Give praise to Marilynne Robinson’s Lila.
She went into the wilderness to confront the loss of her mother, and herself. Against all odds, the book she wrote about it was a huge success.
Governor Andrew Cuomo suggested his memoir. We say try these titles instead.
“An epic battle between good and evil.”
First she knew him as Greg. Then, sometimes, as Gloria.
His strange books shouldn’t work as beautifully as they do.
The Colombian author died Thursday at the age of 87.
A book that is both serious-minded and invites exclamation points into its margins.
George Eliot’s em-dash — plus, T.S. Eliot’s ellipses … (not to mention Vladimir Nabokov’s parentheses).
Rebecca Mead’s new book, My Life in Middlemarch, inspired me to revisit Eliot’s masterpiece.
The Flamethrowers, A Constellation of Vital Phenomena, and more.
Plus: Eight massive online troves of great reading material.
Our book critic “can think of no other writer so spare, so precise, so emotionally scrupulous.”
Once it stops being bad, how good is it?
What they can’t wait to read, see, and hear this season.
The best novel our book critic has read this year.
America’s awkward dance around race, through the eyes of a Nigerian novelist and her characters.
It’s about, among other things, history, mythology, ancient civilizations, linguistics, puzzles, code-breaking, Homer, Arthur Conan Doyle, and brainy female academics.
It is the only book I have read five times despite failing to derive almost any pleasure at all from the experience.
This sequel, of sorts, to Autobiography of Red is sadder than its predecessor, and stranger, too.