Yet the pre-Internet novelists had an advantage over their successors in terms of textual output. Their supplementary writing — the journals and, in particular, the letters — complemented the novels and short stories in a way tweets and posts and even e-mails don’t.
James Meek, author of The Heart Broke In (Oct 2012), on “Tolstoy’s Tweets” (The New York Times)
Before my son, Lev’s, 6th birthday, we asked him if he’d like us to do anything special. He gave me and my wife a slightly suspicious look and asked why we had to do something special. I told him that we didn’t have to, but that people usually do special things on their birthdays because it’s a special day. If there was something Lev would like, I explained, like decorating the house, baking a cake or taking a trip somewhere we don’t usually go, his mother and I would be glad to oblige. And if not, we could just spend the day as usual. It was up to him. Lev stared at me intently for a few seconds and said, ‘I want you to do something special with your face.’
From “A Mustache for My Son" by Etgar Keret, in The New York Times