Books

The Other Horror
June 25, 2012

At the end of World War II, between twelve and fourteen million people, ethnic Germans, were forcibly expelled from Eastern Europe, or, if they had al

Wild Animal
June 21, 2012

Fat City never feels air-conditioned. It is a slim, tough novel, a story about boxers in Stockton, California, a sizeable town and an agricultural cen

Border Crossings
June 20, 2012

It is the tenebrous topography of memory that forms a basis for Geoffrey Hartman’s newest endeavor. In his preface to The Third Pillar, Hartman repeat

Biology for Liberals
June 19, 2012

Samuel Bowles and Herbert Gintis's A Cooperative Species is an excellent primer on how biologists have sought to explain seemingly altruistic behavior

The Suffering of the Guilty
June 18, 2012

In 1946, the Swedish novelist Stig Dagerman travelled to Germany to write a series of articles about the civilian population in the aftermath of war.

The Politics of Crassness
June 14, 2012

Ed Rendell has some good points to make in Nation of Wusses. The best, I think, is his demand that politicians stop apologizing for governing. While h

In and Out of History
June 13, 2012

In every respect, The World Without You marks an advance on Joshua Henkin’s previous book, Matrimony, which came out in 2007. On the spectrum of Ameri

Hysterical Punctuation
June 12, 2012

If Joseph Salvatore’s writing is not always satisfying, this is largely a function of his ambition, which pays homage to David Foster Wallace and W.G.

Perils and Privileges
June 11, 2012

According to Ananda Rose, pro-migrant groups are driven by religious conviction, compassion for people who end up dying in the desert, and opposition

Remembering Ray
June 07, 2012

In January 2005 I received a copy of a special edition of Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451. It was inscribed by the author, and the inscription began: Dear Stan, A lifetime ago—summer 1953—you flew to L.A. to feed me ice cream and advice on how to finish this novel! What a grand summer! Actually we were together only four days, but it was grand, and there was ice cream. In 1953 I was the editor-in-chief of Ballantine Books, and when we acquired Ray’s manuscript, his agent warned me about proofs. Ray, he said, was notorious for fussing with them at length.

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