While waiting to be cut from Terrence Malick’s untitled movie about the Live Music (And Fucking And Back-Stabbing, Apparently) Capital of the World, Michael Fassbender has been brushing up on his American literature. Thanks to the forthcoming Max Perkins: Editor Of Genius, Fassbender will be among the many men of letters who can explain the difference between Thomas Wolfe and Tom Wolfe, the latter being the dandy of the New Journalism movement who’s never been played by the android from Prometheus. Based on the biography of the same name by A. Scott Berg, the film casts Fassbender opposite Colin Firth as legendary literary agent and editor Maxwell Perkins, whose clients included F. Scott Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway—and not the Tom Wolfe who wears that white suit everywhere and is responsible for The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test and Bonfire Of The Vanities. And now that Fassbender’s world-famous penis is attached to the verbose author of Look Homeward, Angel, we’ll never have to make that distinction again.