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Creative writing courses are killing western literature, claims Nobel judge

Raymond Chandler given blue plaque in mean streets of Upper Norwood

Eavesdropping for story ideas and other tips from a veteran novelist

Print Books Outsold Digital Books During the First 6 Months of 2014

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Surprising Range: Religion Publishing in Minnesota

Longer stories draw more attention, but with diminishing returns

Marvel to Debut Squirrel Girl Comic Series in January 2015 Y’know, it’s funny, I was just thinking about Dan Slott’s “Great Lakes Avengers” and how completely marvelous it is. So more Squirrel Girl can only be delightful.

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A Poet Moves from Brooklyn to Detroit Via Write A House

Economists Speak Out on the Success of Piketty’s “Capital”

Sherlock Holmes text returns to London after 125-year absence

Stephen King Predicts That Physical Books Are Here to Stay

Introducing Albertine, NYC’s Newest Bookstore…and It’s French

19 Indie Publishing Houses Sign with the Independent Publishers Group

Book Reviews and Digital Scholarship

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Crowdfunding campaign hopes to save William Blake’s cottage for nation

National Poetry Series Ups Cash Prize

Young read more books than older generation, research finds

Space Opera strikes up again for a new era

As New Adult Genre Gains Traction, Questions Remain

Puzzling Women or “Why is the world of crossword puzzles such a damn boy’s club?”

The Arms Race in Journals Publishing Heats Up

Have You Looked At This? Vox.com

Harmony Ink Press: Reaching Out to LGBTQ+ Youth

Alan Moore finishes million-word novel Jerusalem

French Booksellers Find Fun in Failing to Stock Bestseller (Oh la la!)

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Lois Lane to star in young adult novel

The Entire History of Comics Art: On Paul Gravett’s Treatise

Social Media and the ‘Spiral of Silence’

Ferguson Reveals a Twitter Loop

2014 American Poets Prize Winners

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Readers absorb less on Kindles than on paper, study finds. Research suggests that recall of plot after using an e-reader is poorer than with traditional books

New Management Could Threaten World’s Largest Sci-Fi Library To the barricades!

Looking for an Indie Bookstore? Look No Further! Better Places to Buy Books database

Kickstarter Diary Chapter 5: The Postmortem Part 1; 2; 3; 4.

Publishing Is Not Dying

How to Boost Your Reading Focus in a Busy, Buzzy Age

Speed Reading Secrets of a Book Critic

Face Up Online: Wax Poetics. Making old school new school

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Is Open Access a Cause or an Effect?

The history of using ‘quantum’ to mean ‘really big’

On Selected Poems by Robinson Jeffers

Your Question for the Day — What Is “Peer Review”?

Ask The Chefs: “When Do We Stop Printing?”

5 Social Media Marketing Mistakes to Avoid While Planning for Your Next Event

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How Much Does “Does Poetry Matter” Matter?

Diana Fuss on A Life with Mary Shelley

Feminism and the “50 Shades” Hangover

Newspaper’s ‘anthology’ method questioned

Somaly Mam, Nick Kristof, and journalism’s hero problem

Archie is dead: ‘Everyone is really emotional. It’s an amazing moment’

Does Los Angeles Get Enough Love in Literary Circles?

Do you write in your books?

Storylandia 13: Three on the Bank

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Three on the Bank
by Kelly Ann Jacobson

Excerpt:

Sam

When Sam was a young boy, he used to play in his grandparents’ pool for hours. Because he was an only child, he had little to do but act out situations, and pretending to drown was his favorite. He would sink to the bottom of the large concrete rectangle, cross his legs Indian style, and push his arms upward to keep himself steady on the ground. As his breath began to run out he would look up at the white pinprick of sun in the distance, the rays making their way through the chlorinated liquid like refracted rainbows on oil patches, and wait until the very last second, when his whole body screamed for air and the panic forced him up up up towards the sky. Reborn, gasping for air, he floated like a baby on the surface of the lapping waves and let the sun warm his chilled skin.

