The newest addition to Agatha Christie’s Hercule Poirot novels has been announced. Sophie Hannah has written The Monogram Murders, which will be released on September 9th. Hannah says that she had the idea for the plot for years, but it wasn’t until she was offered the chance to author a Hercule Poirot novel that she found the perfect setting. See the her talk about the book in the video below:

As a reaction to Putin’s anti-profanity in literature law, the good folks over at The Guardian have put together a list of great books that could not do without their bad language. Some examples: Irvine Welsh’s Trainspotting, How Late It Was, How Late, by James Kelman, Jenni Fagan’s The Panopticon, and even Chaucer’s The Miller’s Tale. My favorite book is Charlie Huston’s The Mystic Arts of Erasing All Signs of Death and that baby could definitely not exist without its copious amounts of cursing. What books do you love that Putin would put on his hit list for foul language?

Two writers have passed away. Farley Mowat, the Canadian environmentalist and author of Never Cry Wolf, has died at age 92. And Leslie Thomas, the British journalist and author of the comedic novel The Virgin Soldiers, has died at age 83. Both men were serious about their craft, but still had a flair for life. The Globe and Mail described Mowat as, “a public clown who hid his shyness behind flamboyant rum-swigging and kilt-flipping, and a passionate polemicist who blurred the lines between fiction and facts to dramatize his cause.” And The Guardian said that Thomas, “could extract on the printed page, on radio and television…good-natured humour from almost anything that life threw at him – including his own bleak orphaned childhood in a Barnardo’s home or his national service in Malaya at a time when terrorists attempted to murder as many British troops as possible.”

What if Walt Whitman vlogged? What does internet poetry mean? These are probably questions that you’ve never asked. But The New Yorker has the answer for you anyway: Steve Roggenbuck. Roggenbuck is a 26-year-old poet living in rural Maine who films himself spouting off poetry with a shaky hand-cam. Think of it as, The Blair Witch Poet. “I’m interested in marketing, but I’m mainly interested in marketing the moon. Do you love the light of the moon, sir? And if you don’t, can I convince you?”