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Tuesday, March 24, 2020

A Brief History Of Word Games, by Adrienne Raphel, Paris Review

When I began to research the history of crosswords for my recent book on the subject, I was sort of shocked to discover that they weren’t invented until 1913. The puzzle seemed so deeply ingrained in our lives that I figured it must have been around for centuries—I envisioned the empress Livia in the famous garden room in her villa, serenely filling in her cruciverborum each morning­­. But in reality, the crossword is a recent invention, born out of desperation. Editor Arthur Wynne at the New York World needed something to fill space in the Christmas edition of his paper’s FUN supplement, so he took advantage of new technology that could print blank grids cheaply and created a diamond-shaped set of boxes, with clues to fill in the blanks, smack in the center of FUN. Nearly overnight, the “Word-Cross Puzzle” went from a space-filling ploy to the most popular feature of the page.

Still, the crossword didn’t arise from nowhere. Ever since we’ve had language, we’ve played games with words. Crosswords are the Punnett square of two long-standing strands of word puzzles: word squares, which demand visual logic to understand the puzzle but aren’t necessarily using deliberate deception; and riddles, which use wordplay to misdirect the solver but don’t necessarily have any kind of graphic component to work through.

New York Is Alive (Literally) In N.K. Jemisin’s New Novel, by Amal El-Mohtar, New York Times

When I finally visited New York for the first time, I did the most unoriginal possible thing and fell in love with it. In the years since, the United States has become more hostile than hospitable to visitors, its borders the sites of vicious, almost gleeful cruelty. In the face of current events, “The City We Became” takes a broad-shouldered stand on the side of sanctuary, family and love. It’s a joyful shout, a reclamation and a call to arms.

Emily St. John Mandel’s ‘Station Eleven’ Was A Huge Hit. Now She’s Back With A Different Apocalypse., by Ron Charles, Washington Post

The 300 pages of “The Glass Hotel” work harder than most 600-page novels. When she turns to the art world, to a federal prison, to an international cargo ship, each realm rises out of the dark waters of her imagination with just as much substance as that hotel on the shore of Vancouver Island. The disappointment of leaving one story is immediately quelled by our fascination in the next.

Antidotes To Fear Of Death, by Rebecca Elson, The Guardian

Sometimes as an antidote
To fear of death,
I eat the stars.