The wedding party is the last to head to the reception, since the photographer insists on taking pictures on every level of the Italian gardens where Sam and Greta said their vows. She snaps shots every two seconds as Sam gives his new wife a hand up the tall bus stairs, though Greta’s face shows only her frustration at heaving her immense chiffon train everywhere, and Sam’s face is already sore from his forced smiles. They are happy of course, but like all brides and grooms, they will be happier still when the stress of this day is over and they can relax with a bottle of champagne in their hotel suite and remind themselves why they went through a year of torturous planning in the first place.

The bus, at least a decade old, contains two stripper poles, one on their end; neon waves of pink and green lights over the windows; glass goblets hung on metal hooks over the bar; blue velvet seats with 80’s style box prints polka-dotted over them; and smells of pine air freshener and age. The bus has made several trips back and forth between the reception hall / parking lot and the Italian gardens where Sam and Greta married, and after five trips, all of their guests have been safely ferried to the wine and cheese plates. The wedding party is the driver’s last run before he can go home, already over an hour late, and Sam wonders whether seeing this side of a wedding every day makes the man love weddings or hate them.
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Rubén Martínez on The Interior Circuit : A Mexico City Chronicle

Authors’ incomes collapse to ‘abject’ levels

Image Announces Third Image Expo for Comic-Con

The Saints’ Lives and the Mission of the Francises

Dangerous Books: From Banning Ulysses to Challenging Huck Finn

Interview with Ariel Schrag

‘Sita’s Curse is my tribute to a life unsung’

Wattpad Acquires Red Room Writers’ Site

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Kickstarter Campaign Diary, Part 1: What Am I Getting Myself Into?

Kickstarter Diary Chapter 2: Rewards and Goals—Running the Numbers

Indie Authors, Readers Show Support for Amazon

UK authors join fight to overhaul children’s mental health services

“Instead of the €50,000 (£40,000) in damages Johansson, 29, claimed, the court awarded her just €2,500, plus €2,500 in legal costs, saying the actor had already talked about her private life in interviews.” (aka, losing by winning)
Scarlett Johansson wins defamation case against French novelist

Will digital eat the children’s media world? ‘It’s totally going to happen!’

Terry Pratchett forced to cancel appearance by Alzheimer’s

Fifty greatest modern love poems list embraces 30 different countries

Joe Sacco’s Great War graphic tableau becomes giant Paris metro poster

The newest tool in teaching about climate change: the weatherman

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Hit the Road — How a Forgettable Paper and a Misguided Publisher Created an Unnecessary Controversy

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Library of Congress Book Festival (for those of you in the greater D.C. area, this is on August 30, 2014)

Authors dress up as their favourite characters

“These are the 12 words with the largest difference in favour of men: codec (88, 48), solenoid (87, 54), golem (89, 56), mach (93, 63), humvee (88, 58), claymore (87, 58), scimitar (86, 58), kevlar (93, 65), paladin (93, 66), bolshevism (85, 60), biped (86, 61), dreadnought (90, 66). These are the 12 words with the largest difference in favour of women: taffeta (48, 87), tresses (61, 93), bottlebrush (58, 89), flouncy (55, 86), mascarpone (60, 90), decoupage (56, 86), progesterone (63, 92), wisteria (61, 89), taupe (66, 93), flouncing (67, 94), peony (70, 96), bodice (71, 96).”
Mach and mascarpone: testing how vocabulary is gendered (Except for codec, which I had to look up, I knew all these words. Okay, solenoid is something in the car that’s not very expensive to replace, but I’m solid on all the rest. Huh. Maybe it’s just my age.)

Women’s appetite for explicit crime fiction is no mystery

How does your community’s library engagement compare with the rest of the country?

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Time to call time on the library catalogue?

Matter shows a Kickstarter risk—the project you back may not be what ultimately emerges

Working-class fiction has been written out of publishing

Hybrid, Quirky Graphic Novels from Conundrum Press

The 23-year-old Wordsmith behind the Hip, New Voice of the Times Crossword Puzzle

Should Adults Be Reading YA Novels? The Debate Continues!

Women science writers conference about changing the ratio

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Can you identify the book from its map? – quiz Attention cartography lovers

“There’s Nothing New / Under The Sun, / But There Are New Suns”: Recovering Octavia E. Butler’s Lost Parables

Calvin and Hobbes creator Bill Watterson returns to cartooning

What became of literary blogging?

