Round the literary horn

(I’ll be adding to this throughout the day as meetings pretty much wipe out my morning. So check back a little later on and there’ll be even more here…)

So let’s open with the fate of Waterstone’s, as one of the founders is getting rather pissy about the way the chain is going–too “downmarket,” he says, and now he’s thinking of buying everything back. This story, as others say, is DEVELOPING…

Sara Nelson will be taking over as editor-in-chief of Publisher’s Weekly, leaving behind her stint as publishing reporter for the NY Post. This should be very, very interesting…

Lynsey Calderwood suffered a severe brain injury at 14, wiping out earlier memories and forcing her to relearn basic skills. But she didn’t give up her dream of being a writer, and as the Scotsman learns, she’s completed a memoir about her condition.

Though I wonder when, if ever, the two books will be reviewed as separate entities, it’s always good to see  ink spilled about both Terry Teachout’s and Robert Gottlieb’s slim tomes about dance giant George Balanchine, this time provided by the New York Times daily edition.

The Dictionary of National Biography is going online–which means that their scathing opinions may now be available to a much broader audience, as the Guardian reports.

David Lazarus returns with his mystery column for the SF Chronicle, looking at the latest by Adrian McKinty (and falling into the first novel trap about DEAD I WELL MAY BE, alas) Neil McMahon and Michael Gruber.

Lucy Freeman, psychologist and crime novelist, has died at the age of 88. Jiro Kimura’s obit mentions how much he enjoyed attending her parties around Edgar time in the 1970s.

And finally, as long as we’re not jinxing this, welcome back, baby. Even if I have horrible visions of Arnold Horshack running around in my head now…