This week I read two novels by Hari Kunzru, a modern magician of storytelling, though the tricks worked better in one of them for my tastes.
In times of stress, it’s good to return to nourishing comfort food, which for me means Jim Harrison’s prose.
While getting by in strange times, I read a book of short stories about how average Ukrainians got by before and after the fall of Communism.
Our minds are messy places. This novel takes you into the very nervous mind of an Ohio mother, housewife, and pie baker over the course of a thousand pages and mostly through one very long sentence.
A friend’s favorite book from last year, which describes a terrorist attack that either happened or did not happen, depending on which timeline we’re living through.
On a recommendation from a local poet, I have started reading the short stories of an American master of the form, and was greatly rewarded for the effort.
We have fooled ourselves into perceiving our technology as neutral, detached from our own biased and irrational ways.
The Balzac streak continues with a supernatural tale built on the fantastical conceit that our energies can be used to fulfill our desires or squandered and lost.
Here’s a book that takes cultural essay writing to a whole other level.
Life in the Comfort Zone
“The book was better” is not something I say very often, but it is no less true: books are a different medium and what works on the page my not work on the screen and vice versa.
On a posthumous novel by the great writer (and overwriter) from North Carolina.
On a recent book written for those who might wonder.
On Rebecca Solnit’s 2013 collection of interwoven, digressive, personal essays about the stories we tell to make our way through life with each other.
I recently read this trilogy by Chinese science fiction author Cixin Liu
About an extremely readable day book for 1922, a year in which culture changed absolutely.
On the most recent tour of Haruki Murakami’s imagination and an exploration of artistic creation itself.