“an author who has carved out her own territory and made the personal essay into a thing of beauty.”
“a marvelous companion to this series, with wonderful illustrations and an engaging backstory . . .”
“Hermann, your mommy was arrested on September 25, 1944. Leni and I knew why, it was terrible. Your mother in the Gestapo hell. It was our wish to have you.
“I’d intended to provoke; what I got instead was sixty reviews in a vacuum.” Jonathan Franzen said this after penning a little-known manifesto, before he published The Corrections, spurned
If you have an interest in writing and haven’t gone the route of a Master of Fine Arts, read this book.
Happy Anyway is a collection of short essays by current and past denizens of Flint, Michigan—the hometown of General Motors.
Neil Gaiman established himself long ago as sort of a literary jack of all trades.
Why does Star Wars speak to billions? Studio heads hated it. The actors thought it ridiculous. George Lucas feared catastrophe.
There was a time, and it was not so very long ago, when because we had read the texts of modern philosophy that had suddenly appeared in print, we contemplated Buddhism while we tuned the engines o
In May 1944, at the age of 77, Laura Ingalls Wilder received a letter from a schoolteacher in Cleveland, Ohio.
Editor Meredith Maran’s latest book, which follows her previous collection, Why We Write, gathers together the thoughts of Twenty Memoirists on Why They Expose Themselves (and Others)
Aging and death are inevitable, but it doesn’t mean one must accept it gracefully.
On Cats is a posthumous collection of Charles Bukowski’s poetry about cats compiled by former Fulbright Scholar Abel Debritto, who is also editor of the Bukowski collection On Writing
A good essay written by Christopher Hitchens will rattle your teeth.
In “Mercury,” the first of four all-too-brief essays that together comprise the final thin volume of his writings, entitled Gratitude, Oliver Sacks writes of his patients “in their ninetie
“She can write like no one else.”
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,
Is there a writer who has not aspired to contribute to The New Yorker? Merely even one piece? That would be a prize.
Common wisdom has it, I think, that, word for word, quip by quip, writer/producer/actress Tina Fey is our leading candidate for modern-age version of Dorothy Parker.
Cultures around the world celebrate the concept of living to achieve a good death. A writer can have a life that makes for as engrossing a story as any tale he or she could invent.
“A rewarding collection whether read straight through or sampling here and there.”
The indisputable observation that can be made after reading Amy Odell’s supposedly truthful parody is that this is the fashion business in the age of the Internet as seen by a millennial.
Libraries, books, writing, and writers as subjects are fascinating, even collectively.
“This is a thoughtful, thought-provoking little book that is well worth your attention.”
If you are an appreciative reader of Adam Kirschs’ articles and reviews in The New Yorker, The New York Review of Books, The Times Literary Supplement, and elsewhere you