Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie talks fashion, literature, and Beyoncé with Elle. I love her response to being asked why she writes fiction:
I think it’s important to humanize history; fiction can help us remember. A lot of books I’ve read in the past have been so much more important than textbooks—there is an emotional connection with one particular person. I’m very much of a research-is-important type of fiction writer, even for contemporary fiction. I wrote about blogs in America and I’ve never blogged. But I read many, many blogs—usually about feminist things, or about race, or about hair.
Wikipedia's Sexism Toward Female Novelists
English PEN is partnering with Sotheby’s to auction off first-edition copies of notable books annotated by their authors (or, in two cases, their illustrators). What a cool idea! I wish this could be in a museum somewhere.
Is this another manifestation of sexism in tech?
(The community of Wikipedia editors and contributors skews heavily male, just as in tech at large.)
"My birthday is April 26th, Confederate Memorial Day. I was born 100 years to the day after that holiday was invented. I don’t think I could have escaped learning about the Civil War and what it represented."
"Dear Mr. Sendak,
How much does it cost to get to where the wild things are? If it is not expensive, my sister and I would like to spend the summer there."
From an eight-year-old boy’s letter to Maurice Sendak, author and illustrator, who died earlier today
"A Wrinkle in Time" proves girls and science fiction aren't mutually exclusive
The first poet I ever admired. Happy birthday!
“Good morning, Revolution:
You’re the very best friend
I ever had.
We gonna pal around together from now on.”
Happy Birthday to Langston Hughes, born February 1st, 1902.
I would have to concur with Anna Quindlen, who in her introduction to a 2007 edition of A Wrinkle in Time noted, “The truth is, I’m not a fan of science fiction, and my math and physics gene has always been weak.” Yet like her, I love A Wrinkle in Time; I also thoroughly enjoyed A Wind in the Door and A Swiftly Tilting Planet, two of the book’s sequels. There’s nothing inherently masculine (or white—another issue) about science fiction: I remember hearing Nalo Hopkinson, in a talk at Yale (sadly, I can’t find a video to link to), argue that it was a powerful genre for writers like her precisely because it is devoted to imagining alternate realities. Yet the genre is still marketed and presented as one chiefly, if not exclusively, for (white) guys. Huh.