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August 4, 2025
Today, we’re thinking about Octavia Butler, wondering why “Jane Austen is a tease,” considering the (potentail) corruption of presidential libraries, and more!
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Aaron Boehmer examines the hope in human connection and Octavia Butler’s “speech sounds.” | Lit Hub Criticism
What Jane Austen’s most mundane possessions reveal about her literary (and life) ethos. | Lit Hub Biography
Nell Stevens on a 19th-century scandal and the exploration of different worlds through fiction: “There is something utopian about the possibilities revealed by the Tichborne case—for social disruption and reinvention.” | Lit Hub History
“I knew more about Scottish settler Norman McLeod than I did about my own ancestors, was more comfortable in a kilt than in a korowai.” Shilo Kino on how Witi Ihimaera’s The Whale Rider introduced Māori culture to the world. | Lit Hub Criticism
B.A. Shapiro on mining the endlessly fascinating lore of art history to write multiple works of fiction. | Lit Hub Craft
Read “Reading,” a poem by Emily Skillings from the collection Tantrums in Air: “ It was as if without these markings / she couldn’t understand what was written.” | Lit Hub Poetry
“The sun was half bright, half warm, half full.” Read from An Yu’s new novel, Sunbirth. | Lit Hub Fiction
From around the internet:
Jon Allsop looks into the potential for corruption inherent in Presidential libraries. | The New Yorker
“Hans Christian Andersen possessed a certain genius — not merely in the fecundity of his lurid imaginings, but in his talent for identifying a child’s primal terrors.” Sadie Stein’s love-hate relationship with the writer of “The Little Match Girl.” | The New York Times
Harrison Stetler looks at Bertolt Brecht’s anti-war sentiments through a new production of Mother Courage and Her Children. | Jacobin
Betsy Golden Kellem explores the bizarre history of the Automaton Chess Player. | JSTOR Daily
Jack Skelley and Philippa Snow discuss writing two books at once, a love/hate relationship with pop culture, and more. | Interview
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Her black hair and bare back and European intonation all spell trouble – which they should, as Dorothy is mad with grief, and mad for sexual kicks. She makes the song Blue Velvet into porno, just like Mansfield makes the violin a shock. One more singer who has made the Bobby Vinton hit into a sexual fantasia, and a mind-fuck, is the none-more-heavy- of-persona singer and femme icon Lana Del Rey, whose false lashes are less blackout curtains than they are lead shutters – whose blonde hair became yet more brunette, a little more like pitch, like noir, like hate, with every passing album. ‘When I went darker with my hair,’ she told a journalist at Maxim, ‘I don’t know why, but people took my music more seriously.’
Mansfield might know. Hiding in persona, for a woman who is smart, is almost easiest assuming this persona’s hair is blonde. It does the work. The work is not exactly stimulating, but is sometimes useful. The idea in general is that bright, pale blondeness signifies a disconnection from the intellect: a stoned vacation into something Less Than in the head. The same might just as easily be said about injected lips, or mink-fur lashes, or the smeared and heavy finger-painted smoky eye that Lana has adopted for the last six, maybe seven years. It might be cat-eye make-up – but no cat would ever be so clumsy. No cat ever lets itself look quite as touched, as ruffled, as Del Rey has in her early shoots, or on the beach in paparazzi shots, or at her concerts. Just like Dorothy, she makes a good deal out of bad men.
‘I’m not who you think I am,’ the characters in Inland Empire often say, both male and female, when they are possessed by something either literally or metaphorically. ‘Are you listening to me?’ Coming out with ‘Video Games’ in 2011, Del Rey – whose name is really Lizzie Grant; whose daddy is a millionaire – might not have figured that the industry would be so brutal to a phoney who was only being phoney for the sake of glamour. She had never tried to hide the fact that she was not the girl we thought she was, although this never stopped male critics trying to unmask her. ‘This,’ they all said, stonily and brandishing her picture like a weapon, ‘is the girl.’
Men are rarely called ‘mysterious’ because their thoughts and their opinions have for so long been the subject of all culture; women, frequently pegged as unknowable, remain so because it is easier for the consumer to devour them without the tiresome inconvenience of seeing them as people, flawed and needy and desirous.
Philippa Snow on Stephanie LaCava's The Superrationals [x]
Jenna Mahale interviews Philippa Snow about her new books “It’s Terrible the Things I Have to Do to Be Me: On Femininity and Fame” and “Snow
"Like a lot of millennial women, I was formed in the fire of 2000s media culture," says the culture critic Philippa Snow. "Which means a lot
Jenna Mahale interviews Philippa Snow about her new books “It’s Terrible the Things I Have to Do to Be Me: On Femininity and Fame” and “Snow