A Writer Caught Between Two Languages She Can’t Hear And One She Can’t Write

Sara Nović: “Then there is my deafness, another kink in the mother tongue. Because of it, English, Croatian, or any spoken language can never truly be mine. … In American Sign Language, I am at home. Or at least, I’m at ease there – I see my reflection, and I can understand others without having to guess. … What does it mean to be a writer whose language negates the possibility of the written word?”

‘Civilization Stylishly Blowing Itself To Pieces’ – Alex Ross On Stéphane Mallarmé

“Upon his death, in 1898, he left behind a body of work so inscrutable that it still causes literature students to fall to their knees in despair” – not least because it’s written in sonnets and alexandrines. “It is, however, precisely this tension between traditional form and radical content that keeps reactivating the shock of his writing.”

Dear Writers, Here’s What Your Choice Of Music (Or Silence) Says About You

‘Some writers reveal that they listen to music. They tell us their favorite bands and songs so we can steal some inspiration. These writers are cool—maybe even too cool. I picture big money, big headphones, and small packs of cigarettes on their desks. Some say they can’t listen to anything until they’re deep in the revision process; these writers seem reasonable enough, I guess, and might also be modest, responsible drinkers. The author who is said to require complete silence comes across as saintly and chaste. This writer must have a clean desk, drink tea, and make money very slowly.”

The Other Problem With Gay Talese

“The 84-year-old journalist ventured out to Boston University last week, and made a series of simultaneously inane and offensive comments about female writers. Since that time, Talese has been the unsurprising object of mockery and scorn on Twitter and elsewhere. But within the same week, to less fanfare, Talese revealed an even darker side of himself via a massively long piece in the current issue of the New Yorker, titled ‘The Voyeur’s Motel.'”