LitHub Daily: October 1, 2015

• Sloane Crosley on battling novel dysmorphia, realizing her 700-page first novel was not so big after all. | Literary Hub
• A conversation with Jonathan Franzen, who just wants everyone to have a good time. | Literary Hub
• Unlike a lot of unfortunate recent conceptual work, Robin Coste Lewis’s Voyage of the Sable Venus is an actual poetic interrogation of racism and misogyny. | Public Books
• In which Hemingway’s love triangle sounds exactly like you thought it would: “Hadley submissive, willing, a follower. Pauline explosive, wildly demonstrative, in charge, mounts me.” | Smithsonian Magazine
• “Who knows, maybe death sounds like this.” New fiction from Scott Cheshire. | Catapult
• In case a tsunami of think pieces has attempted to convince you otherwise, books by queer authors and authors of color remain disproportionately banned. | Flavorwire
• Hope for the punctuation impaired: you can count Wordsworth among those confounded by commas. | The Guardian
• Doomsday prophets, dustbowls, and DIY half-pipes: on Claire Vaye Watkins’s Gold Fame Citrus. | NPR
• “Self-deception and pretense and lies plague every art form.” An interview with Mary Karr. | The Rumpus
• Revisiting William Delisle Hay’s The Doom of the Great City, a Victorian horror story and the spiritual prequel to “An Inconvenient Truth.” | Public Domain Review

Also on Literary Hub:

Our new literary nightlife correspondent, Lauren Cerand, tells us what she saw at the Archipelago Gala · Introducing The Writer’s Shelfie: judging Porochista Khakpour by the books she keeps close · The life and times of Alfred A. Knopf: gentleman publisher, shrewd businessman, lover of fine clothes · Occult Fever and Madame Ouija in the age of Houdini