If there’s one thing that George R.R. Martin wants you to know, it’s that the world is full of moral ambiguity. Any Game of Thrones fan can attest to this: There are no real heroes or villains, just people who do good things and bad things, and usually in combination. In a long interview with Rolling Stone published yesterday, the cap-wearing fantasy novelist talks about killing your darlings, his days writing for network TV, and the limitations of J.R.R. Tolkien. It’s worth reading in its entirety to hear him expound on the following topics:
Taylor Swift was spotted shopping at a bookstore yesterday, and not just any bookstore — McNally Jackson, the literary heart of Soho. Fans gathered outside to gawk, and since "Taylor Swift carrying big bags of books" probably falls somewhere between Reading Rainbow and Oprah when it comes to inspiring literacy, they were perhaps moved to make a few purchases. But what is Taylor reading? the internet wondered. The McNally booksellers would not say.
The Cut has a few suggestions.
Chewbacca, R2-D2, and C-3PO didn’t emerge fully formed from George Lucas’s brain in 1977—he had help from storyboard artists like Alex Tavoularis, Joe Johnston, and Ivan Beddoes. The new book Star Wars Storyboards: The Original Trilogy collects the early drawings that gave the Star Wars movies their visual inspiration. Click through the gallery ahead to see nascent versions of a pipe-smoking Yoda, young Luke Skywalker, and more.
Kind of, anyway. During a Reddit AMA, Flynn was asked about changes to the movie adaptation of Gone Girl, and her answer was necessarily vague, but promising: "Those reports have been greatly exaggerated!" (Presumably she is referencing the rumors of a new twist at the end.) Flynn went on: "Of course, the script has to be different from the book in some ways — you have to find a way to externalize all those internal thoughts and you have to do more with less room and you just don't have room for everything. But the mood, tone and spirit of the book are very much intact." Notice that she didn't say "ending."
Strangely, what I thought about first was the parrot:
a royal Paramaribo parrot, who knew only the blasphemies of sailors but said them in a voice so human that he was well worth the extravagant price of twelve centavos.
Purchased extravagantly, educated extravagantly, the bird came to know not only nautical profanity but also French (“like an academician”), Latin, the Gospel according to Matthew, Liberal Party slogans, how to bark like a mastiff when being burgled, and how to refer to itself: as—officiously, proudly, possibly snidely—“Royal Parrot.” And yet, despite this lavish education, the ungrateful creature escapes its home, alights in the branches of a nearby mango tree, and thereby causes the death, by parrot, ladder, senescence, and gravity, of Dr. Juvenal Urbino, in the opening chapter of Gabriel García Márquez’s Love in the Time of Cholera.
Gabriel García Márquez, the Colombian novelist and Nobel Prize winner, died Thursday in Mexico City, his publisher confirms. A forefather of magical realism, García Márquez was best known for his seminal 1967 novel One Hundred Years of Solitude, which sold over 20 million copies and inspired countless undergraduate semesters abroad. García Márquez was diagnosed with lymphatic cancer in 1999, and spent most of his later years writing memoirs; his Random House editor told the New York Times that García Márquez was working on a novel at the time of his death but seemed “disinclined” to publish it. ("He told me, ‘This far along I don’t need to publish more.’”) García Márquez was 87.
Douglas Coupland built a reputation as an author-futurist nonpareil with his first novel, Generation X: occasionally glib or fuzzy but often prescient, never dull, and certainly never idle. Today the former art student spends more time on visual work, including large public projects all over Canada and his own line of furniture. Currently preparing for his first big solo survey in his native Vancouver — where he lives in wooded mid-century splendor with his architect partner and acres of Pop Art — Coupland also happens to have a novel out. Worst. Person. Ever. follows the bizarre exploits of a nasty cameraman named Raymond Gunt. Sent to Kiribati to film an awful reality show, this evil amalgam of Larry David and Mr. Bean endures misfortunes hilarious, disgusting, and well-deserved. Coupland spoke by phone about that, the “torture” of interviews, and much more with Boris Kachka.
