All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.”
— Ernest Hemingway (via feellng)
And the title changed this week after it being one thing for a year and I love the change. It’s now It Happens: A Guide to Contemporary Realistic Fiction for the YA Reader.* The official publication date is August 1, though I was told it’ll be available before then, and it will be at ALA annual…
Cy Twombly, Untitled (Rome), 1966
Kimberly and I are celebrating our 5 year blogging anniversary (!!!) with a huge giveaway at STACKED. We wanted to each pick 5 books that we’ve read in the past 5 years that have stuck with us in some way, and because we couldn’t narrow it down so much, we’re giving away 14 books, including 4 that are preorders. All are YA and cover everything from realistic fiction to humor to science fiction and fantasy.
If anything, it’s a reflection of the STACKED flavor.
I would like to extend Easter greetings to everyone celebrating today with this beautiful photograph of two women in Harlem on Easter Sunday 1947 by the legendary French photographer Henri Cartier-Bresson (1908-2004). My favorite fun fact about Mr. Cartier-Bresson is that he and Langston Hughes were roommates as young struggling artists in Mexico in the 1930s. Photo: Henri Cartier-Bresson/Magnum Photos.
The ability to forgive oneself. Stop here for a few breaths and think about this, because it is the key to making art and very possibly the key to finding any semblance of happiness in life. Every time I have set out to translate the book (or story, or hopelessly long essay) that exists in such brilliant detail on the big screen of my limbic system onto a piece of paper (which, let’s face it, was once a towering tree crowned with leaves and a home to birds), I grieve for my own lack of talent and intelligence. Every. Single. Time. Were I smarter, more gifted, I could pin down a closer facsimile of the wonders I see. I believe that, more than anything else, this grief of constantly having to face down our own inadequacies is what keeps people from being writers. Forgiveness, therefore, is key. I can’t write the book I want to write, but I can and will write the book I am capable of writing. Again and again throughout the course of my life I will forgive myself.
Because of Beyonce many young women are talking about feminism and hopefully young men because she has such a following. I have had young people in Nigeria who probably would have never heard of my TED talk without Beyonce and who are now talking about feminism.”
Obsessed with the blog Famous Beyonce Fans
But David Foster Wallace predicted a hopeful turn. He could see a new wave of artistic rebels who “might well emerge as some weird bunch of anti-rebels… who dare somehow to back away from ironic watching, who have the childish gall actually to endorse and instantiate single-entendre principles……
I remember standing on a street corner with the black painter Beauford Delaney down in the Village, waiting for the light to change, and he pointed down and said, “Look.” I looked and all I saw was water. And he said, “Look again,” which I did, and I saw oil on the water and the city reflected in the puddle.
James Baldwin in Paris Review, on his first creative guide