To mark the debut of Lorin Stein’s first issue of The Paris Review, the publication has put its entire interview archives online. For literary procrastinators or flakes, this is the nothing short of the apocalypse.
Moreover, they’ve replaced the old PDF format with normal HTML pages, meaning that they can be Instapapered or Apple-Fed for those in a rush to find the secrets of good writing (e.g. find all: “ideas,” “where do you get them”).
How many first novels have just been stalled by a good six months? Why does Lorin Stein hate literature so?