“‘Them’ remakes the naturalist tradition of novels for a society that seems … incapable of ending an addiction to racist violence.”
Freud taught that childhoods shape our adult selves with unresolved trauma. But this novel shows that childhood joy can shape adulthood, too.
One of the strangest, most devastating works of Holocaust literature is about games.
“Whitehead’s satire takes aim … at a capitalist system that senses the profits to be made from proclaiming that systemic racism is a thing of the past.”
If George Eliot was interested in religious coexistence, she was also interested in unbelief.
Few writers have been as beloved by readers and underrated by reviewers as Daphne du Maurier. What irked them?
How, Murakami asks, can community after the earthquake be structured around self-reflection rather than cruelty?
The famous guidebook of rules, motions, and meetings has a darker history than you might think.
How to catch a killer who only exists in a parallel world?
His characters—in 1919 Ireland, 1857 India, and 1940 Singapore—intuit that the world is about to collapse. But they can do nothing to save it.
Agatha Christie’s “At Bertram’s Hotel” allows us to have our nostalgic cake and read it too.
Novelist Jesmyn Ward is known for historical grandiosity, but her long-overlooked book “Sing, Unburied, Sing” turns away from realism into the realm of generic strangeness.
“Few libraries list it among their holdings, and sometimes I have wondered if the book in my possession actually exists.”
Annotations isn’t a book you read for the plot. It’s more of a “Notes toward...” that remains just that: always towards, never quite arriving.
South African literature has long struggled to become drought-resistant: its plotlines, and even its paper production, presuppose abundant water.
Environmental wisdom can arise from being a better reader.
Woolf’s spin on the genre of children’s fiction about animals is valuable because of its comedy, not despite it.
A 1980 novel brilliantly anatomizes the Australian settler-colonial roots of the late 20th century’s crass materialist complacency.
As in mythology, the characters in a 1984 Turkish novel are acted upon by forces distant and uncaring.
When freedom will not arrive to us, can we get nearer to it?