Anyone who can embroider a letter of complaint into a great tragicomic novel is worth following, in my book. So when I heard that Jonathan Miles (author of Dear American Airlines) had a new one out, my page turning finger started to itch. Read more
I’ve missed the last few books by Jonathan Lethem, but remember liking some of his earlier ones, especially Motherless Brooklyn, an unforgettable novel about a detective with Tourette syndrome. Read more
I seem to be on a jag: novels about novelists. I was wowed by Meg Wolitzer’s The Wife, and before that, loved David Gilbert’s & Sons. Read more
This novel starts off typically enough with a grad student crush on a charismatic professor. Read more
If you read a book about an eighteenth century Jewish peddler being transformed into a housefly, I think it’s best if you aren’t reminded of Kafka’s Metamorphosis. But maybe that’s just me. Read more
Here are a couple of engrossing reads for the holiday weekend. No pilgrims, no arguments over who washes the turkey pan, not so much as a hand-turkey elementary school art project in either of these, I promise. Either will get you through a long layover in the airport, the shame of being seated at the “kids’ table,” or a light case of tryptophan stupor. One may even act as a cautionary tale and keep you from over-gorging.
All of Jhumpa Lahiri’s fiction deals with the immigrant experience, from India to (most often) the northeastern United States, and The Lowland is no exception. This time, though, the reader gets a lesson in Indian history along with a compelling family story. Read more