(McSweeney's Books published Eggers' 2002 novel You Shall Know Our Velocity and his 2004 story collection How We Are Hungry.) Eggers also founded 826 Valencia, a tutoring program for kids in San Francisco that is expanding nationwide. (One issue included a section of stories each written in 20 minutes.) It and offshoot McSweeney's Books are also devoted to giving writers more control over their work and, ideally, profits than do big publishers.
It became known for publishing famous and unknown writers who combine earnestness about art with an erudite playfulness. The roots of the Eggers universe are in McSweeney's, the literary magazine he founded in 1998. But Eggers' influence stems less from his original voice than from parlaying his success into a combination of indie publishing empire, literary circle and social-works project. His 2000 memoir, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, was as comic and rollicking as a deeply felt story of losing both parents at a young age can be. Dave Eggers, 35, started a movement instead. The digested read.Many writers, having written a first best seller, might see it as a nice way to start a career. Which was a great deal longer than this book.
"No, but I got back in time for the wedding." And I carried on living for another two months. "We didn't get very far round the world did we?" said Hand. We never made it to the Liv, so we buried some cash in the ground and left a treasure map behind, and threw the rest of it out the window on the way back to the airport. "Let's drive to Latvia and give some money to the Liv people," I suggested. We arrived in Tallinn and everyone had mobile phones. "Poor Jack, I miss Jack, he was the best, Jack." We managed to tape some money to some goats, but we were relieved to find ourselves at Heathrow for a stopover. It was hard to find anyone worth giving the money to, as no one seemed to like us much. I changed my money into travellers' checks and went to the airport. Poor Jack, I miss Jack, he was the best, Jack." All this idiot savant stream of consciousness stuff loosely tied to a postmodern narrative." "You're beginning to worry me, Will," said Hand. "Why don't we fly round the world in a week and give the cash away to those that need it? We could go to Greenland and Mongolia and places." Money for having my image used in an advert. I'd been feeling bad about having so much money. It had been hard understanding Jack's death. We were both lost, had a week to kill before I was due down in Mexico for a wedding. "I guess it's the sort of name you tend to find in modern American fiction.
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