Future Publish’s program at Leipzig Book Fair includes a tour, as literary fiction and free speech intersect at conferences in the US and UK.
Leading With Diversity: The AWP Generation Goes to Washington
In its 50th year, AWP (the Association of Writers and Writing Programs) returns to the US capital, with special focus on literature in a political society.
Exploring the Role and Craft of Translation at London Book Fair
“Reflecting the sector’s growing significance,” translation and the work of translators have a strong presence in 2016 London Book Fair programming.
Ether for Authors: Looking for AWP’s Leadership
Porter Anderson’s recap of publishing buzz eviscerates AWP’s poor leadership, covers SFWA’s battle with Random’s new contracts, Richard Nash’s defense of literature and more.
AWP 2013 Boston, Day 3: The Weird Bomb Explodes
The final day of AWP in Boston finds the 11,000 writers in attendance, zombified and roaming the halls looking for free swag, as everyone vows ‘never again.’
AWP 2013 Boston, Day 2: “Judge and/or Be Judged”
‘I’m just here to soak up the desperation,’ says one AWP attendee who managed to remain aloof from from the fray, but our correspondent David Duhr hasn’t fared as well.
Ether for Authors: AWP’s Boston Foray, B&N’s Travails, McEwan’s Doubts
Porter Anderson’s weekly round-up of writerly buzz from around the web previews this week’s AWP conference in Boston, B&N’s bad news, Ian McEwan’s doubts about fiction and more.
AWP Diary, Finale: Flirting with Scurvy, Poet Jim Hazard RIP
Over the last two days of AWP our correspondent flirts with scurvy, eulogizes poet Jim Hazard, and realizes his whole life is a less-intense version of AWP.
AWP Diary, Day 1: Please Don’t Feed the 9,500 Writers
Editor David Duhr reports back from his first day at the AWP in Chicago, where he’s asked: ‘Would you like bacon and cheese on your kielbasa, or just cheese?’
Literary “Rock Star” Steve Almond Does D.I.Y. and Walks Away With Fistfuls of Cash
By David Duhr I’m standing awkwardly on the dais steps between a seated Steve Almond and a line of fans waiting to buy signed copies of his three self-published books: Letters From People Who Hate Me, This Won’t Take But a Minute, Honey, and Bad Poetry. Cash only, with a heaping pile of the stuff on the table beside him. Calling …