Book Crowdfunding Platform Pentian Pays Writers and Readers

Is Pentian’s “Investment Model” for Books a Sure Bet?

Samuel Beckett manuscript of first published novel to go on display

Chicago’s Printers Row Lit Fest Draws Record Crowds

Libraries’ online books database protected under ‘fair use’, court rules

Reading: The Struggle

‘Adorkable’ makes awkward debut in Collins English Dictionary Attention cartography lovers redux

Annotating the news

Why the Orange County Register’s bold experiment hit the skids

George RR Martin leads Edinburgh International Book Festival lineup. Game of Thrones author will join other authors including Martin Amis and Haruki Murakami in ‘a year of momentous events in Scotland’

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Contemporary Nonfiction Comics from Elsewhere

Regret Salad with Aspiration Dressing — A Scholarly Publisher Delves Into the New York Times’ Innovation Report

Yes, your smartphone camera can be used to spy on you…

Which of your favourite websites are terrible at passwords?

Unseen Hitchhiker’s Guide material in new Douglas Adams biography

Hashtag journalism

Self-publishing is not revolutionary – it’s reactionary

Graduate Programs in Publishing: Are They Worth It?

Technology Skills Requirements for Publishing

Book Review: Sally Morris, et al. The Handbook of Journal Publishing

BEA 2014: Can Anyone Compete with Amazon?

BEA 2014: A Borders Heir Launches a Feminist Press

Mediabistro Sells to Prometheus Global Media for $8 Million

Storylandia 12 is now on Sale!

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Paullette Gaudet

Celebrity Sperm Bank

I am so sick of this shit. They should rearrange their letters like I do and call it USuCk. I mean, who do they think they are? They don’t even know who I am, ’cos when I said, “Do you know who I am?” they were all like, “We know you’re about to fail this semester,” and I was like, “Whatever,” and they just told me I’d have to take it up with my professor. So, here I am in Debussy’s office when I could be, like, anywhere else and not soiling my skirt on this sticky, splintery-ass, pseudo-interrogation chair in front of his desk.

He’s got a beard like he’s from the nineteenth-century and goes, “Hello Cecille, it’s nice to finally meet you,” like he’s never seen me before. Which, okay—I guess there’s a chance he hasn’t noticed me in the twelve-thousand people in his American Lit class. And, I guess I’ve never raised my hand, or even been there that often, but still

Sarah Rasher

Prince Charming Rides in from Brooklyn on a Bike

Tonight you’re the one making the booty call. Your logic is flawless: you want to get laid, Grindr scares you, you’re too lazy to make yourself pretty for going out, and it’s going to be four hours until anyone interesting goes near a bar anyway. In the past—and by “past,” we are talking three times, four if you count the night you met—in the past, he has called—and by “called,” we mean texted, this is the modern age—he has called you. Still, you don’t believe this is a faux pas, and if it is, you do not want to be fuck-buddying a guy who’s put off at being the called rather than the caller.

He texts that he will be right over. You primp expediently.

His name is Ethan. You met him at a party thrown by a girl you don’t know who is friends with your friend’s boyfriend. There was punch: two parts pineapple juice, two parts grenadine, eighteen parts tequila. You fooled around in the bathtub and, thank you Jesus and blue agave, immediately friended each other on Facebook. He used this information three weeks later to invite you over. You have never seen him sober.

Kathryn L. Ramage

The Family Jewels

A mystery set in the 1920s, continuing the adventures of Frederick Babington.

It was a beautiful, crisp, and colorful autumn afternoon. Frederick Babington, who was visiting his aunt in the Suffolk village of Abbotshill, decided to take a walk. Though the injuries he’d received during the Great War had taken a long time to heal, he was beginning to feel truly well again. His leg no longer pained him and he’d discarded his cane.

Billy Watkins, Freddie’s manservant who had saved his life during the war and looked after him diligently since, insisted that he take a coat in case the evening grew chilly and not tire himself by going too far. Freddie promised to be back in time for dinner and grabbed his tweed coat down from the rack by the front door on his way out.

He had a delightful time wandering the country lanes around Abbotshill, climbing the green hills and kicking up piles of golden and russet leaves that had fallen under the trees. At dusk, he headed back toward his aunt’s house by way of the Rose and Crown pub; a pint of the local beer seemed just the thing to complete his outing.

