OK – just to remind you guys – because its next week – phair will be hawking our books at the Endless Summer Waterfront Festival on Saturday, September 21th (rain date 22th) – its at Nantasket Avenue in Hull, MA from Noon to 5pm – all paperbacks are going for $10 each – lobster roll not included -
A sadistic serial killer the press calls the Ripper’s Daughter is stalking the streets of Boston. The victims are seemingly random, but each is horribly mutilated and left to die in the open with their mouths glued shut. Colby Willis, a burnt out police detective haunted by her failure to prevent the murder of her mentor, Marty Walsh, drowns her days in Jack.Suffering from unexplained seizures and black outs, Colby is soon forced to confront Jessie Walsh, the daughter of her mentor and the woman she loved and betrayed. Locked away in a mental asylum and forgotten, Jessie holds the key to the killer’s identity.
Can Colby figure out what she’s forgotten in time to save Jessie and herself or will she become the next victim?
Lydia Davis, the shortest of all short story writers, whose works can be as brief as a single sentence, has won the fifth Man Booker International Prize. The influential American writer accepted the £60,000 honour, which is presented every two years to a living, non-UK author for a body of work published in English, at a ceremony held at the Victoria and Albert Museum in London.
Davis, 65, was chosen from a heavyweight list of ten contenders including U.R. Ananthamurthy of India, Chinese writer Yan Lianke and Vladimir Sorokin of Russia. The Massachusetts-born Davis is best known for her short stories, a number of them among the shortest ever published. She has been described as “the master of a literary form largely of her own invention”.
Twenty-five years after pharmaceutical giant Eli Lilly unleashed Prozac on the red-braced 80s, SSRIs are still the world’s most popular antidepressants. They are swallowed by more than 40 million people, from Beijing to Beirut, knitting a web of happiness from New York to New Caledonia. Selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors, of which Prozac is the best known, are the defining drug of the modern age, the crutch of choice for the worried well. In the US, where one in 10 takes antidepressants, you can buy beef-flavoured Prozac for your dog, trademarked Reconcile. The Prozac revolution has not only changed the way we think about depression (aided by Eli Lilly’s mammoth advertising campaign); it has also changed the way we think, full stop.
A mother’s attempt to ban Anne Frank‘s diary from classrooms in Michigan over “pornographic” anatomical descriptions has failed, after a committee ruled that the title’s removal “would effectively impose situational censorship“.
Earlier this month the mother of a 12-year-old in the Northville school district in Michigan raised concerns with the school about her daughter reading the “definitive” version of Frank’s The Diary of a Young Girl, in which Frank writes how “until I was 11 or 12, I didn’t realise there was a second set of labia on the inside, since you couldn’t see them. What’s even funnier is that I thought urine came out of the clitoris”, and “when you’re standing up, all you see from the front is hair. Between your legs there are two soft, cushiony things, also covered with hair, which press together when you’re standing, so you can’t see what’s inside. They separate when you sit down and they’re very red and quite fleshy on the inside. In the upper part, between the outer labia, there’s a fold of skin that, on second thought, looks like a kind of blister. That’s the clitoris.”