Stieg Larsson is dead, but his character Lisbeth Salander is not. Larsson’s family negotiated with the publisher to choose someone to carry on the book franchise, and together they chose David Lagercrantz, who’s previously co-written a memoir by a soccer star. The new novel will “obviously build on the previous book,” the publisher has said, but it isn’t connected to the unfinished manuscript that Larsson left when he died. That Which Does Not Kill will be out in August in thirty-five countries.
The new Chipotle cups will feature the work of Aziz Ansari, Julia Alvarez, Walter Isaacson, Barbara Kingsolver, Paul Coelho, and Augusten Burroughs, a lineup that could only have been assembled by the generous mastermind who originally conceived of this service to humanity: Jonathan Safran Foer. If you just can’t wait till you get to Chipotle to read your next Chipotle-cup story, Vanity Fair has kindly published them in their entirety.
After fifteen years of blogging, Andrew Sullivan is giving it up. He’s been doing it long enough, he says—“There comes a time when you have to move on to new things, shake your world up, or recognize before you crash that burn-out does happen”—and he wants to do some other things instead: “I’m a human being before I am a writer; and a writer before I am a blogger, and although it’s been a joy and a privilege to have helped pioneer a genuinely new form of writing, I yearn for other, older forms.”
The Internet is aflame after Jonathan Chait’s recent New York magazine piece on political correctness. At Vox, Amanda Taub says that political correctness “doesn’t exist,” at least not as any sort of creed: It’s a “catch-all term we apply to people who ask for more sensitivity to a particular cause than we’re willing to give — a way to dismiss issues as frivolous in order to justify ignoring them.” The Atlantic’s Megan Garber says that what Chait calls “p.c. culture” should be thought of as “empathy culture,” and “doesn’t impede progress.” At Gawker, Alex Pareene argues that Chait “is used to writing off left-wing critics and reserving his real writerly firepower for (frequently deserving) right-wingers. That was, for years, how things worked at the center-left opinion journalism shops.” Now, however, “the destruction of the magazine industry and the growth of the open-forum internet have amplified formerly marginal voices. . . . writers of color can be just as condescending and dismissive of Chait as he always was toward the left. And he hates it.” At In These Times, David Sessions says that the problem with Chait’s article isn’t that he’s wrong about how social media works on the left—Sessions thinks he’s right—“the problem is that he has turned that critique into a sweeping, self-righteous parable about the philosophical superiority of his own brand of liberalism.” The comedian John Hodgman responded to Chait in a series of tweets. In a live interview with the Huffington Post, Chait says he isn’t too disturbed by everyone’s reaction; after all, he’s a “chill guy.”
n+1 has a series of articles about labor and publishing written by the current or former employees of a handful of magazines: Maxine Phillips on Dissent, Daniel Menaker on the New Yorker, Keith Gessen on n+1; and Gemma Sieff on Harper’s, where, as Sieff recounts, the editors tried unsuccessfully to unionize: “The staff was united behind literature, not the most concrete of common causes.”