An Unknown Man: The Memoirs of Marquis of Bradomin
Valle-Inclán penned politically pointed plays that were to Spain as Brecht’s were to Germany.
Valle-Inclán penned politically pointed plays that were to Spain as Brecht’s were to Germany.
Simenon was a relentless self-mythologizer, but a pitiless self-analyzer too.
In The Swerve, however, death is nothing, and people aren’t much either.
The only way to get to real cultural diversity is to tell stories in which the diversity is real.
It quickly became clear that he loved Sherlock Holmes and the entire Holmes canon as much as I did, though for different reasons.
Megan Abbott possesses one of the most lyrical voices in all of noir.
It blasts open new tunnels between the mind and The Other, tunnels not easily sealed by the censorious henchmen of fading paradigms.
Hefner’s sexual tastes — sunny blondes with big boobs, in the main — became an American archetype.
Peter Mountford’s compulsively readable first novel is a book about money, a bildungsroman in reverse.
Doyle captures perfectly a barfly’s manic account of events (both profound and mundane) in the life of Pete, his car, and his dog, Lester.
Hollinghurst’s objective is actually a wry, subversive critique of memorialization.
The Prop 8 trial is, in fact, one of the greatest stories of our time.
on Andrey Kurkov’s oddball Russian crime fiction.
the idea that the brain's hemispheres, though linked, worked independently has a long history.