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Book worker at University of Texas Press | Formerly a bookseller, at Paris Review | Occasionally writing about books at LARB, Full Stop, The Millions, elsewhere | [email protected]
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God I know this ground has been retread many times, but remember the energy around Fetterman’s Senate campaign? What a disaster.

The great majority of books published sell fewer than 1,000 copies.

Does anyone know how many Rubicons there are

This looks very exciting, the type of publication (almost) all of our cities are starving for. Support if you can.

Amid the latest round of fear-mongering about Mamdani, I'm curious whether any journalist has written a piece that takes seriously his vision for NYC/what the long-term implications of a Mamdani mayorship could be for the city?

If there are pieces of writing that you love about fathers or father figures, I’d love to read them.

I once saw Carmelo Anthony walking by the Paris Review office. He did not go inside.

Does anyone know how many Rubicons there are

Grateful for how visibly shaken Padilla is here, the way his voice breaks when he says farm workers. That is the human response to all of this.

Reading this book right now is a balm.

By my count (from the No Kings website), 60 scheduled protests across the state of Texas? That's pretty incredible.

Mystery woman = ChatGPT, right? Choosing to believe this

Well, @greenwell.bsky.social, it's a little on the nose but seems fitting that on BAD COMPANY'S pub day, I went to drop my car off at my beloved local auto shop only to discover that it has been purchased by a national private equity-owned brand, no trace to be found of the old shop. Happy pub day!

Good morning everybody. May your metaphorical swings be open for you today. (Isla’s very real ones, unfortunately, were not.)

My almost-two-year-old is obsessed with OutKast. She somehow hears the “forever ever” in “Ms. Jackson” as “my elbow,” will eagerly wait for that part of the song, and then run around the room yelling “my elbowwwww.”

But what about the Cybertruck that Adin Ross gave him? Feels like a real gray area here.

I find it sort of comforting that scam texts remain almost always terrible, like the one I just got from a number in the Philippines about DMV enforcement penalties in the state of North Carolina.

Just saw a Ron Desantis for President bumper sticker, somehow still going strong on a Nissan Sentra in Austin, Texas on May 30, 2025.

Again and again, @defector.com shows the way.

"The average person that uses digital technology doesn't really realize that there's a very physical manifestation of that technology that exists in the world." Thought @karenhao.bsky.social's clarity on this issue (starting around 36 mins) was really helpful. goodbye.substack.com/p/empire-of-...

Much to say about this (negative) but I love the idea that How Long Gone represents how the Democratic Party “talks to men.”

No one who cares about the books and authors they publish should continue working at a press that does this.

Discovering it’s quite a fine line between feeling like your toddler is repeating what you say out of love and admiration versus feeling like they’re doing it out of mockery. I imagine this only gets worse/better.

“What was it about this place, this huge place, that could produce such a uniformity of political thought and behavior?” Spending some time today with THE CONSERVATIVE FRONTIER, written toward an answer to that question (publishing with us in October). A real fascinating work of narrative history.

happy for Khalil of course but i must say, "lawful permanent resident not charged with any crimes, imprisoned by president's stormtroopers for having forbidden opinions about US-abetted genocide, briefly allowed to touch his child" is a hell of a thing to find oneself feeling joy and relief about

I think I'm finally becoming an emotionally healthy adult because I just saw pictures of jubilant Tottenham players and the thought that passed, unwittingly, through my head was: "good for them, man."

Hey if that Sun-Times mess bothers you, please prioritize actively participating in the healthy books ecosystem where it still exists. I do understand the fatalism but it’s empty if it doesn’t drive you to support work that is worth something, which we still have the capacity to do.

Do any of you people have feelings on where to start if you’ve never read John McPhee?

Isla saw this fellow, went up and took his hand, and said “sad.”

"I am asking them, as I am continually asking myself, to imagine a heart that feels a connection to the hearts of others, even others you do not know. I would like to think that this is what nudges me forward, more than some mythological concept of 'hope.'" www.newyorker.com/culture/essa...

The precision of this distinction is really helpful: "Hess has a singular talent...for capturing the quotidian experience of browsing the internet and being manipulated by its algorithms without ever judging or trivializing the emotional impulses being thus manipulated." Need to get Second Life.

Per the latest nonsense: the best thing I've read about "Highly Overrated Bruce Springsteen" is in Niko's book. A very special part of my job is getting to be alongside authors like Niko as they open themselves up to share their work with the world. It's especially great when the book is this good.

"Today there isn’t a single state, metropolitan area, or county in the United States where a full-time worker earning the local minimum wage can afford a two-bedroom apartment."

In a world of ever-reproducing "most anticipated" lists, be @ebbooksellers.bsky.social.

There's so much to admire in this excerpt from @nikostratis.com's book, but there's one paragraph in here on grocery store rock where Niko just goes off in the best way.

A bunch of the best book publishers in the world lost critical funding from the NEA last night. Not a surprise, but nonetheless a moment for all of us to figure out what we can do to help keep these publishers going over the next few years.