George De Stefano

“Lovecraft began writing when he was a teenager, crafting racist and politically reactionary poems and essays.

Ever since the music called jazz emerged in the Black and Creole communities of early 20th century New Orleans (as most histories of the music contend), the vast majority of journalists, authors, a

“. . . brilliant writing and original and startling observations . . .”

“We—mainstream society—cannot afford to ignore their needs and potential contributions.”

“. . . personal, poignant, and beautifully written . . .”

“The Story of My Purity is a frustrating novel—entertaining enough . . . yet ultimately unconvincing.”

“Mr. Halperin’s answer: . . . the lessening of overt discrimination and exclusion has come at a price. Gays have become too like heterosexuals: conventional and boring.”

“. . . despite its failings, The Godfather Effect is generally engaging.

“All the elements that fans of the Inspector Montalbano series have come to expect are present in The Potter’s Field: a brutal crime that challenges Montalbano and his team, sharpl

“When he was only five years old, the Cuban-American writer Oscar Hijuelos lost the Spanish language, and with it his sense of himself as Cuban.

The inside cover flap of Life, the much-anticipated memoir by Keith Richards, carries a note, in Richards’ handwriting: “This is the Life.

On May 13, 2010, during the annual Mass at Fatima’s sanctuary in Portugal, Pope Benedict XVI delivered yet another of his orations on the evils of homosexuality, and the impermissibility of grantin

What if Franklin Delano Roosevelt, instead of winning a third term as president, had been defeated by the Republican candidate Charles Lindbergh, the celebrated aviator and “America First” isolatio

You might think there aren’t any more good stories left to be told about the sixties.

When they literally were “just kids,” Patti Smith, poet and rock star, and Robert Mapplethorpe, photographer and sexual provocateur, showed signs of the artists they would eventually become.

Not too many autobiographies begin with the author sliding down the birth canal.