On Barney Rosset by Wynn Chamberlain
“Lady Chatterley’s Lover,” Author D.H. Lawrence. Case # 276F. 2d 433–Grove Press and Readers Subscriptions v. Robert Christenberry individually and as Postmaster of New York City: The case was argued on December 2, 1959, and decided March 29, 1960 at the Second Circuit Court of Appeals in Lower Manhattan. The hero of this story is Barney Rosset.
A Memory of Barney by John Calder
It was in the early fifties that Ken McCormick of Doubleday told me of a new publisher in New York who might be interested in the kind of publishing in which I was already engaged in London. I met Barney Rosset in his new office, and later in the early evening he phoned me to invite me to dinner. He then picked me up at the Gotham Hotel with his girlfriend, a pretty artist called Link, and we dined at the Coq d’Or nearby.
Tribute to Barney Rosset by Bradford Morrow
Barney Rosset changed my life. And because of his tenacity and courage, pushing against the philistines and censors, winning First Amendment rights victories in the middle of the last century, he changed the lives of countless others. What he accomplished with Grove Press and Evergreen Review broke ground for me both as a writer and editor, not to mention a reader.
Mourning the Loss of Barney Rosset
by Kenzaburō Ōe
Barney Rosset to me represents the literary world of the latter half of the 20th century. Two hefty books—the oldest of autographed books in my library—attest to this fact. The books are The Complete Justine, Philosophy in the Bedroom and Other Writings and The Olympia Reader: Selections from the Traveler’s Companion Series, both published by Grove Press, Inc. The autographs are Barney Rosset’s dated 1965.
Tribute to Barney Rosset by Ira Silverberg
Of all the publishing houses in the world, the one where I always wanted to work was Grove Press. When Andrew Wylie called me one day in 1985 and told me, “Barney is about to get some money, so get down there,” I did. I was 22. Barney knew me from my work the year before making arrangements for the 70th birthday of William Burroughs, who Grove first published in the 1960s.
Fiction: “Firefly” by Sarah T. Schwab
We tried standing up this time. I wedged my feet under Shane’s bed; my knuckles were white from clutching my bunk above. He stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my floating, bared breasts. In the back of our minds we knew our attempt to successfully copulate this way was futile: for every action there is an opposite and equal reaction. But we had to try. We all promised we would keep trying.
Killing Fields Justice by Christopher G. Moore
ECCC Court Complex. At 9.00 a.m., Monday, 21 November 2011 the beige curtains were slowly peeled back before an audience of roughly six hundred people. The moment was like something out of The Wizard of Oz: the expectation of what lies behind the levers of power inevitably results in disappointment. Three men in their eighties sat on the right side of the chambers. Each of the trio was charged with crimes against humanity, genocide, and violations of the Geneva Convention.
Review: Train to Pokipse by Rami Shamir
Drugs. Sex. A new Lost Generation—educated, indebted for this privilege, rendered alienated and isolated by the invasion of television in the home (“third parent TV” and “sister MTV”)—navigate Gay New York, gentrified neighborhoods, the final neighborhoods to delay gentrification, and ride the MTA. This is the story told in Train to Pokipse, Rami Shamir’s recent novel.
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