The New Republic: What would you do if Martin Amis said, “I really want Amazon to publish my book”?

Andrew Wylie: I would talk him out of it. I would say, “Look at Amazon’s lack of success with authors.” Who was that muscle man who decided that he’d get more money from Amazon than from [Crown Publishing] and sold seventeen books when he’d sold six hundred thousand before?2 He swan dived into the pavement.

If Mrs. Bezos had published her book with Amazon, I’d be more convinced. She seems to feel that Knopf is a better publishing company than Amazon. Her agent could probably tell you why. That’s Amanda Urban.

(via The New Republic)

sexmahoney
sexmahoney:

Welcome to Nightvale - It Came from the Dead Lakes
(Because my favorite musical artist, Dan Bern, was recently featured on an episode of Welcome to Nightvale, I became aware of the show and intrigued by its supernatural nature. One of my favorite Tumblrs is run by a user who is familiar with the broadcast (dontbearuiner) and they were kind enough to describe the program as “A Prarie Home Companian via Stephen King and HP Lovecraft.” So, I decided to draw exactly what I pictured all of those things together would look like [see above].)

I love this.

sexmahoney:

Welcome to Nightvale - It Came from the Dead Lakes

(Because my favorite musical artist, Dan Bern, was recently featured on an episode of Welcome to Nightvale, I became aware of the show and intrigued by its supernatural nature. One of my favorite Tumblrs is run by a user who is familiar with the broadcast (dontbearuiner) and they were kind enough to describe the program as “A Prarie Home Companian via Stephen King and HP Lovecraft.” So, I decided to draw exactly what I pictured all of those things together would look like [see above].)

I love this.

rachelfershleiser
rachelfershleiser:

inothernews:

SHORTY, GOT:  Crime novelist Elmore Leonard, dead at 87.  RIP.  (Photo: Daniel Borris / The New York Times)

He was just really great and kind. We used to send each other handwritten notes by fax. We used to eat sandwiches together in the conference room at HarperCollins while he rested his 77-year-old hands between boxes of books to sign. I was sort of joking when I said it, but the more I think about it, it’s true: how you treat your assistant book publicist says a lot about a person.

So sad.

rachelfershleiser:

inothernews:

SHORTY, GOT:  Crime novelist Elmore Leonard, dead at 87.  RIP.  (Photo: Daniel Borris / The New York Times)

He was just really great and kind. We used to send each other handwritten notes by fax. We used to eat sandwiches together in the conference room at HarperCollins while he rested his 77-year-old hands between boxes of books to sign. I was sort of joking when I said it, but the more I think about it, it’s true: how you treat your assistant book publicist says a lot about a person.

So sad.

So this woman called me for the first time in 2009. She claims I interviewed her for an article once while I was at The Daily Beast. (I have searched my articles and old interview notes and never found her, so if I did contact her, it was for an article that didn’t pan out, or she didn’t pan out for the article, or whatever.) I can never even get a particularly clear answer on who she is or what she does…she claims to do a lot of work with plastic surgeons? (Or has had a lot of plastic surgery done? HELL IF I KNOW.)Anyway, since 2009, she has called me once a year saying she wants to update her Rolodex and see where I am currently working and if she can be of any assistance to me in my current endeavors or whatever. (No.) It is fucking weird every time, and she keeps calling every year despite me telling her I’d prefer not to be contacted and I’m not even a journalist any longer. And every time she calls I, alas, always answer, because in the intervening year between calls I always forget her phone number.But! After her last call - which was only a few months ago, I should note, so clearly we are moving to a twice-a-year haranguing schedule - I finally thought to save her in my address book with an appropriate moniker. And thus, today, was awkwardness averted.
(And yes, my iPhone wallpaper is a swag Bioshock Infinite/Portal mashup image I found on the web, because it is awesome and I want to look at it every time I get a call from a crazy person.)

So this woman called me for the first time in 2009. She claims I interviewed her for an article once while I was at The Daily Beast. (I have searched my articles and old interview notes and never found her, so if I did contact her, it was for an article that didn’t pan out, or she didn’t pan out for the article, or whatever.) I can never even get a particularly clear answer on who she is or what she does…she claims to do a lot of work with plastic surgeons? (Or has had a lot of plastic surgery done? HELL IF I KNOW.)

Anyway, since 2009, she has called me once a year saying she wants to update her Rolodex and see where I am currently working and if she can be of any assistance to me in my current endeavors or whatever. (No.) It is fucking weird every time, and she keeps calling every year despite me telling her I’d prefer not to be contacted and I’m not even a journalist any longer. And every time she calls I, alas, always answer, because in the intervening year between calls I always forget her phone number.

But! After her last call - which was only a few months ago, I should note, so clearly we are moving to a twice-a-year haranguing schedule - I finally thought to save her in my address book with an appropriate moniker. 

And thus, today, was awkwardness averted.

(And yes, my iPhone wallpaper is a swag Bioshock Infinite/Portal mashup image I found on the web, because it is awesome and I want to look at it every time I get a call from a crazy person.)