No mention here of the possible influence Oprah had on the decision. I mean, if you’ve had such a cool-sounding name as “Gabriel Garcia Marquez” reduced to “Gabo” (a name that sounds suspiciously like a lost Marx brother drier than Zeppo), wouldn’t you, fearing further bastardizations of your name, be hesitant to write more books too?
Only in John Updike’s universe could a person be prim about dental procedure:
?Let?s have lunch,? he begged. ?Or is your mouth too full of Novocain??
?He didn?t use Novocain today,? she primly told him. ?It was just the fitting of a crown, with temporary cement.?
Perry Anderson tackles Living to Tell the Tale, comparing Garcia Marquez’s life against Mario Vargas Llosas.
David Edelstein and A.O. Scott square off over the Biskind book, comparing it against J. Hoberman’s The Dream Life.
Thanks to computers, professor Floyd Horowitz has uncovered 24 stories likely to have been authored by Henry James. Using common phrases, themes and pen names (the same methodology used to track down Joe Klein as the author of Primary Colors), Horowitz was able to track down tales published anonymously or under pen names during James’ lifetime.
Oprah picks One Hundred Years of Solitude for the New Year’s first book choice.
Amy’s Robot offers The History of Thomas Pynchon on TV. Personally, my favorite Pynchon reference is in the movie Miracle Mile, where Denise Crosby is reading the Cliff’s Notes for Gravity’s Rainbow. (via Chica)
And Disney has lost a goldmine. The Ninth Circuit U.S. Court of Appeals has denied Disney’s appeal to grab the rights to Winnie the Pooh, said to be worth between $3 billion and $6 billion in annual revenue.