Books
“Notebooks, English Virtuosi, and Early Modern Science” makes a profound claim about the need for cognitive restructuring in the face of information overload.
Polish writer Marek Hlasko sometimes writes like Hemingway, but without the premium the latter placed on honor and grace.
George Orwell strikes me as a man who was easy to love because he had a tenderness in him that runs like a stream throughout these letters and makes you feel, as you read, how much you would have liked to know him.
French writer Philippe Jaccottet’s ever-questioning poetic analyses of haunting ephemeral perceptions are carried on with such scruple and sincerity that, for his European peers, he has become the model of literary integrity.
As fiction, “Trieste” is almost entirely a dense tapestry of thinking, remembering, agonizing and raging.
Most everyone has heard the faux-scandalous name. What has not been heard enough is that Pussy Riot are the purest and most potent expression of the punk-rock ethos ever.
There is more than one way to tell the truth, “The Good Lord Bird” reminds us again and again, and many reasons to cloak it in humor.
When the septuagenarian protagonist of this novel finally gets out of her claustrophobic apartment, everything changes.
Claire Kilroy’s dark and fantastical comedy “The Devil I Know” nails the greed and rampaging ambition of the corrupt avatars of “the new Ireland” — developers, bankers, and government pooh-bahs.
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