Digital_humanities, by Anne Burdick, Johanna Drucker, Peter Lunenfeld, Todd Presner, and Jeffrey Schnapp is available as a free download from MIT Press.
“Just as the voice of a ventriloquist comes out of his chest, so Proust’s emerged from his soul.”
by Pamela Lu is up at Drunken Boat.
A few books I’ve recently read and would recommend to other readers:
From the Observatory by Julio Cortazar
Motes by Craig Dworkin
Unheard Music by Craig Dworkin (PDF)
Core Samples from the World by Forest Gander
Ambient Parking Lot by Pamela Lu
The Goodbye Town by Timothy O’Keefe
Looking Around by Witold Rybczynski
Makeshift Metropolis by Witold Rybczynski
Dust: The Archive and Cultural History by Carolyn Steadman
The Voice of the River by Melanie Rae Thon
Driven to Abstraction by Rosmarie Waldrop
The Fast by Hannah Weiner
A Writer’s Diary by Virginia Woolf
I’ll be reading at AWP on Thursday, March 1 at 7:00 as part of the FC2 reading with Alexandra Chasin, Brian Kiteley, Michael Martone, Lance Olsen, Vanessa Place, David Porush, Matt Roberson, Yuriy Tarnawsky, Melanie Rae Thon, Steve Tomasula, and Lewis Warsh. Details here.
I’m also putting together readings for Washington, DC and State College, PA for late spring sometime.
“It is like a sea beating against his skull. Indeed, for all he knows he could already be lost overboard, tugged to and fro by the currents of the deep. The slap of water that will in time strip his bones of the last sliver of flesh. Pearls of his eyes; coral of his bones.”
— J.M. Coetzee, Slow Man
“The wind roars up the avenue. Trees stoop and bend this way and that. Moonbeams splash and spill wildly in the rain. But the beam of the lamp falls straight from the window. The candle burns stiff and still. Wandering through the house, opening the windows, whispering not to wake us, the ghostly couple seek their joy.”
–Virginia Woolf, “A Haunted House”
“They were filled with rage. All they really knew were two darknesses, the darkness of their lives, which was now closing in on them, and the darkness of the movies, which had blinded them to that other darkness, and in which they now, vindictively, dreamed, at once more together than they were at any other time, and more alone.”
–James Baldwin, “Sonny’s Blues”