I have not been diligent enough in hunting down links, friends, and that is why there has been a tragic hiatus in links round-ups. But I am back. It is Friday. This weekend, a small mystery: Will a long-anticipated package arrive despite very confusing FedEx notifications? Let’s hope so! What are you looking forward to this weekend, and do you fear it will elude you like an octopus inking you in the face as it squids away?
A list of things I would actually like men to explain to me. LOLSOB TO ALL OF THIS.
Charlie Jane Anders urges writers to play to their weaknesses.
Should corporations have a universal, unfettered right to censor the content their subsidiaries produce?
Jenni Monet now publishes a separate version of her news articles online, specifically for a native audience, after many occasions on which she feels native content in her work has been stifled or eliminated by editors.
A lot of writers title their books Horse Latitudes. An intrepid book reviewer read and reviewed them all.
This profile of Marlon James by one of my favorite critics, Jia Tolentino, is superb but does make me want to stay ten miles away from Marlon James’s books because I can’t spend my life reading rape scenes men wrote.
Wesley Morris asks why the Oscars keep falling for fantasies of racial reconciliation.
Publishing has a diversity problem. What’s it like to be a woman of color in a racist industry?
We’re in the Instagram age of book design (and I personally love it, and I’m not even on Instagram).
Gary Younge is having none of Liam Neeson and NOR AM I.
Happy Friday!