Donna Tartt’s much anticipated and then much acclaimed novel The Goldfinch has won the 2014 Pulitzer Prize for fiction. Annie Baker's The Flick won the drama prize, Alan Taylor's The Internal Enemy: Slavery and War in Virginia, 1772-1832 won the history prize, Megan Marshall's Margaret Fuller: A New American Life won the biography/autobiography prize, Vijay Seshadr's 3 Sections won the poetry prize, Don Fagin's Toms River: A Story of Science and Salvation won the general nonfiction prize, and John Luther Adams's Become Ocean the music prize.
Rob Lowe’s second memoir, Love Life, is more notable for what isn’t there than what is. For instance, there’s no mention in the just-published book of the infamous sex tape he filmed with an underage teen, the nanny lawsuits, or if he ever got anything in return for sending a nude photo of himself wrapped in a toy snake to Andy Warhol. What Rob Lowe, now 50, does want you to know, however, is that he’s older and wiser and loves his family — especially his wife, Sheryl — very, very much. At times, he seems a little bit like his character Chris Traeger from Parks and Recreation: buoyantly optimistic with a belief that hard work and dedication are the ultimate determinants for success. Still, there are plenty of anecdotes from the 259-page memoir that Lowe fans will enjoy, including why he turned down Grey's Anatomy and behind-the-scenes tales from the set of the short-lived Lyons Den.
In her 1980 book A View From a Broad (re-released last week), Bette Midler wrote what she hoped would be the last word on playing the Continental Baths, the infamous gay bathhouse where she got her New York beginnings: "I did not perform in the middle of a steam room, but in the poolside cafe next to the steam room ... And by the way, I never laid my eyes on a single penis, even though I was looking really hard." That being said, then, the Divine Miss M has a lot more to say about the less-explored early parts of her career, which she shared with Vulture during a recent conversation.
For the latest edition of "Life in Pictures," photographer Tim Hailand followed 76-year-old romance novelist Jackie Collins for seven hours in Beverly Hills (during which she wore four different blazers). Click through the gallery ahead for a day filled with drugstore splurges, gossipy lunches, and shirtless men.
It's called The Buried Giant, and plot details are scarce (it's "something of a departure," says Knopf — illuminating). But anyway, Kazuo Ishiguro's first novel since 2005's Never Let Me Go will be published in spring 2015. Don't forget how to read before then.
To mark the 40th anniversary of Carrie, Stephen King's first novel, published on April 5, 1974, Vulture is re-running our comprehensive ranking.
This week, Stephen King releases his latest novel, Doctor Sleep, the sequel to his third novel, The Shining. It is his 64th book, if you count novels, nonfiction, and short-story collections, and we are using its publication as an excuse to look back over nearly 40 years' worth of his work and make the tough, ruthless calls to rank them all — no cop-out ties allowed. Read on to see our choices, and then weigh in with your own rankings below.
According to the New York Times, Bryan Cranston will be penning a memoir about his time on Breaking Bad. In his words: "[I'll] tell the stories of my life and reveal the secrets and lies that I lived with for six years shooting Breaking Bad." The book will be published by Simon & Schuster imprint Scribner and released in the fall of next year. Just make sure you inscribe the copy you give to friends and family with: "To my other favorite W.W. It's an honour working with you. Fondly G.B."
Max Brooks is best known for writing World War Z, a fictional oral history of a zombie outbreak that sets itself apart from other undead lit via its detailed imagining of what geopolitics and military strategy might actually look like if a hellish plague of lurching, man-eating monsters overtook Earth. Brooks’s ability to mix the incredible and the plausible is on display again in his latest project, The Harlem Hellfighters, a research-driven graphic novel (illustrated by Canaan White) about the remarkable 369th Infantry Regiment, an all-black unit of the New York National Guard that saw heavy action in France during World War I. Brooks spoke with Vulture about the Hellfighters, the inspiring words of LeVar Burton, and what might have motivated thousands of black men to volunteer to fight for the ideal of democracy at a time that their own allegedly democratic country gave them barely any rights at all.
