Jonas Hassen Khemiri does little in The Family Clause to put his own spin on the usual domestic showdown of repression versus dreams of liberation.
For each of these major, prize-honored writers — Siegfried Lenz and Walter Kempowski– birth = destiny = art.
This memoir offers an invaluable, broad look at intellectual Russia before and after the revolutions of 1917.
Ilan Stavans’ latest book is an engrossing potpourri of this thinker’s continuing thoughts about language, culture, and the self.
Thomas Clerc’s novel reminds us of a stubborn truth: we are all narcissists that live to accumulate shit in rooms.
Russian poet Gennady Aygi wrote as an outsider, an ethnic outlier as well as a free-verse stylist of his generation.
Evidently, plain-spoken language plus doubt and apprehension equate to novels that, once opened, are very hard to put down.
Iliazd is more interested in working through all the possible reasons that generate behavior rather than grappling with issues of morality.
Rapture is a worthwhile curio that grapples, entertainingly, with Modernism’s artistic, structural, and revolutionary quandaries.
A splendid, absorbing read in which you feel as if you’ve been dropped onto the set of a Mozart opera.