Weekend rubble

I. From the Parkives, a review of Adam Rapp's The Year of Endless Sorrows, from Bookforum:

The unnamed young protagonist—a fledgling fictioneer with an entry-level job at a Viking-like publisher—fits White’s description of “a boy arriving from the Corn Belt with a manuscript in his suitcase and a pain in his heart,” except that he keeps his slowly growing manuscript in the empty freezer of his East Village walkup, and his main wound is the gnarly result of a hoops injury. Limping becomes “a kind of personal theatre,” and he tells anyone who asks that his book-in-progress is about “acute knee pain and the end of the world.” It’s a heartbreaking work of staggering.

II. The return of Ten Words?

III. Fred Astaire as Keith Moon in the Wodehouse adaptation Damsel in Distress (via Mr. Cairns)