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theparisreview:In honor of the UK’s National Libraries Day, we bring you “The Nympho Librarian”
theparisreview: The British Library announces that more than thirty-five-thousand digital images from their illuminated manuscripts collection will be available under a public domain mark.
theparisreview: Santa Maria De Nieva, 14 October 1979 Seen from the air, the jungle below looked like kinky hair, seemingly peaceful, but that is deceptive, because in its inner being nature is never peaceful. Even when it is denatured, when it is tamed,
theparisreview: “[T]o read was precisely to enter another world, which was not the reader’s own, and come back refreshed, ready to bear with equanimity the injustices and frustrations of this one. Reading was balm, amusement―not incitement.”
theparisreview: The “Keep Calm and Carry On” poster that launched millions of profoundly vacuous parodies is seventy-five years old today—but it was only first seen in 2001. The British Treasury refrained from printing it during World War II because
theparisreview: All of Tolstoy’s works are going online. “We wanted to come up with an official website that will contain academically justified information,” explains his great-great-granddaughter. The work on the site will have been triple-proofed
theparisreview: “Where [do I go from here]? I asked myself that question when I was twenty, again when I was thirty, again when I was forty, fifty … I could never answer it. Now I know something: I have to persist. That means live, write, and face,
theparisreview: “Though their obsolescence has been prophesied at various points, neighborhoods remain a vital—perhaps the most vital—way of .” For more of this morning’s roundup, click here.
theparisreview: “A friend and I whiled away our breaks and slow days with what we called, unofficially, the Lurid Book Club … It was impossible to not do the reading: we could not put these books down. The shared horror of the experience made it
theparisreview: “The history of the typewriter is, as with the history of the personal computer after it, rife with collaboration, ingenuity, betrayal, setbacks, lucre, acrimony, misguided experimentation, and bickering white men.” The history of
theparisreview: “The recent debate surrounding marriage is not precisely the one that the Nicholses had hoped for … but surely they would have relished the public conversation.” The free-love couple who pissed off nineteenth-century America.
theparisreview: When Charlotte Brontë was thirteen and her brother, Branwell, was twelve, they designed and wrote a series of tiny books: “Measuring less than one inch by two inches, the books were made from scraps of paper and constructed by hand.
theparisreview: “Montaigne’s first language—in sixteenth-century France—was Latin. Every morning the child was awakened by soft music. As a baby, he was sent to live with a peasant family for three years so he would not become accustomed to great
theparisreview: “Considered a ‘pious fiction’—that is, a sort of unofficial folktale—she enjoyed popularity throughout Europe. Before the Church removed her commemoration in ’69, July 20 was her feast day.” The cult of the bearded female
theparisreview: I dream you, and you come to meintact, in focus, indiscreet, mouthingthe sweetest lies as if we cared.As if, in fact, we might begin againwith needle-tracks and scratches down your armsthat might have told in drunken hieroglyphshow heavy-
theparisreview: It was fever that made the worldburn last summer, that afternoonwhen I lay watching the sun pourits incurable folly slantwiseinto a plum tree’s crest, infusing it till the whole crown glowedred as infected blood translucentin a syringe.
theparisreview: Julianne Swartz, Placements (2008). (via)
theparisreview: A look at Cincinnati’s old public library, erected in 1874 and demolished in 1955.
theparisreview: Soviet illustrations of The Hobbit. See more here on Retronaut.
theparisreview: Manuel Cosentino, Behind a Little House
theparisreview: Under the cobblestones, the beach. Under Versailles, some magnificent subterranean reservoirs. “Once a year on ‘maintenance day,’ the water parterre reservoirs are emptied a few weeks before the Fountains show.” For more of
theparisreview: “The referee’s red card quiets the baying fans in the coliseum: a bite, however, plumbs the atavistic soul in all of us, and sets off a frenzy of response that is not so easily muted.” In today’s World Cup recap, Jonathan Wilson
theparisreview: “A young policeman told me that when the decision was made to abandon the 60th Precinct, which is half a block in from the beach, the water was over their heads and the last officers had to swim out. Most of those officers have been
theparisreview: Behold: the first written use of fuck, from 1528, inscribed by a monk who seems to have been pretty pissed off with an abbot. For more of this morning’s roundup, click here.
theparisreview:Roger Ballen, Shadow Chambers
theparisreview: “Is she cheerful? Has she a knowledge of books? Are her vibrations pleasant?” A vintage guide to becoming a librarian.
theparisreview: Happy birthday, Edna Ferber, one of the more financially successful members of the Algonquin Round Table.
