1. Now this is a good idea. I’ve said this before and I’ll keep saying it: readers are ready for e-books, but we don’t want to buy puffed-up $400 Kindles or $300 Sony Readers. We want to read e-books on the devices that are already in our pockets: iPhones, Blackberrys, high-end full-screen cell phones. This is the way e-books will succeed in the marketplace.
2. Here’s an even better idea: a truce between Israel and Hamas. Many of my friends don’t support this, saying that a truce can’t possibly last. I say if it lasts one week with no rockets and no tanks, then that’s one week with no rockets and no tanks. I’m pretty sure both sides will remain highly vigilant, so I think critics of this difficult truce are mistaking hope (and common sense) for weakness.
3. A sunset on Mars.
4. Caryn and I were at this very wet R.E.M. concert at Jones Beach, Long Island Saturday night. The funny thing you won’t read in any of these articles, though, is that before all the thunder and lightning the opening act The National stole the show. R.E.M. did a fun and crazy set too, though. I liked it near the end when, mindful of the fact that everybody involved in this concert was risking their life and needed to eventually get home, they said “okay, pretend we just left for the encore and came back”.
5. Sara Nelson of Publisher’s Weekly taking a wider view of the industry:
it does seem that we’re at a crossroads, reaching critical mass, name your cliche here. Something, in other words, is going on in the book business, and while the overall mood of its practitioners must be described as nervous, there also may be some — dare I say it? — hopefulness underneath. Is it just me, or is the hunger for change we see growing in the political world actually trickling down to l’il ol’ publishing?
7. Artist (and Jack Kerouac’s good friend) Stanley Twardowicz died on June 12 in Huntington, Long Island. A couple of years ago I got the chance to play in a Jack Kerouac tribute softball game with Stanley Twardowicz (on Kerouac’s own favorite baseball field in Northport, Long Island). I remember him as a quiet and sturdy guy, proud to represent the memory of Jack.