A reader painting of the river scene in Elsewhere. The architecture intrigues me — Italy, perhaps? The artist says it’s meant to accompany this part of the book:

The waves cradle the babies and rock them to sleep. And before long, this one succumbs, too.
She sleeps; she sleeps.
And when she sleeps, she dreams.
And when she dreams, she dreams of a girl who was lost at sea but one day found the shore.

It’s not necessarily how I saw it, but I like it very much.

The Art of the Backhand and/or My Meager Gifts

vertigoingoingone:

books that make me cry

no matter how many times i read them

elsewhere

memoirs of a teenage amnesiac

Neither of them are very good, but they’re by the same author so I guess she has a talent for that sort of thing.

This is what we in the business call a backhanded compliment. At this point in my life, I am in the habit of accepting compliments of all varieties.

On a semi-related note, I am considering wearing tennis whites for my entire book tour this fall.

An article by Christine Jordan at Flavorwire on rejected album covers. A long time ago, one of my books almost had a book jacket that also had a disturbing dead baby kind of thing going on.

The Real Thing: Yesterday and Today

Who knew the Beatles were so creepy-weird? Robert Whitaker took shots of the Fab Four in butchers’ outfits, covered in meat and holding chopped-up plastic baby dolls for a conceptual art piece titled A Somnambulant Adventure. They submitted it as pretty in-step with their black humor, but McCartney later revealed it was a comment on Vietnam. After some controversy, the new cover was pasted over the old.