Aimee Bender is nothing if not a master of alluring premises. She’s made a name for herself as a virtuoso of “magical realism,” but this distinction doesn’t quite capture her…
The last book I loved has a character with the same name as me. In Tom Franklin’s Smonk, a section titled “The Tale of Snowden Wright” describes its titular character, a…
While reading The Children’s Hospital I could not sleep. When I did, the sleep was strange, extra-charged, heavy. After I finished, I started telling everyone to read it. I did…
The title of this book, Tender at the Bone, is quite brilliant. As the chef’s description of a roast that is perfectly cooked, it gets to the junction of a memoir…
A few years back, when I was deciding between graduate school in history or anthropology, a tenured professor at one of the top-ranked anthropology programs explained to me over coffee…
Russian journalist and novelist, Vasily Grossman, is the most humanist of writers. I found my way to him through his brilliant epic of WWII, Life and Fate. I didn’t want…
There are too many good writers for me to keep track of so, mostly for the sake of convenience, I categorize them: Koontz writes thrillers, Franzen does literature, King fills…
The History of Love, by Nicole Krauss, is a book within a book within a book. Like a matryoshka doll set, when you think you discover what the book is…
Andrew Holleran’s Grief is a beautifully written book that fulfills what one liner note promises, perhaps delivering the fictional version of what Joan Didion before him did in her non-fiction Year of…