Category Archives: Literary Diversions

What The Font?

Okay, so I came across this little diversion in The Globe and I couldn’t resist.  If you’ve got five minutes to spare and are in the least bit curious as to what type (yes, as in font) you are, take this short—four question—survey offered by the British design firm Pentagram, here. For the record: I [...]

Fiction fights to the death

If you’ve never experienced Broken Pencil’s “Indie Writers’ Death Match,” today’s a pretty good day to take a look, as the grammar commentary and barnyard animal mentions in recent responses are delightful. At the time of writing, the two current stories are split in the polls about 50/50.
The IWDM exists in a space somewhere between [...]

The magic of language

Last weekend, I joined roughly 130 people who came out on a Friday night to listen to poetry.  I was at the London Poetry Slam, which gathers on the third Friday of every month, in the cellar lounge of the London Music Club.  Something you should know about the cellar lounge is that it’s not [...]

The next time you think about what digital means to publishing, think of the bookbinders.

San Francisco is fortunate enough to be the home of the new American Bookbinder’s Museum, which claims to be the only bookbinding museum in the country. Like the Great American Kazoo Factory it’s exactly the sort of obscure delight that gets this nerdy road-tripper’s heart pumping.
It seems that SanFran was once a bookbinding hotspot, before [...]

Fake AP Stylebook

I joined Twitter a while ago, but have not yet made a single post–the real reason I joined was to watch for people who are using the platform innovatively. So far, what I have found are a lot of people who are witty enough to entertain me in only 140 characters.
Although I’m a MLA [...]

Literary Advice from a Shameless Hussy

Over at Lemonhound, a Shameless Hussy addresses this urgent question of literary etiquette:
Recently I read with several poets new to me. After the reading I went up to one of the poets to introduce myself. The other two poets were talking to friends and before long, had left the building. Isn’t it rude to read [...]