In praise of (very) small independent publishers
They punch above their weight, especially with religious books
They punch above their weight, especially with religious books
Celebrations of her novel Mrs. Dalloway should be more raucous than they are
It’s a time of nostalgia, of seeking that which is perpetually, unrecoverably lost
A rich and daring novel reminds us that memory must be given its due
The Palace Papers: Inside the House of Windsor — the Truth and the Turmoil by Tina Brown reviewed
Sinclair Lewis’s 1922 novel Babbitt is both a prophecy and a warning for America in the next century
The Facemaker by Lindsey Fitzharris reviewed
Friends Like These by Meg Rosoff reviewed
The Hurting Kind by Ada Limón and My Grief, The Sun by Sanna Wani reviewed
The Twilight World by Werner Herzog reviewed
The Last Days of Roger Federer by Geoff Dyer reviewed
Keats: A Brief Life in Nine Poems and One Epitaph by Lucasta Miller reviewed
The gender fiction gap isn’t as modern as we think
The left is more convinced it’s dangerous, which is a joke all its own
It’s a case study in what not to do
Interwar Oxford was less a world of dreaming spires and more one of constipated poets
A Spy in Plain Sight: The Inside Story of the FBI and Robert Hanssen, America’s Most Damaging Russian Spy by Lis Wiehl reviewed
Flint and Mirror by John Crowley reviewed
Paradais by Fernanda Melchor reviewed
Everybody Thought We Were Crazy by Mark Rozzo reviewed