LitHub Daily: July 17, 2015

• “Her publisher deemed the content too risqué and too explicit, even for relatively enlightened French readers.” The greatest feminist writer you’ve never heard of, Violette Leduc. | Literary Hub
• We have replaced/the words/that were in/your poem//and which/you were probably/hoping/wouldn’t change//Forgive us/they were iconic/so likable/and so retweeted | New York Magazine
• “One is left with the sense of a wake of aliterary vultures hovering around a helpless stroke victim, counting the Amazon preorders by the millions.” Should Go Set a Watchman have ever seen the light of day? | Vulture
• A hypertext tribute to James Tate, who died last week, containing reflections from fellow poets, former students, and friends. | Electric Literature
• On the multi-faceted book cover, simultaneously a skin, protector, metaphor, and visual translation. | Public Books
• The pleasures of reading about food, which, still, no one wants to see your photographs of. | The New Yorker
• Sexual sock darning, peripheral men, and relationships at the margins: discovering the writing of Barbara Pym. | Los Angeles Review of Books
• “BLUSHING I FIND NOTHING I WISH CHANGED.” In which Ross Macdonald slides into Eudora Welty’s DMs. | Biographile
• How to critique members of an insular, miniscule lit scene: Irish authors and critics discuss writing and handling book reviews. | The Irish Times

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