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(1) Excellent ode to the use of the telephone in film at I Heart Hotdogs [via notcoming]

(2) Excellent Félix Fénéon Novels in Three Lines feature this week at 52 Stories.

Nice interview with Kate Bernheimer at Conjunctus: “The Great Gatsby is as much a fairy tale as Coraline. Sometimes the fantastical resides in the syntax. Sometimes it resides in a closet.”

Excellent Xmas gifts: Beautiful creepy art by Luca Dipierro.

Lee Klein’s Eyeshot’s REJECTION LETTERS FROM THE EYESHOT OUTBOX v.9, which for me have always been an instructive and hilarious example of internet tone, and ‘real talk.’ Hopefully it is not truly the last.

“1. There’s a reason that Eyeshot’s sub guidelines say no “write” or “writer” e-mail addresses unless you’re very young. It suggests an aesthetic, a “writer” type who owns a Moleskine journal, whose work mostly disrespects the maturity, patience, and literary knowledge/expectations of readers, and who refers to journals and sites as “markets.” These writers live for those glorious days when Duotrope posts “congratulations, writer name!” next to the silly name of some obscure lit site that’ll be abandoned by 2010. 2012 the latest. “

Via The Reading Experience, here’s Alan Kaufman’s harebrained essay on the death of the physical book.

Oh man, I’m going to miss bookstores too, but this guy is just a nut. He says, “The book is fast becoming the despised Jew of our culture. Der Jude is now Der Book.”

I used to think snowboarding wasn’t going to last but it’s like 15 years later and people are still doing it and everyone is about the same amount of happiness.

King on Sklenicka on Carver & Lish, King on Carver & Lish.

Some say Thomas Pynchon got nabbed of the 1974 Pulitzer for Gravity’s Rainbow due to a majority of the presiding panel’s distaste for his scene where our hero eats feces out of the ass of a prostitute (not to mention a very particular description of what sort of whose anatomy the protruding waste reminds our hero of). Indeed, it’s a pretty hard scene to shake after reading. What are some of the scenes in books that are most indelibly in your mind, and what do you think it is about them that makes them stick there?

Mairéad Byrne has been in a bit of a blorgic frenzy over at Heaven. Get it while the getting is good. Seriously funny wowzas.

It’s okay to talk about anything you want, including talking about not wanting to hear certain people talk. I mean, I’m okay with all of that. Imagine sometimes someone is just seeing whatup. I don’t like the word ethos. Dead Prez.