My Work Is Not “Confessional,” Argue Memoirists

“Now that amateur autobiography and its detractors are everywhere, autobiographical writers are increasingly invested in defining and defending the value of their work. How can it escape the gravitational pull of solipsism? For a growing number of essayists, memoirists, and other wielders of the unwieldy ‘I,’ confessional has become an unwelcome label—an implicit accusation of excessive self-absorption, of writing not just about oneself but for oneself.”

When “Bitch” Is Not An Insult

Bitch is, of course, one of the oldest ways to insult a woman in English: an 18th-century slang dictionary called it ‘the most offensive appellation that can be given to an English woman, even more provoking than that of whore.’ And yet, the word has evolved in unexpected ways, ending up with some strangely positive connotations.”

A Museum Designed For Taking Selfies (And Touching And Climbing On The Art)

A Manila venue called Art in island “helps jaded museum-goers regain a healthy perspective on art by allowing them to touch, sit on, and climb 3D approximations of paintings like Leonardo da Vinci’s Mona Lisa and Vincent van Gogh’s Starry Night. With portions of each work slightly altered or left out entirely, the art isn’t even finished until you complete the picture.”

Is There Yet Another Harper Lee Manuscript Stashed Somewhere?

Beginning in 1978, Lee visited Alexander City, Alabama to research the case(s) of Reverend Willie Maxwell, suspected in the death of five different family members but never convicted – and ultimately shot by another relative. Lee told Maxwell’s lawyer that she was working on a big In Cold Blood-style book and collected huge files of material; now the lawyer’s family wants to know what’s left of it, and where.