. Her replacement at The Paris Review has yet to be named.
Frustrated because you can’t very well buy the Steve Jobs biography for all your Republican uncles this Christmas? Well the Paris Review has the perfect solution: a holiday auction offering the company of its editors and friends! Act quickly — high tea with Jon-Jon Goulian, “one of New York’s best read and dressed and most charming conversationalists,” is going for $100.
Lorin Stein, Paris Review editor and lover of corduroy, has done an interview with Park & Bond, the online menswear catalog.
James Franco recorded himself reading a short story from the summer issue of the Paris Review. Then he sent the audio and video to the magazine. It’s Amie Barrodale’s story “William Wei.” Mr. Franco is not sure how to pronounce the title at first. He has a goatee. He lies prone, reading from his iPhone, a recorder placed on his chest. He appears to be in a hotel? It’s unclear.
Highbrow softball season is continuing—full-swing, of course—through the summer. Monday afternoon’s game pitting The Paris Review against High Times betrayed the hyper-intellectualized and mellow qualities respective to the publications playing.
Gay Talese was on the edge of his seat. James Salter stood in a canvas jacket, about to give his speech at the Paris Review Spring Revel in his cracked but majesterial tenor, and Gay Talese was really, really liking it.
“He was just giddy,” said Philip Gourevitch, who took over the Review after Read More
Yesterday, Michel Houellebecq won the ultra-prestigious Prix Goncourt — the highest honor bestowed upon a French writer — and in doing so silenced both his fervent detractors and obsessive fans who have clamored for years hoping he would win. So, being a Frenchman and a novelist, Michel Houellebecq had a party.
The event, as relayed to the uninvited masses Read More
Michel Houellebecq may once have been France’s controversy-prone outlaw novelist, but he now resides comfortably within the establishment.
After years of being denied the honor, the writer will receive this year’s Prix Goncourt, the AP reports. The distinction — France’s top lit award — counts Marcel Proust and Simone de Beauvoir among its Read More
“On one hand I understand, to hear about your son or any kid destroying himself out at night is not something a mom wants to read about. But it’s a fact of life, in your late teens and early twenties, that’s just what people do: they go out. But I wanted to give people the Read More