There’s a real dearth of entertainment that chronicles the entropy of modern 20-somethings, according to everyone who’s never heard of “Girls,” Sloane Crosley, “(500) Days of Summer” and the numerous other series, books and movi…
The post-colonial gay version of Lena Dunham is doing it better, FYI. Watch this show or what are you even doing. This has been a Mae PSA.
If she’s the one she’s hiding it brilliantly.
Mark Corrigan (via peepshowquotes)
If I don’t think about it, there’s always a chance it didn’t happen.
Jez (via peepshowquotes)
Love Me Back
By Merritt Tierce
A blunt, dark first novel about a self-destructive single mother in Texas, by a National Book Foundation “5 Under 35” honoree.
The Paying Guests
By Sarah Waters
In 1920s London, an impoverished widow and her spinster daughter take in a couple as boarders.
Not That Kind of Girl
By Lena Dunham
Time to see if Random House can make back that gigantic advance—and if Dunham’s voice is compelling offscreen. (At least she doesn’t have Hannah’s problems meeting deadlines.)
By Amy Poehler
Dey Street Books
The perky Parks and Recreation star tries on her buddy Tina Fey’s bossypants.
Clothes, Clothes, Clothes. Music, Music, Music. Boys, Boys, Boys.: A Memoir
By Viv Albertine
Thomas Dunne Books
The Slits guitarist chronicles what it was like to live through punk’s first wave.
May 26, 1994: “It’s only been two days [since I arrived]… and I am in charge of Lot A dogs. Susan had to go into town for a few days so she showed me how to do everything and now I am here by myself.” Twenty years ago this summer I was living just south of the Arctic Circle, taking care of more than 100 sled dogs. Their care was relatively simple. It was summer, so the dogs were off-season and mostly just jumping around on their six-foot chain leads, sometimes breaking loose and getting into fights or running off…
"For a long time, my draw to the comforts of solitude kept me from recognizing that this comfort was a double edged-sword. Solitude kept me safe, which was what I wanted; it also distanced me from what I needed, which was to make real connections with people."
One who is abnormal must never feel abnormal,” the French novelist Colette once wrote to a friend. Instead, he or she thinks, “What is this world full of monstrous pigs who are different from me?