November 15, 2010
With a new title appearing practically every quarter, where should a Bolañophile turn first?
October 20, 2010
by J.T. Price
In which the author, now that the entire series has been published, addresses The New Yorker’s “20 under 40,” by refining it down to an even thinner and more rarified number. Is this possible, the reader may ask—or prudent?
October 4, 2010
On the eve of the Frankfurt Book Fair, it’s striking evidence of a literary trade imbalance that so many American books should be prominent in German buchhandlungs when so few German writers are available in English at all.
September 7, 2010
Yes, Chuck Norris is a novelist. Life has lost all sense and meaning.
August 20, 2010
by Edan Lepucki
Charlotte and Emily Brontё were deeply weird, and they (or, okay, their protagonists) were into some deeply weird men.
August 16, 2010
A look at Time‘s 83 literary coverboys and -girls reveals a waffling between reaching out and selling out that, today, we’d describe as Franzean.
July 27, 2010
by Sonya Chung
It’s tempting to imagine a linear spectrum of ending “types,” with tied-up-in-a-bow on one end, chopped-off-with-a-blunt-ax on the other. But really, there are so many different kinds of literary endings. What constitutes “satisfying” for different readers?
July 9, 2010
by Doug Bruns
If I were an addict, I would get high and while high, presumably, worry about where I was to get my next fix. Reading is not all that different, I think. As a reader, I am always looking over the binding thinking about the next read, in some instances, longing for it. Some books, like some highs, are better than others. But even with not-so-good books, I will come back to the drug, seeking the next high.
July 8, 2010
It’s summertime, and The Passage is everywhere. I haven’t read it yet, but I’ve been told that it concerns a post-apocalyptic world. Here, for your consideration and summer reading enjoyment, is a brief selection of my favorite fictional apocalypses.
July 6, 2010
Dozens of books that you’ll want to be reading for the rest of the year and into the next. Dig in!