Rodger Jacobs receives 2666 from a friend. He's also got a previously unpublished Kerouac-Burroughs ms., and the novel he told us all to read, Noir.
2666, the posthumous novel of the moment, an aggregation that I'm guessing jibes well with our piecemeal reading habits, is on my own to-do list as well.
Beyond Rodger, that guy over there in the bookchat blogroll, Leon Neyfakh of the New York Observer, is definitely worth following if you like to follow publishing. I've put a few new names over there, although it's hard to know at this point why the Publisher's Weekly blog is only occasionally filled with chat targeted almost exclusively to middle-aged-winsome when it comes. Let's not give up on it yet, though.
You know the recent history of the NYO, right? Young rich guy Jared Kushner got the property last year as part of a spectacular real estate transaction and subsequent shearing involving the company his father started. A weird lawsuit by what Kusher calls a "disgruntled employee" alleges that the money should have gone somewhere else.
The best journalism happens when someone who needs a distraction is writing the checks. The worst happens when someone who needs money is writing the checks.