Image via Newyorker.com
We like Adelle Waldman quite a bit around here so if you get some time today (it’s December, you know you’re not getting any work done) head to the New Yorker where Waldman answers claims that the traditional form of the novel is becoming obsolete.
We love two things here at RBR – Kanye West and reading about reading. Waldman’s essay satisfies some of our Wednesday cravings.
The outline for my maybe-one day-novel that has lived as only an outline for a year now.
Happy NaNoWriMo! If you’re stuck for ideas or trolling the internet to get a break from the feverish pace of your typing, here’s a list of books about writers just like you.
[Ed. note: After composing this list I found I had chosen books about male writers who are jerks. If you are not a male and a jerk please don’t take any offence that I said these were writers just like you.]
I’m late with this post. You’ve all been talking about Adelle Waldman’s The Love Affairs of Nathaniel P. for a year and I just read it last week because sometimes it’s exhausting reading about people who are exactly like the people you’re around everyday. So, a year after its release, there’s not a lot I can offer in terms of original thought on the text.
I liked it; appreciated the well drawn characters, loved the kale jokes, but you’ve heard all that from any number of reviewers already. I also don’t want to talk about Nate at all because he’s a dumb jerk and his whole persona is a little too close to home. I live in a hip literary centre too and there are always Nates around and devoting attention to Nates is like feeding gremlins after midnight. So let’s talk about books instead. Let’s talk about the wonderful female characters of Adelle Waldman’s novel and try to understand them a little bit better by what we imagine their book choices to be.