Books
Fouad Laroui’s striking collection of stories describes a world “where everything is foreign.”
Mikita Brottman gets raw, often very funny, and unexpected responses to the masterpieces she puts before her prisoners.
Reading the essays in this collection is like receiving a first-rate tutorial on the way we live now and how we got here.
These posthumous volumes provide ample proof that poet Philip Levine was far more than a proletariat troubadour.
Maybe finally we’re reaching the Natsume Sōseki moment in the English-speaking world.
A splendid, absorbing read in which you feel as if you’ve been dropped onto the set of a Mozart opera.
The Unknown Kerouac is good for the advancement of Kerouac scholarship, but the book hardly justifies, for the average reader, its price and size.
Carrie J. Preston refuses to characterize these cultural exchanges in moralistic or narrowly political terms.
The publication of de Baecque and Herpe’s wonderful biography needs to be followed in the USA by a complete Éric Rohmer retrospective.
A perspicacious, multifarious, and compelling fictional field report on how we get hitched or unhitched, coupled or uncoupled.
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