Pacific Standard March-April 2013 Cover

Overwritten, Maybe, But Less Overwrought

American lit in the 20th century wasn't exactly known for its cheer.

There’s a widespread perception that we’ve gotten more touchy-feely over the past couple of generations—increasingly willing to express our emotions. If so, it’s not reflected in our writing. A new study finds that, in a large dataset of English-language books, the use of terms expressing six basic emotions steadily decreased over the course of the 20th century. “We believe the changes (in word usage) do reflect changes in culture,” writes the research team, led by anthropologist Alberto Acerbi of the University of Bristol. Writing in the online journal PLOS One, they ... Read More

Why Writers Run

New Yorker editor Nicholas Thompson and staff writer Malcolm Gladwell have been bantering about running and the Olympics. In their—so far—four part series they talk about everything from doping to bar fights to Toni Kukoc (trust me, it all makes sense in context). For me, the best part has been learning that Thompson is a 2:40 marathoner, Gladwell is a former cross country runner, and Peter Hessler, another New Yorker staff writer, has a 2:38 marathon PR. Running writers are not that uncommon it seems. (Of course there are some fabulous exceptions: try and picture Hemingway going ... Read More

In Memoirs We Trust

This past Sunday, the wildly popular memoirist Frank McCourt died. The popularity of McCourt's most famous book, Angela's Ashes, is based on a combination of strong writing and close-to-the-bone honesty, written in the memoir genre that Americans love to read. Publishers dole out high advances and readers eat up memoirs by such public figures as Bill and Hillary Clinton, and Barack Obama. Dick Cheney recently joined this group when Simon & Schuster reached a $2 million deal with the former vice president to write his life story. But a memoirist like McCourt falls into a different ... Read More

The Nobel and Literature’s Third Rail

Horace Engdahl, permanent secretary of the Swedish Academy that awards the Nobel Prize in literature, startled American readers, authors and prize hopefuls a few weeks ago when he labeled the U.S. “too isolated, too insular.” We don’t translate enough foreign writers, he said; we don’t participate in the meaningful global dialogue in literature; and our authors are too sensitive to the plot lines of American mass culture. “That ignorance,” he concluded, “is restraining.” His critique, though, seemed to go beyond discussion of, say, Philip Roth’s Nobel worthiness to a ... Read More