Patrick Satcher

The Glint

Why do things have to be so complicated, he thought while watching the boy cry. Old man Johnson, the veterinarian, had come down from the pavilion where both men had seen the race and the accident. Dr. Johnson had administered the shot that made the horse’s spasms stop forever. The boy didn’t stop crying until the tractor came with a chain to drag the carcass down to the far end of the arena. Even then he stood watching the boy.

A glint from the movement brought him back to his place in the stands. Tobacco spittle had sprinkled his white shirt with various shapes of browns. Flecks of sputum had made concentric circles of shadings. Splashes and stains. He must have been mumbling to himself he thought. Then he heard the hurried conversations re-creating the accident.

“Broke one foreleg and I’ll be goddamned if he…..”

“You see that jockey? That old boy sure enough must have broke his back.”

“When’s the next race?”

“And then the other leg tried to catch all the weight and she just busted into a heap.”

“Too bad. What are you drinking anyway?”

Julie Travis

The Ferocious Night

“La mort, c’est le commencement de quelque chose.”
(“Death is the beginning of something.”)—Edith Piaf

The end: when had it begun?

In Geoff’s opinion it had started with the body they’d found washed up on the beach. He was mistaken—a story, a final chapter, does not begin from nowhere, in the fiftieth year of a man’s life; it simply continues—but he was convinced that had they not found the body, he would still be alive.

The storms had thrown a multitude of items onto the beach; piles of seaweed, sections of fishing nets, driftwood, a scattering of stones, many of them big enough to cause injury should a person be struck by one. They were not unusual, but this time the sea had cast up something else. It was not immediately identifiable, just a light coloured shape on the sand. As they approached it, two crows hopped into sight, pecking at whatever it was. It was then that Geoff suspected it was a body. Ever the protective father, he warned Lillian to stay away, but ever the headstrong daughter, she ignored him.

They studied the body.

“What is it?” asked Lillian.

It was a white mass, tapered at one end, about three feet in length. Geoff guessed that its girth was almost as much. It was covered in thick, white fur. The underside was shaggy and dotted with sand. Geoff was almost tempted to stroke it. The top was different. The fur here was unattractive; assimilating, it seemed, with the white stickiness underneath.

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Comic Book Resources: “Pictures for Sad Children” Creator Burns Kickstarter-Funded Books

Galley Cat: Comics Artist Burns Books He Made With $50k in Kickstarter Funding (Words, they fail me)

Women’s Library to reopen doors at London School of Economics

SCIBA Mobilizes Against Festival of Books Amazon Connection

News literacy declines with socioeconomic status

Anne Rice revives much-loved vampire for new novel Prince Lestat

Los Angeles Register to Launch April 16th

Older Adults and Technology Use

Tom Weldon: ‘Some say publishing is in trouble. They are completely wrong’

“THERE IS AN UNOFFICIAL marker in the timeline of canonical classical music. It falls around 1800, during Beethoven’s lifetime, separating composers for whom biography matter to non-academic listeners from those for whom it doesn’t. It is assumed the listener needs to know about the lives of post-1800 composers: about the onset of Beethoven’s deafness and resulting feelings of alienation in order to understand the storming anger in his music, about Chopin’s sense of exile in order to properly feel the longing expressed in his, about Schumann’s struggles with mental illness in order to properly feel the spasms between passion and introversion in his, about Mahler’s faith and disillusionment in order to feel the weight of existential crisis in his. It grows out of our desire to find personal meaning in art, to find some message encoded in all those notes. We need to believe we know what our composers were about before we can trust that we’re receiving their ideas properly. To get it wrong is somehow to do them an injustice. It certainly simplifies the process of listening. We know, with Beethoven, Chopin, Schumann, and Mahler, what sort of mood we are supposed to be in even before the music begins to play. But it also simplifies and often distorts the historical record, reducing the complicated lives of our heroes to a series of mythological icons. Elsewhere in this publication, I’ve wondered if this is a problem worth worrying over: “A thousand battalions of Mozart scholars cannot erase the image of Miloš Forman’s Amadeus. But should they try?” With the publication of John Eliot Gardiner’s Bach: Music in the Castle of Heaven, a new quasi-biography of Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750), we’re situated comfortably on the other side of the 1800 line, back during the musical “Baroque” where we have a chance to see the problem at its thorniest, focusing on the composer who proves its most difficult test case.”
Michael Markham on Bach : “Music in the Castle of Heaven” Bach Psychology: Gothic, Sublime, or just human?

