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Though the mentions of Shakespeare writing King Lear in quarantine have mercifully decreased, it’s hard to shake the hustler’s mindset. With this vaccine rollout comes a nagging thought: when the pandemic ends, what will you have to show for it? What projects will you have done? Or—perversely— did you waste this opportunity? Here’s a little antidote for that nagging voice: The New York Times interviewed 75 artists about their experiences creating in a pandemic, and when asked “What’s one thing you made this year?” August: Osage Countyplaywright Tracy Letts had an unvarnish...

“I have all my life been far from being an admirer,” wrote Thomas Bernhard in his novel Old Masters: A Comedy. “Nothing repels me more than observing people in the act of admiration, people infected with some admiration.” As in art was it in life: the controversial satirical playwright, poet and novelist was never blinded by pomp or formality, even when it was directed toward him. In the posthumously published My Prizes: An Accounting, Bernhard takes stock of his wins: he catalogues the prize-related scandals of his career, recounts the humiliations of ceremony, and gets in some ser...

very strong literary takes by Virginia Woolf, Rebecca West, Hillaire Belloc, and 36 other 20 th-century writers. Really and Truly: A Book of Literary Confessions featured handwritten answers to a set of quiz questions like, “Who is the worst living poet?” and “Who is a deceased man of letters whose character you most dislike?” (So, the Literary Twitter version of 36 Questions that Lead to Love.) The volume was originally estimated to sell for £4000-6000, but at auction this week it went for a whopping £21k. Two unsurprising takeaways: people love Woolf, and people love gossip. It m...

That was the year Hunca Bubba changed his name. Not a change up, but a change back, since Jefferson Winston Vale was the name in the first place. Which was news to me cause he’d been my Hunca Bubba my whole lifetime, since I couldn’t manage Uncle to save my life. So far as I was concerned it was a change completely to somethin soundin very geographical weatherlike to me, like somethin you’d find in an almanac. Or somethin you’d run across when you sittin in the navigator seat with a wet thumb on the map crinkly in your lap, watchin the roads and signs so when Granddaddy Vale say “Wh...