theparisreview: “Pierre Testu-Brissy was a pioneering French balloonist who achieved fame for making many flights astride animals, particularly horses.” For more of this morning’s roundup, click here.
theparisreview: “Nothing human is finally calculable; even to ourselves we are strange.” —Gore Vidal
theparisreview: “The thing about burial is that unless you can convince the earth to do the work of decomposition for you, what’s put underground usually stays there.” Angela Serratore on the well on Spring Street, America’s first great murder
theparisreview: “For obit writers, the whole world is necessarily divided into the dead and the pre-dead. That’s all there is.” An interview with New York Times writer Margalit Fox on the art of obituary.
theparisreview: On this day in 1870, Léon Gambetta eluded capture by fleeing in a hot-air balloon during the Siege of Paris.
theparisreview: “How much more relaxing to sit alone and let your impressions form, and then digest and recollect in tranquility.” Sadie Stein on the joys of seeing movies alone.
theparisreview: “Finally, I found a cult I want to be a part of!” Benjamin Breen visits Rare Book School.
theparisreview: “After all, it’s in the deepest dungeons that the most beautiful dreams of freedom are dreamt.” Friedrich Schiller was born on this day in 1759. Read how the German writer overcame oppressive military schooling at the Hohe Carlsschule.
theparisreview: On November 27, 1970, Velázquez’s Portrait of Juan de Pareja became the first painting to sell for more than a million pounds. “It was finally knocked down for a staggering £2,310,000, almost tripling the previous world auction
theparisreview: Rainer Maria Rilke was born on this day in 1875. From our archive, an excerpt from his short work “The Lion Cage.”
theparisreview: “Poetry is emotion put into measure. The emotion must come by nature, but the measure can be acquired by art.” Happy birthday, Thomas Hardy!
theparisreview: An LED sign in downtown Los Angeles was hacked in the name of literacy. Indie booksellers are reporting a noticeable uptick in sales. Read more arts and culture news:
theparisreview: Breaking news: Archeologists in Spain believe they have excavated Miguel de Cervantes’s casket. Earlier today, wooden fragments bearing the initials “M.C.” were found amidst human remains in a crypt underneath the chapel of a
theparisreview: “It’s all fouled up!” —Sadie Stein on cursing and how enough rage can make any word ugly.
theparisreview: “Paul MacLeod was Elvis Presley’s number-one fan, a self-designated job if there ever was one. He dedicated his life to Presley in a way that makes other legacies of cultish Elvis devotion—and there are many—seem like the work
theparisreview: On this day in 1971, pitcher Leroy “Satchel” Paige became the first Negro League veteran to be nominated for the Baseball Hall of Fame. Read David Henry’s piece from our archive about the godly mythos of professional baseball players
theparisreview: A previously unseen Sherlock Holmes story found in a Scotland attic.
theparisreview: Philip Levine gave a reading at an event celebrating Federico García-Lorca in 2013. Read Elianna Kan’s remembrance of working with and interviewing the late poet.
theparisreview: “In like a lion, out like a lamb” and other old-timey proverbs with our correspondent, Sadie Stein.
theparisreview: How a gruesome eighteenth-century execution turned Voltaire into a crusader for the innocent.
theparisreview: What are the advantages of being a woman writer?
theparisreview: Today in Sisyphean undertakings for the greater good: Michael Mandiberg, an interdisciplinary artist, is “transforming the English-language Wikipedia into an old-fashioned print reference set running to 7,600 volumes.”(via Printing
theparisreview: Yes, we know it’s cold. Please stop talking about it.
theparisreview: Guy Laramée’s book sculptures continue to amaze.
theparisreview: Nigel Van Wieck
theparisreview: Here’s a bit from Pratchett’s 2007 essay, “Notes from a Successful Fantasy Author: Keep it Real.”
theparisreview: Happy birthday to Georges Bataille, connoisseur of Eros. Read his short Surrealist text, “The Solar Anus.”
theparisreview: A preview of our Fall issue, including interviews with Chris Ware, Herta Müller, and Aharon Appelfeld; letters between George Plimpton and Terry Southern; fiction by Alejandro Zambra and Atticus Lish; and poetry by Karen Solie and Ben
theparisreview: What does it matter that the pastAnd my own daemon hold me fast?I shall get sleep enough at last: What does it mean?—Catherine Davis, from “What Does It Mean?”Photography Credit Stanko Abadžic, “Bicycle Art on Wall,”
theparisreview: Where were you, nymphs,when I was learning to applythe proper plaster of Paris and papier-mâchéto fledgling cheekbones?Where a Nereid when I neededadvice on unguents?A dryad to calm my riotous nervesand dye my dulling locks?An oread
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