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I read Benjamin Anastas’s novel An Underachiever’s Diary a while back and liked it.  I read these Salon and Daily Beast excerpts from his new memoir Too Good to Be True today and I feel profoundly anxious about money, relationships, and–most of all–writing as a career.

The New Yorker‘s diaeresis tic bothers some people.  It’s the double-dot thing they put in words like “coöperate” to tell you to pronounce both syllables.  It’s also “the single thing that readers of the letter-writing variety complain about most.”  As I read this piece about it, I kept waiting for Mary Norris to announce that they’d finally decided to change their style.  But apparently the diaeresis lives on.  What do you think, is the diaeresis annoying or endearing?  (I like it.)  Diaeresis.

Some of you know Innocente Fontana, so I thought this might be of interest: I wrote a piece for the Paris Review‘s website about my relationship with him, who he really is, and his extraordinary novel that was just republished.

If you want to read a remarkable and very short piece of writing, click here and scroll down to Bill Buford’s recollection of drinking a bowl of warm pig’s blood.