Some literary news from The Rumpus and others. Authors are using their creative work in new ways:
David Mitchell’s latest work will not be read for another one hundred years. He recently handed over the manuscript, called From Me Flows What You Call Time, to the Future Library in Oslo, Norway. He is the second author to contribute the project, the first being Margaret Atwood. Each year from now until 2114, one author will be asked to hand in a manuscript that they have shown to no one; eventually the one hundred manuscripts will be printed on paper made from 1,000 trees planted in 2014
This seems unfair to those of us who'd like to read their work now, but I guess the deeper significance is existential.