This stuff is my brain candy.
Artists’ Bookshelves. To celebrate this month’s art issue, we’ll be posting the bookshelves of some of our favorite artists. This week: photographer Patrick Tsai, whose award-winning book Modern Times depicts Tsai’s travels across China in 2008. His online photo journal, Talking Barnacles, traced one year of life in Japan following the 2011 earthquake.
Herschell. Scoperte Fatte Nella Luna Sigr. 1836.
“I don’t think science fiction is a very good name for it, but it’s the name that we’ve got. It is different from other kinds of writing, I suppose, so it deserves a name of its own. But where I can get prickly and combative is if I’m just called a sci-fi writer. I’m not. I’m a novelist and poet. Don’t shove me into your damn pigeonhole, where I don’t fit, because I’m all over. My tentacles are coming out of the pigeonhole in all directions.” —Ursula K. Le Guin
Read our 2013 interview with Ursula K. Le Guin, now available in its entirety online.
“Fitzgerald spent two bumpy summers in Asheville, at the Grove Park Inn. A massive shelter of craggy granite stones, turning one hundred years old this year, the Grove Park has rocking chairs on the terrace, huge fireplaces and a history of well-known visitors who came there for the clean mountain air, and ‘rest, relaxation and respite.’”
Pictured: Grove Park, where F. Scott Fitzgerald stayed there in the summers of 1935 and 1936. His wife Zelda lived across the valley at Highland Hospital, a psychiatric facility.
Absolutely Terrifying Two Sentence Horror Stories
Moncks Corner, SC
Built around 1725 as a chapel-of-ease for St. John’s Parish, Berkeley County. It is the last remaining building in the former town of Childsbury, located along the Cooper River. The town once hosted a tavern, school, chapel, race track, general store, and ferry.
From the Photos from the Records of the Historic Preservation Planner collection, held by The Charleston Archive at CCPL
Tolstoy says that all happy families are happy in the same way, but that unhappy families are all unhappy in different ways, which is why, I suppose, he finds it interesting to write about the unhappy ones.
I think that bad writers are all bad in the same way, but that good writers are all good…