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What Editors Want: An Author’s Guide to Scientific Journal Publishing

Jimmy Carter signs 1,600 books in one sitting at Powell’s

Brands aren’t the only ones becoming publishers and doing journalism — advocacy groups are too

Jane Goodall blames ‘chaotic note taking’ for plagiarism controversy

Vonnegut’s Advice to the Young Coming to Print

Ted Hughes estate withdraws biographer’s access

Harry Potter spinoff Fantastic Beasts to be movie trilogy

Christina Draganich explains how anyone can use science as a tool to understand nature, human and otherwise

Storylanida 10 review (Death Among the Marshes)

“The detective with a notebook is a commonplace in murder mysteries, and Death Among the Marshes pays homage to this trope, not once but twice – the investigating police detective brings one out, as does Billy Watkins, the manservant of the main protagonist Frederick Babington. Set in the early twenties, this clever novella also gives specific mentions both to the Sherlock Holmes stories and to the first of the Poirot mysteries by Agatha Christie, The Mysterious Affair at Styles (1920). Set in the fictional Norfolk pile of Marsh Hall, seat of Viscount Marshbourne, by the village of Marshbanks, Death Among the Marshes is Kathryn Ramage’s way of having fun with the country house mystery genre while also acknowledging that living in the aftermath of the Great War was no less difficult for many returning soldiers than surviving the actual conflict.”
A tortured but decent sleuth, by Calmgrove, March 3, 2014

And check out his other reviews of Kathryn L. Ramage’s fantasy novels:

“There is no doubting that Ramage has achieved a believeable universe where magic is real even if of secondary consideration, and there is absolutely no question that she has successfully peopled this universe with credible if flawed human beings. There is a strong sense, though, that there are unresolved threads which will be picked up and followed in the sequels (or even prequels). I look forward to immersing myself again in Redmantyl’s world of the Northlands with Maiden in Light.”
To the Dark Tower, March 9, 2013

“Jane Austen and H P Lovecraft may once have been strange bedfellows, but the recent trend of re-imagining 19th-century romances as vampire and zombie tales renders this marriage made in hell less surprising. Kathryn Ramage dedicates Maiden in Light to these two authors, though the resulting novel is not the undead romcom that you might otherwise expect. Instead we have here an engaging novel mixing social observation, convincing character development and palpable suspense, all set in an alternate world consistent within its constructed parameters.”
A Fish out of Water, March 10, 2013

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ZYZZYVA to Publish 100th Issue

Oddest book title of the year: ‘How to Poo on a Date’

Austin Kleon: Five Books on Creativity and Getting Discovered

Women were digital media pioneers, but there’s still a gender gap there

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

AP Stylebook update: A sign of our times

Harlan Coben, Terry Pratchett, & Simon Schama Debut on the Indie Bestseller List

USC Is Offering a Google Glass Course for Journalism

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“The minimum spent by Wellcome on an APC was US$75, while the maximum APC was nearly US$22,000, which was the APC for an OA book published by Macmillan, the parent of Nature Publishing Group. The highest article APC was US$10,000, which was for a publication called Public Service Review, a magazine apparently geared to policymakers in the UK. The publication may not be available any longer, as its web site is turning up missing. This was noted as well in Research Information, which states that, “it is difficult to find details of this journal and the URL listed for this journal in the Wellcome Trust’s document now appears to be available for sale.” Does Wellcome deserve a refund?”
Wellcome Money — In This Example of Open Access Funding, the Matthew Effect Dominates (sigh)

Gregor Samsa: Drone Operator by David Burr Gerrard

Knowledge Unlatched Pilot Collection will become OA

Book Prices: Have Authors Lowballed Themselves?

Philip K Dick’s Ubik: a masterpiece of malleability

How to Write a Good Non-fiction Book Proposal for Submission

Game of Thrones aiming to become multiple movie franchise

J.R.R. Tolkien’s ‘Beowulf’ Translation to Be Published