January 9, 2014
Love will bring a man to his knees. What ultimately draws me to Dubus is a fear of myself. It is a fear that has no justification in my history: I have managed to avoid violence, certainly any coming from my own hands. But Dubus’s fiction taps into the preternatural worry that we can turn, in a moment, from a person we have prayed to become to something sharp and wrong. To read Dubus is to be possessed by art.
January 8, 2014
by Adam Dalva
Theo, protagonist of The Goldfinch, is my exact age and grew up on the same block as me. He’s a 18th and 19th century British antique dealer; I’m a 18th and 19th century French antique dealer. Popchik, the charming Maltese in the book? Meet ZoZo, the charming Maltese I had from ages 13-27. Things started to get weird…
January 7, 2014
It is tempting to say that this was an episode when one of America’s greatest print forgers crossed paths with one of America’s greatest rare book thieves.
January 2, 2014
by Bill Morris
What these very different artists have in common is a hunger for that most writerly of staples, narrative.
January 2, 2014
by Ian Rogers
Readers will no doubt gain enjoyment from reading the leaked Three Stories manuscript, but they would do well to partially respect the author’s wishes by viewing its stories as experiments from an earlier time.
December 30, 2013
Writing a novel is like starting a small business and investing thousands of hours without knowing exactly what it is you’re going to end up selling. It’s a leap of faith every time, even for someone who is five novels into a career.
November 29, 2013
by P.S. Duffy
When I met him, he was sitting up in a hospital bed, his head and half his face encased in bandages. Young, handsome, unshaven, he looked like a veteran of a long-ago foreign war. He gesticulated frantically, wild with focused desire, his exposed eye imploring and bloodshot. I was as desperate to understand as he was to explain.
November 26, 2013
All lazy book reviews are essentially the same: they reflect a reviewer’s inability, or perhaps refusal, to fully engage with the writer’s project on the book’s own terms. Lazier still is to not discuss the book but instead the author, to review not the project, but the reputation.
November 25, 2013
by Chris Abani
I am not sure if my mother is crying from the beating, from loving him, or because of the broken oven that had survived a civil war but is now not likely to be replaced, and which, although we can’t know that yet, would never bake right again.
November 22, 2013
Even if I managed to keep my mental concentration long enough to maintain one section of this library-of-the-mind, the idea of trying to juggle multiple sections ended up being too much, and I was forced to give up the whole project, having only completed one of Borges’s hexagons.