1. At The Observer, another stockbroker says another dumb thing about the state of fiction.

Dear Lee: When your weathervane is James Wood, you might as well be covering the World Cup. Where have all the Mailers gone? I only ever knew of one, and he’s dead. Try actually investigating something. Open your eyes.

2. At the Guardian, Jeremy Kay reports from the set of the new Herzog/Lynch collaboration.

3. At Pop Damage, an interview with James Grauerholz, the executor of the William S. Burroughs estate.