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It’s the now-standard HuffPo methodology: solicit unpaid writers to pad out their meager content, strip-mined from tabloids and gossip sites.

Sure, you spend a few months resting on your laurels. You go to Stockholm, you collect your prize, you give your speech, but then what?

Remembering the National Book Award nominee.

Trying to make a living as a book reviewer, the $200 spare-parts book scanner, TriQuarterly’s future, behind the scenes at the Nobel Foundation, and more.

Without warning, a hobbled old Afghan man comes around the corner, surprising the soldier guarding the door. The soldier yells, “Stop!” The old man inches forward on his cane.

The best way to bolster literature in translation is to buy some, and maybe you’ll get a jump on next year’s Nobel Prize winner.

He has the surname that suggests
a contested kinship: Jefferson—