The Death-Rattle of Culture | 10/7/2016
All the news that's fit to punt this week.
Sarah Jessica Parker is getting her own imprint at Hogarth.
Hogarth was a press founded by Virginia Woolf and her husband, resurrected by Random House in 2012, and is keeping in line with the Woolf's original literary ambitions... Or wait, no one at Random House gives a fuck. No word on what exactly qualifies Parker for the role other than that she likes the smell of old books, or what the creatively titled "SJP" imprint, which launches at an indeterminate date in the future, actually seeks to publish.
The New York Review of Books reveals Elena Ferrante's identity.
I'm sticking with my solid/popular "James-Franco-is-Ferrante-theory," but seriously, it was bound to happen sooner or later, it's just that this type of invasive speculative sleuthing you'd expect from US Weekly, not the New York Review of Books.
The 'Word of the Year' has been declared by the American Dialect Society.
Singular "they" beat out "thanks, Obama" and the already out-dated "on fleek."