Last year, Tumblr sent the wonderful Kate Gavino to cover the Brooklyn Book Festival on Last Night’s Reading. We’re sending her again, obvi, but we want to send you too! Are you in the NYC area and interested in a press pass to document the festival on your Tumblr blog in words, drawings, photos, gifs, or anything else? Email email@example.com and let me know!
Attending authors include Zadie Smith, Roxane Gay, Salman Rushdie, Catherine Lacey, Charles Burns, Leslie Jamison, and many more!
I will be doing FOUR very cool and exciting things for this year’s Brooklyn Book Festival:
- Monday 9/16: An Opening Night Party for bookends week, hosted by Tumblr, Electric Lit, and Gigantic! 7pm - midnight at The Bell House in Brooklyn. Dancing! Drinking! DJing! Galactic Gimlets! Bookish conversation!
- Sunday 9/22: Brooklyn Book Fest panel about books about love with Jess Row and J. Courtney Sullivan, whom I fangirl real bad. 10am in the Borough Hall Community Room.
- Sunday 9/22: Brooklyn Book Fest panel about whether technology is making our lives awesomer or sad with Clive Thompson and Jenna Wortham. 1pm on the North Stage.
Please come to one or all of these events and give me a high five. (No stalkers.)
Can’t wait to see you!
The Airship and Black Balloon Publishing invite you to an evening of boozing and misspelling as six contestants from New York’s literary world stumble through the hardest words in the English language one drunken letter at a time. The winner will receive a $300 dinner at The Breslin, a 3D-printed trophy from 3D NYC Lab and, undoubtedly, a vicious hangover.
THE FIRST ANNUAL AIRSHIP SPELLING BEE
Thursday, September 19
6 P.M. — 9 P.M.
105 Eldridge Street
Manhattan, NY 10002
Hosted by Jonny Diamond
Justin Alvarez, The Paris Review
Julie Buntin, Council of Literary Magazines and Presses
Arvind Dilawar, The Airship
Rachel Fershleiser, Tumblr’s #lit guru
Ben Greenman, The New Yorker
Gavin McInnes, Rooster / Street Carnage / ex-VICE
Music by NO GLOW.
Who wants to watch me publicly humiliate myself??
The Tin House Brooklyn Book Festival Bingo Board, available here or at their booth tomorrow.
This looks easier than I think it will be.
thetinhouse, will you be updating BKBF Bingo this year? Francine Prose and Adrian Tomine will be there again, but you’ll probably want to add Tom Wolfe’s white suit…
Seconding this request for an update. Pppplllease, Tin House?
already picturing the line of people clutching their dogeared copies of the giver
BKBF bookmarks! Adrian Tomine was my gateway drug to comics, and Lois Lowry to… books, I think? Can’t wait!
Navel-, shoe-, and stargazers unite! Electric Literature, Gigantic,and Tumblr present Literary Worlds, a Brooklyn Book Festival Bookends opening night party featuring the most dancing, sparkling conversation, reasonably priced cocktails, and bookish fun this side of the Milky Way.
Monday, 9/16, 7pm at The Bell House in Brooklyn. Free!
Save the Date! Spread the word!
Grab your dancing shoes and your nerdiest friends, this is going to be one for the ages!
Opening Night Party for Brooklyn Book Festival Bookends thrown by Tumblr, Electric Literature, The New Inquiry and the Los Angeles Review of Books.
Photos by Kai Twanmoh
These beautiful dancers and dozens more pictures from Monday night’s party at events.tumblr.com.
“Sybil Davidson has a genius I.Q. and has been laid by at least six different guys…”
It’s the first line of Forever by Judy Blume. Everyone always talks about Are You There God, It’s Me Margaret? And “we must, we must, we must increase our bust,” but it was Forever that I read again and again until it was in 3 separate pieces, and then read it some more.
Forever taught me everything I know about love and sex. Well, no, I know more now. But Forever shaped my young worldview. It taught me that sex was about love, but not necessarily about marriage. That it was about commitment, but not necessarily life-long commitment. That you could love someone as a teenager, and it could be real, and wonderful, and important, and worthwhile, and it could end and you could move on, and that was okay too.
So that was my mindset when I met Jared, my first for-real boyfriend. He was tall and smart and rich and Jewish — everyone said my mother must be thrilled. My mother was horrified. “Oh my God, Rachel, he’s so…CONVENTIONAL!”
We lost our virginities in a stunning display of simultaneous non-orgasm, and proceeded to have a very lovely First Relationship.
At some point, I bought him a copy of Forever. The cover had changed, from the gold-tone locket illustration of my decimated 1970s copy to a photograph of a pretty blond that made me want to stab someone. Still, I had no apprehension about giving him the book – it was about the importance of young love, about the power of emerging sexual awakening, and most of all it was hugely important to me.
He hated it. Haaaaaated it. Somehow, despite having the book entirely memorized, I had neglected to notice that the couple breaks up at the end, when she meets someone a little bit older, more worldly, more interesting. They see each other one last time at a stationery store. “I wanted to tell him I’d never be sorry for loving him…” Uunnff it’s so good. But okay, yes, potentially horrifying to an infatuated 19-year-old.
So here’s how I decided to fix this: I stole the book back. I stole it back, and I cut out the last few chapters with an exacto knife. The whole part that makes the book nuanced and realistic and different from other teen romances. I rewrote the ending, and glued that in instead. It included sentences like “Oh god, I love you” I told him. “And we belong together. And I don’t ever want to be apart again.” The last words were “happily ever after.”
So I took this frankenbook, and I wrapped it up, and tied a ribbon around it, and gave to it him for his birthday, about a year and a half into our relationship. He loved it, he said it was perfect, it was the most wonderful, beautiful thing anyone had ever given him.
We broke up two weeks later.
To kick off the literary festivities prior to the literary Festival, Tumblr, Electric Literature, The New Inquiry and the Los Angeles Review of Books threw a party. (Book people love parties.) Shindigger, being notionally bookish ourselves, followed the parade of tote bags until we reached the Williamsburg event space Public Assembly. After getting a temporary tattoo stamped on our inner wrist, we entered the darkened hall.
The drinks were cheap, the music loud and the lights dim as publishing professionals, indie writers, indie booksellers and indie magazine editors shouted above the DJ to discuss Important Contemporary Fiction and trade industry gossip.
“Anything by Lorrie Moore speaks to a certain kind of person,” novelist Jami Attenberg said when we asked her what books she recommends. “Junot Díaz is a fucking genius—can I say that?” We were unsure if she meant the sentiment or the swear.