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  • Am slightly panicked having just realized that it’s T minus not very long until we have to be packed and ready to go for Wiscon (arriving late Thursday, more on that later). The laundry must be done (and the desmoking of last weekend’s jackets), the house must be cleaned, the dog and cat must be cuddled, etc. Oh yeah, and there’s deciding what the hell to read.
  • It’s Yannick Murphy Week over at the LBC where discussion is flying back and forth about one of my most favorite books this time, one Here They Come. Do check it out. I’m tardy to the discussion but will be over there directly.
  • The lovely Kassia of Booksquare has a most brilliant post on whether authors should attend BEA. Join me in envying her smarts.
  • An interview with Lynda Barry (audio). (Via Austin Kleon.)
  • Lauren Cerand (the one, the only) has a piece up at Moleskinerie (how did I miss this booth?). All I got was a few of those great Chronicle Books notepads.
  • Aussie-focused litblog Matilda has a great round-up of the reaction to the brilliant Sonya Hartnett’s unmasking as the author of a new erotic novel, which um, doesn’t sound all that great.
  • Maud Newton’s drool-worthy interview with Rupert Thomson.

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  • John Green delivers an excellent review of Markus Zusak’s The Book Thief in the NYT, which pretty well captures exactly how I felt about it. And it’s a beautifully written review too. I wish more reviews were as thoughtful about how a book interfaces with the writer’s work that came before.
  • Glen Hirshberg’s World Horror Convention post cracks me up in parts (and is also an excellent encapsulation of why conventions can be very good things for writers): By Friday afternoon, twelve hours after my arrival, I’d learned once and for all that vampire poets do age, many of them gracefully, and that their joy in gross-out contests and amateur film premiers is genuine and generous. I’d seen the Dark Scotsman: black kilt, black tartan, red hair, burr that could cut chainmail. He was new.
  • Megan at Bookdwarf asks for some opinions on this Slate article which basically says shopping at independent bookstores is for poseurs and hipsters. People, what is with the indie bashing? I don’t get it. Why is this fashionable to criticize? If every local coffee shop and arthouse movie theater in America was in danger of closing, I doubt the reaction would be to praise the chain competitors that are exacerbating the situation and criticize the local establishments. (And no, I do not think that chains are inherently EVIL; I think they are inherently impersonal and therefore unable to deliver certain things that are important to me. But yes, they are useful and have their place too.) Anyway, drop by at Megan’s and say your piece.
  • Re: the whole discussion about music, race and dismissal last week, Ben Bova thinks kids today are killing the symphony with their craptastic musical taste. It’s, er, interesting to see someone embracing such a classic geezer stereotype as "kids these days." One of our good friends conducts the local youth symphony; I’m guessing as long as such institutions exist, some kids will be exposed to classical music. I’ll have to ask him if he thinks the symphonic scene will be dead in a generation. Somehow, I find it doubtful he’ll say yes. My own theory is that as long as there are really wealthy people, there will be symphonies. Not that symphonies are only for the wealthy, but let’s face it, they write the checks. (Via Scalzi.)

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*Who knew there was a French Extreme Metal band inspired by Moliere?

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