Gregory J. Wilkin

In his deft, swift but deeply thoughtful short novel The Noise of Time, Julian Barnes has turned to one of the most poignant, painful encounters between artist and unbridled governmental c

In the second and final installment of a recent extended back-and-forth (shouldn't it be "forth and back"?) between President Obama and Marilynne Robinson in The New York Review of Books,

A rich jazz-age family convenes at a Newport summer palace where an old widower intends to have a séance and get the approval of his dead wife for a new marriage only to learn that his handsome law

There’s a Terrance Hayes line that goes “A bandanna is a useful handkerchief, but a handkerchief is a useless-ass bandanna.” A golfer or three-point-shooter might say “Never over, never in.” An unc

“Bravo! May there be more of this kind of book!”

“To this latest book (a collection of good-sized pieces for The New York Review of Books and quite a few, well, bad-sized ones, little nuggets he wrote as speeches or trib

One test of the uniform quality of the work in Best Essays collections like this one is whether or not a writer who almost made the cut, listed in the back as “Notable,” would be likely to read wha

One might think an Aussie tennis player who would call himself a game changer in the title of his autobiography might be a "dinkum figjam," a self-consciously "tall poppy,” and "not much chop" as a

“That ability to deal with it—a staple in stories of charming North American nebbishes like Herbie Bookbinder, Augie March, and Duddy Kravitz—may be what endears us most to the perennially

“Taking care with these often careless writings is what this book best delivers.”