Some good reads for a rainy weekend:
- Will Self writes the latest lament about the death of the novel — of course, there’s more to it than that. Will the serious novel really be “an art form on a par with easel painting or classical music: confined to a defined social and demographic group, requiring a degree of subsidy, a subject for historical scholarship rather than public discourse”? Alas, my own son is still too young to give me much guidance here, but I don’t think it’s a crazy theory.
- Don’t write or read novels? At least write a letter to your kids. And read John Dickerson’s moving tribute to his mother at Slate.
- On a completely different note, I was riveted by this story of an Indian fast food mogul in The New York Times.