For Victor LaValle the supernatural is a means to heighten the horrors that have always inspired his work.
Like most books about the movement the biography is generally uncritical of its subject and skirts episodes that might discredit the cause.
The argument of The Wives is twofold: great writers have demanding habits, and that the women who tended to those habits deserve recognition.
As "part-returnee and part-tourist" Noo Saro-Wiwa chronicles Nigeria's path to globalism.
This book is both a lament for Bombay’s exploited beautiful things and a celebration of their steely independence.
Smoke Signals is not the authoritative weed history you have been looking for, unless you need a mélange of anecdotes for your stoner lair.
The new guilt is different. It is something congenital, inherent, intrinsic, collective, something possibly inexpiable, and probably ineradicable.
The vignettes Karen Elliott House House assembles offer a rare glimpse into a world that is normally closed to Western reporters.
Betsy Rosenthal's delightful book tells the story of her mother, Edith, who is “number four” in a family of twelve children.
John Dramani Mahama, whose memoir My First Coup d’Etat shows an uncommon literary ambition, in late July became the new president of Ghana.