Tons of novels for only  $5, including Here They Come by Yannick Murphy, Stephen Dixon’s I & End of I,   many copies of McSweeney’s quarterly, and tons of others.

An INTERN blogs about publishing’s inner workings.

File under: Wow. You can get the full text of Sarah Palin’s baffling, incoherent “I quit” speech here, at the official website of the state of Alaska.

I do not want to disappoint anyone with my decision; all I can ask is that you trust me with this decision – but it’s no more “politics as usual”.

Got that right, lady. It’s back to terrorizing the PTA for you–at least for now.

A new DecomP.  Brandi Wells. Meg Pokrass. Good stuff.

Butler gets some New York free-alternative-weekly love. Interview in L magazine hitting plastic orange newstands and subway cars all over New York right about now.

Someone buy me this. I want to spend the weekend playing it.

Alice Hoffman has apologized, but the fact that she tweeted angrily and made public the reviewer’s EMAIL AND PHONE NUMBER  is beyond weird.

Check out these lame ass books.

Ange Mlinko has had it up to here with all the Frederick Seidel-worship.

The stacked rhymes and deadpan singsong rhythms have nothing in common with Ezra Pound’s Cantos, for instance, which Seidel cites as a formative influence. Pound’s metrical range was matched by his emotional range; Seidel has one rhythmic brand (and I use the word advisedly) for all emotional registers. You simply can’t say that of Baudelaire, or Dante. Both Flowers of Evil and the Inferno are exquisitely beautiful works. No matter how bleak or violent, they don’t hurt your ears musically. Yet Seidel’s champions consistently and disingenuously transform his aesthetic weaknesses into virtues.

RB @5cense.com Tonight (7/1, 7:30) at Abilene’s Bar in Brooklyn, Andrew Zornoza will be launching his new novel, “Where I Stay,” from which this excerpt was from. ** Wish I lived in NYC. If you do, please go support Andrew, Tarpaulin Sky, and the incredible book.