“The body is a curious monster, no place to live in, how could anyone feel at home there? Is it possible I can ever accustom myself to this place?”
Whatever might be dark about these stories may also be — since they’re reliably witty and frequently very funny — a welcome distraction and relief from current events.
What makes this book so necessary is that these are writers willing to state realities that members of both parties prefer to keep under the rug.
George V. Higgins created a style that was at first revelatory, then degenerated into a tic at the end of his career.
Wherever Robert Hass is, the poet drinks in (and reports to us) the details of place and human activity.
Perhaps the book’s most impressive accomplishment is to make a kind of systematic case for Leonard Bernstein’s larger compositional output.
From the first page of Martha Ackmann’s new book on Emily Dickinson, you know you’re reading something entirely different.
There’s a funny, parabolic quality to the emotional weather in Weather — amidst all the unsettling harbingers, the sensation of being in end times, there is still love.
Carolynn Kingyens’s debut book of poems, Before the Big Bang Makes a Sound, reminds us of our everyday struggles.
Strange Hotel focuses on a woman’s life in middle age, suspended between the hollow satisfactions of memory and anxiety about the future.