Honestly, it is sort of surprising that it took this long? But yes, last year's most beloved YA book — about a romance between 16-year-olds who don't really fit in (and therefore really love the Smiths) — will be made into a movie. Rainbow Rowell, the author, will write the screenplay herself; Dreamworks hopes to start filming in 2015, which gives you plenty of time to start reading. Two years, basically. You can do it!
The Grand Budapest Hotel doesn't actually take place in Budapest; rather, it's set in Zubrowka, a fictional European country dreamed up by Wes Anderson. If you'd like to know more about the setting, as well as the bygone era between the wars when the film takes place, you're in luck: Anderson's team has put together a new vignette, exclusive to Vulture, that conscripts The Grand Budapest Hotel's Tom Wilkinson for a lecture on Zubrowka and progress that culminates with a very necessary lyric sheet for Zubrowka's national anthem ("The spirit of Zubrowka will not be abated/Your glory and grandeur will forever be stated!"). It's all in support of The Society of the Crossed Keys, a brand-new book of Anderson-selected writings from the Austrian author Stefan Zweig, whose life and work inspired The Grand Budapest Hotel. Study up: This will all be on the next test.
In 1993, Pulitzer Prize winning journalist Ron Suskind moved to Washington, DC with his wife Cornelia and sons Walter, 5, and Owen, 2, to embark on his career as a national-affairs reporter for The Wall Street Journal. Soon after the move, Owen stopped speaking. Distant and agitated — he would soon be diagnosed with regressive autism — Owen sought comfort in Disney movie classics. The Suskinds would come to embrace this focus as his special affinity and Ron would eventually write about it in his new book Life, Animated (out this week), a departure from the works on presidents and power for which Suskind is well-known. Vulture spoke to him about the process.
In the late spring of 1983, when John Updike’s reputation as a writer had reached a pinnacle with Rabbit Is Rich (which won all three major book awards and earned him a second Time cover), a journalist named William Ecenbarger pitched an idea to the editor of the Philadelphia Inquirer Sunday magazine. The reporter wanted to write about the relationship between Updike’s fiction and the geography of Berks County, Pennsylvania—what Updike called, with possessive emphasis, “my home turf.” Ecenbarger planned to visit the city of Reading, where Updike was born; Shillington, the small town on the outskirts of Reading where he lived until he was 13; and Plowville, 11 miles into the countryside, where he languished in frustrated rural isolation until he left for college. From these three places Updike had drawn the material that launched his career: Plowville became Firetown, and Reading became Alton (or Brewer in the Rabbit tetralogy), and beloved, small-town Shillington was reborn as Olinger, with a long O and a hard g, as in “Oh, linger.”
Given a green light by his editor, Ecenbarger dutifully sent an interview request to Updike’s publisher. No reply was forthcoming, but then Ecenbarger hadn’t expected one. Thanks to a series of uncompromising pronouncements on the subject—“I really think being interviewed a great waste of time and energy, with results that generally leave you feeling embarrassed, or at least that you should clean your fingernails,” he later said—Updike had gained an unwarranted reputation for being media-shy. Undaunted, Ecenbarger drove down to Shillington to have a poke around and do some research in the town’s public library. No sooner had he begun quizzing the reference librarian about the famous local author than he felt an insistent tug at his sleeve. An elderly lady was at his elbow, peering at him through large tortoiseshell glasses. “I know all about him,” she said simply. “He’s my son.”
Perhaps you have noticed that YA movies, like those in any other genre, have certain shared similarities. Perhaps you have made yourself an expert in these tropes. You can tell the one with the sorting hat from the one with the sorting ceremony; you know which werewolf is up to no good and which can be trusted. But can you tell them all apart? Prove it, with Vulture's extremely angsty but ultimately rewarding YA story quiz! For each question, please click as many as apply.