01 February 2010
Agents applaud Macmillan
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24 January 2010
Zora! Festival begins
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23 January 2010
Bloomsbury changes 'white-washed' book cover
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18 January 2010
Kerouac House writers' workshop
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14 January 2010
Writing about hot topics
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18 December 2009
Industry news: Agents and Editors' Blogs
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11 December 2009
Children's Book Recall
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Industry news: Publishers Weekly
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04 December 2009
Industry news
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11 September 2009
P.S. from Nathan
I'm curious what it is that draws people to these books. I'm also curious if this new subgenre will improve sales for other Christian romance writers, such as Janette Oke.
17 July 2009
Frank McCourt near death

The author is best known for his novel Angela's Ashes (1996), a memoir of his impoverished Irish Catholic childhood, and won the Pulitzer Prize. The book was followed by 'Tis (1999), which picks up where Angela's Ashes left off, and follows McCourt's young adulthood upon his return to New York. The chronicle of McCourt's life was finished in his final memoir, Teacher Man (2005), describing his career in New York high schools and colleges.
Frank McCourt was born on August 19, 1930 in Brooklyn, New York.
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04 May 2009
UK Poet Laureate(ss)

Ms. Duffy told the BBC radio program "Woman's Hour" that she had thought hard about accepting the post and that the decision to take it came "purely because they hadn't had a woman."She added: "I look on it as recognition of the great women poets we now have writing," and said that she hoped to use the job "to contribute to people's understanding of what poetry can do, and where it can be found."
She woke up old at last, alone, bones in a bed, not a tooth in her head, half dead, shuffled and limped downstairs in the rag of her nightdress, smelling of pee. Slurped tea, stared at her hand--twigs, stained gloves-- wheezed and coughed, pulled on the coat that hung from a hook on the door, lay on the sofa, dozed, snored. She was History. She'd seen them ease him down from the Cross, his mother gasping for breath, as though his death was a difficult birth, the soldiers spitting, spears in the earth; been there when the fisherman swore he was back from the dead; seen the basilicas rise in Jerusalem, Constantinople, Sicily; watched for a hundred years as the air of Rome turned into stone; witnessed the wars, the bloody crusades, knew them by date and by name, Bannockburn, Passchendaele, Babi Yar, Vietnam. She'd heard the last words of the martyrs burnt at the stake, the murderers hung by the neck, seen up-close how the saint whistled and spat in the flames, how the dictator strutting and stuttering film blew out his brains, how the children waved their little hands from the trains. She woke again, cold, in the dark, in the empty house. Bricks through the window now, thieves in the night. When they rang on her bell there was nobody there; fresh graffiti sprayed on her door, shit wrapped in a newspaper posted onto the floor.
27 April 2009
The Debate Continues...
The publishing world is all caught up in weighty questions about the Kindle and other such devices: Will they help or hurt book sales and authors’ advances? Cannibalize the industry? Galvanize it?
Please, they’re overlooking the really important concern: How will the Kindle affect literary snobbism? If you have 1,500 books on your Kindle — that’s how many it holds — does that make you any more or less of a bibliophile than if you have the same 1,500 books displayed on a shelf? (For the sake of argument, let’s assume that you’ve actually read a couple of them.)
The practice of judging people by the covers of their books is old and time-honored. And the Kindle, which looks kind of like a giant white calculator, is the technology equivalent of a plain brown wrapper. If people jettison their book collections or stop buying new volumes, it will grow increasingly hard to form snap opinions about them by wandering casually into their living rooms.
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It’s a safe bet that the Kindle is unlikely to attract people who seldom pick up a book or, on the other end of the spectrum, people who prowl antiquarian book fairs for first editions. But for the purpose of sizing up a stranger from afar, perhaps the biggest problem with Kindle or its kin is the camouflage factor: when no one can tell what you’re reading, how can you make it clear that you’re poring over the new Lincoln biography as opposed to, say, “He’s Just Not That Into You”?