Although David Little’s older brother, Christopher, is J.K. Rowling’s literary agent, the younger Little can’t get his first novel published. According to this article from the Independent:
Little the younger has penned Stuff, a semi-autobiographical novel about an alcoholic advertising executive who makes George Best’s antics look tame. When Dumbledore-lookalike Christopher Little read it, he was encouraging, but ruled himself out as agent, saying that it was all a bit too close to home. There is also the problem that, like other top agents, he finds himself sinking beneath the weight of 60 manuscripts a day.
Rather than tearing out his older brother’s heart or shooting himself in the head, two options that might have occurred to some lesser people, Little calmly launched a website to promote his book. (Via Sarah Weinman, whose site is a consistent delight.)
Also via Sarah: Giles Gordon (literary agent for Vikram Seth and other prominent writers) is unhappy that his daughter, Hattie, has just written a book about the suicide of her brother (Gordon’s son).
Ron Silliman says “poetry can function â€“ indeed it does function â€“ as an underground railroad of the mind, a mechanism for opening up critical thought concerning all kinds of issues, ‘militarized language and propaganda’ included.” As proof, Silliman puts forth these observations, and more:
(1) No one has spoken or written with more passion & commitment to the concept of a â€œman standing by his wordâ€ than has Ezra Pound, a fascist paranoid schizophrenic.
(2) The term avant-garde, the 200-year-old literary tradition with which many of this blogâ€™s readers have some identification, has its origins in military strategy.
(Via Wood S Lot.)