Michel Houellebecq’s latest character is “a foul-smelling, alcoholic, badly-dressed writer called Michel Houellebecq.”
Before there was Janelle Monae, there was Philippe Petit.
Zach Braff reminds Ben Brantley of a New Yorker cartoon.
Who is not over- or under- but ACCURATELY-rated?
Balthazar weirdly decides that now is the time to begin serving cupcakes.
Whither marginalia in an age of ebooks?
HTMLGiant starts a lit mag club.
Zac Posen hasn’t completely huffed off to Paris.
Writing at home: “like getting massaged on the lido deck of the Good Ship Unicorn while magical fairies feed you meringues,” reports Choire Sicha.