Sunday, January 12, 2014

Music of Life...

"During dinner we played CD of Beethoven's Piano Sonata No. 32--for me the greatest piece of music I know. Life, death, all turmoils, sorrows and happinesses seem to be resolved whenever I hear it."
~ Alec Guinness, My Name Escapes Me: The Diary of a Retiring Actor

Literature is traditionally divided along national lines. But such distinctions are an illusion. Texts transcend borders. Time to imagine new arrangements Altruism of Languages

“The epithet ‘American Jewish writer’ has no meaning for me,” says Philip Roth. Adam Kirsch isn’t buying it: Roth “is a Jewish writer or he is nothing” Identity

The Old West offered no shortage of ways for a man to die. The frontier’s brutality made it so damn dark – and, to Mark Twain, so damn funny Certainty of Life

When the life of the mind reaches an end. Jennifer Ratner-Rosenhagen combs obituariesin search of companions of the intellect... For someone who was born in mortuary / obituary is not foreign concept

Want to crowdfund your book? Read up. Czech Out Publishers Weekly or Cold River Yearly

GF Newman takes a spin on the self-publishing ride. Here is Why