‘What would it be like to be the guy who punched Harry Houdini in the stomach?…Unless you believe the conspiracy theories, it was probably just some guy who thought it would be a funny, dumb-ass thing to do.’ Steven Galloway talks to the Globe and Mail about his new novel, The Confabulist.

By way of decorating a baby shower with the second edition of ‘Staff Patient Communication’ because it is the right shade of pink, we here enter the realm of the truly objectified book, a world that has everything to do with extraordinary abundance and zero to do with content. Printed books are ‘sexy’ now, apparently.

The novel-is-dead article is dead, and it’s time for all of us to go home, now.