The weekend comes, and nifty links come close behind.
This is neat: Someone made a short film out of Robert E. Howard’s poem “The Return of Sir Richard Grenville.”
Speaking of Howard, his collected poetry is now in its third printing, and the work of one of his favorite writers, Harold Lamb, is back in print.
Steven Hart appreciates the Robert Silverberg novel Dying Inside and wishes Peter Jackson would film it.
Jake Seliger writes intriguingly about The Magicians by Lev Grossman.
“Her lips were full, sultry or sulking, her expression unblinking; she seldom smiled. Yet the reeds held fond memories of her friend Hedges, her companion in slinky swimming until she, or he, was carried away in 1998 by the waters of the River Nene.” No, it’s not an Ursula Le Guin story; it’s one of the better obits of the year.
Happy birthday to Johann Wolfgang von Goethe! The old boy would have turned 260 today. In his honor, here’s someone reading his poem “Prometheus,” and here’s “Quid Plura?” favorite France Gall singing “Ein bisschen Goethe, ein bisschen Bonaparte.” (You know you want to.)
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