This article (link from Miriam Burstein, the Little Professor) points to a range of difficulties emerging with the Google Books project, including poor cataloguing.
Found while researching my recent piece for Cordite, this great review by Theresa Lauf of Jane Smiley and her 13 ways of looking at you-know-what (which I don't really like). From TEXT Review.
Will Self is a fan of Nick Cave's lyrics, using this to briefly unpack an argument he had with a rock writer on the comparative strengths of Dylan and Smokey Robinson:
As I recall, the argument eventually came down to a single couplet from Dylan's song "Visions of Johanna": "On the back of the fish truck that loads / While my conscience explodes". Barney contended that this, in and of itself, meant absolutely nothing at all. Therefore, it could only be viewed either as a self-indulgent verbal riff, or as filler, marking time until the beat cranked up again.
Being forced to analyse the meaning of this trope was, initially, unwelcome. I had no desire either to descend into the nerdish, psycho-biographical slough of the Dylanologists or to ascend to the arid heights of those academics, who have hung on to their tenure by maintaining the view that some songwriters may be considered quite as much "poets" as their unaccompanied counterparts. So far as I'm concerned this approach has always prompted the question: if lyricists are poets, then what are poets? Presumably one-man bands without a band?...
Nowadays, if we picture the poetic muse at all, it's as a superannuated folkie, sitting in the corner of the literary lounge bar, holding his ear and yodelling some old bollocks or other. Whatever need we have for the esemplastic unities of sound, meaning and rhythm that were traditionally supplied by spoken verse, we now find it supplied in sung lyrics.
Bombastic nonsense, really, but it's nicely expressed bombastic nonsense. (I'm obviously easily impressed.)
Not a new lit site, but one I aim to examine more closely - Western Australian Writing, an Online Anthology.
There's a good review of Ondaatje's newie here at Boldtype, with links to interviews on Salon and CBC.
Also Sara Paretsky speaks to the National Book Critics Circle blog, Critical Mass, about their campaign to keep reviews in newspapers and the gender imbalance in crime reviewing.
Hay-On-Wye has been running over the past two weeks and is blogged at the Guardian's Comment Is Free blog, here. Around the blogs there have been some concerns aired that it's becoming a bit of a bun-fight - too many political sessions, not enough about books, and tiny toilets to boot. (When I remember where I read that, I'll come back and post it.)