Weeks after Donald Trump's re-election guaranteed four more years of library antagonism (book bans are a decidedly rightward trend), book-lovers got even worse news: Cormac McCarthy had been somewhat of a pedophile, and the details had been delivered by an oaf. There is bad writing and then there
"Harrow" is the kind of book that makes you want to own books, to note and flag and mark as yours, with questions for a future you—maybe not even you, especially not you, come to think of it—to solve or ponder, or at the very least
Major spoilers for "The Bee Sting" ahead. I finished Paul Murray's "tragicomedy" (as the inside jacket insists) "The Bee Sting" last week, largely disappointed. There's a naked, hunchback plot that, pressed upon The Barnes Family, overtakes any narrative curses laid
They don't make books like this anymore and that's not necessarily a bad thing. Some of the stories hit, some go too long, and there are three or four in a row that rob all the joy from music, but Rosendorfer has managed to sew together
"Trust" is an excellent book to assign high schoolers or even college freshmen. By laying the dueling narratives back to back, Diaz allows for easy and accessible comparative analysis. It's like this entire novel was purpose-built for training readers how to analyze text. It also helps
"Screentime" is time spent strictly on my iPhone. My job puts me in front of a laptop every day and celebrating a count of eight hours instead of nine is unwarranted. I'm also not obsessive about Apple's "Screen Time" feature, and a
ScreenSaver is a weekly (at best) newsletter about any reading I do outside of my smartphone or laptop, a small chronicle of my attempts to save myself from a screen. It began with an act of self-sabotage. After failing to reduce my daily screentime by removing the apps for Facebook,