A sure sign I'm beginning to show signs of suffering from word drown this month. Did not immediately begin reading the new Atlantic fiction issue when it showed up on my door this week. Was even a little cranky when I looked through the contents and saw the ubiquitous "Fiction in the Age of E-Books" piece in the essay section. Oh, but then saw it is by Paul Theroux. I'll probably read that. And "How to Write in 700 Easy Lessons" looks like an amusing send-up of the writer's manual. And there is a short story by T.C. Boyle. Love him. And a bunch of other good stuff. See contents with links here.
Have read like an obsessed person all month but have yet to finish a single book. I reside in the land of chunksters. Now I need some fluff. In the home stretch on the reading plan for April. Love all three books, two much more than the third, but, as my littlest friends like to say, "I think my brain hurts." Maybe I'll sit and read this magazine now after all.