Every day Poets & Writers Magazine scans the headlines—from publishing reports to academic announcements to literary dispatches—for all the news that creative writers need to know. Here are today’s stories.
“You are going to be labeled. The question is, ‘What is your response?’” Carol Gilligan, author of the feminist classic In a Different Voice, recommends radical listening as a counter to the patriarchy. (New York Times)
The Jerome Foundation has announced the recipients of its two-year fellowships, which award $40,000 over two years to sixty artists across disciplines. In literature, the winners are D. Allen, Chia-Lun Chang, Pallavi Dixit, t’ai freedom ford, Marwa Helal, Su Hwang, Jennifer Kwon Dobbs, Patricia Park, Preeti Rajpal, and Alejandro Varela. (Minnesota Public Radio)
In other prize news, the finalists for this year’s Wellcome Prize have been announced. The six fiction and nonfiction titles shortlisted for the £30,000 (approximately $39,776) award include Ottessa Moshfegh’s novel My Year of Rest and Relaxation and Thomas Page McBee’s memoir, Amateur.
“Good writing casts a spell, but spells can be hard to find.” In the age of the algorithm, what will happen to the book review and its space for literary analysis and evaluation? (Harper’s)
Best-selling author Walter Isaacson has joined Arcadia Publishing as the company’s editor-at-large and as senior advisor and investor. (Publishers Weekly)
Arcadia and its imprint, the History Press, are keeping local history alive with “fanatically specific” titles such as Barberton Fried Chicken (of Barberton, Ohio) and Ukrainians of Metropolitan Detroit. (Washington Post)
“Few authors are better suited than Singer to be speaking to us from this life-in-death perch.” Matt Levin on Isaac Bashevis Singer, whose posthumous publications are fresh, vital, and curiously alive. (Paris Review)
And a print of English author and illustrator Bernard Sleigh’s six-foot “Ancient Mappe of Fairyland” is for sale. In the 1917 epic tableau, Mother Hubbard and Miss Muffet are neighbors, and Narcissus gazes at his reflection outside Merlin’s wood. (Atlas Obscura)