In its 10th year, Brazil's biggest literary festival, held in Paraty on the coast, attracted 25,000 visitors, nearly as many people as live in the picturesque colonial town. They came for the celebrity authors and films, sure, but mostly for an intimacy with books.
Walter and Patty Berglund have problems, big problems. He’s frustrated. She’s depressed. Their son, a high-school junior, has just moved in with the trashy couple next door. (He’s sleeping with their daughter.)
Jonathan Franzen’s “The Corrections” was too big to lug around to the New York Public Library’s gala last night. So Ian McEwan’s slim “On Chesil Beach” stayed hidden under a reporter’s notepad until McEwan himself was spotted.
Rowan Somerville won the Bad Sex in Fiction Award , the U.K.’s “most dreaded literary prize,” for a scene in which a nipple is likened to the upturned “nose of the loveliest nocturnal animal, sniffing in the night.”