Reinvented auto-fiction from Heti and Cusk, gripping essays, wild tales of Russia and opioids, and final stories from the late master Denis Johnson.
Two recent novels, Ohio and Waiting for Eden, try to keep pace with our state of permanent crisis.
In a special, forward-looking seasonal edition of Lit Parade.
The Last Samurai is a masterpiece. It’s an accident of recent history that it’s taken the culture some time to realize it.
The author died this weekend at 85.
It is also one of the best war novels written in a generation.
Putin, as bad as he is, is well within the mainstream of Russian politics. Whereas Trump is a radical fringe figure.
The novelist is ferociously untame, paying little heed to the boundaries of realism and even less to those of class.
An unsummarizable interview with the inimitable investigative journalist and raconteur of the American national security state.
Voice and style — can they be separated? The auteurs of autofiction are all stylists and tension between style and voice is why we’ve flocked to them.
The question is just as interesting posed the opposite way.
We remember the slab of liver and the sex, but Roth probably contemplated death more than any writer after Tolstoy.
Now Wolfe is dead and one wonders what color suit he’ll be buried in, because cremation wouldn’t do.
And what’s more important, the auto or the fiction?
The Sparsholt Affair, Asymmetry, Motherhood, and more.
It’s fair to want more from a novel than the sensation of nodding your head in agreement.
The ultimate guide to experiencing the high.
Across these portraits it’s possible to trace currents in American literary history as it unfolded between World War I and now.
The way life opens up to one character in a way that it never could for his father is the novel’s real subject.
For a long time, he was the only Albanian writer you could get a hold of in English