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Four Blondes

by Candace Bushnell

“Bushnell has her milieu down cold, and writes with the peculiarly New York cynicism of a woman who has attended one too many fragrance launches.” –New York Times Book Review…

A Diamond in the Desert

by Jo Tatchell

…guide, this search for the mysteries behind one of the world’s richest cities is “the best book . . . on the Gulf coast boom town to date.” —Bloomberg News…

a “Working Life”

by Eileen Myles

From “one of the essential voices in American poetry” (New York Times) comes a rich new collection of expansive, light-footed, and cheerfully foreboding poems oddly in tune with our strange…

The Ordinary Seaman

by Francisco Goldman

“A stunningly well-written second novel from a major talent of great style and soul.” —The Miami Herald…

Wilmington’s Lie

by David Zucchino

From Pulitzer Prize-winner David Zucchino comes a searing account of the Wilmington riot and coup of 1898, an extraordinary event unknown to most Americans

The Hard Stuff

by David Gordon

In the hotly-anticipated sequel to David Gordon’s critically-acclaimed and “brilliantly goofy” (New York Times) The Bouncer, New York City’s most hardened mob bosses team up once again, this time to…

James Howard Kunstler

…contributor to the New York Times Sunday Magazine and Op-Ed page, where he has written on environmental and economic issues. Mr. Kunstler was born in New York City in 1948….

Wanting

by Richard Flanagan

…with exquisite precision. . . . An entirely unified meditation on desire, ‘the cost of its denial, the centrality and force of its power in human affairs.’” —The New Yorker…

Michael Wolfe

…for an hour and showing him a new poem, if I had one. Rather than major in the literature of my own language, I studied Greek and Latin, French and…

I Want to Show You More

by Jamie Quatro

…O’Connor . . . Quatro has a poet’s compound eye . . . [and] fearless lyricism. . . . Expansive, joyful, with forgiveness supplanting ruination.” —James Wood, The New Yorker…