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Tulsa

by Larry Clark

…challenge. For this is a collection of photographs that assail, lacerate, devastate. And ultimately indict. These are pictures that shimmer with a ferocious honesty.” –Dick Cheverton, The Detroit Free Press…

Various Voices

by Harold Pinter

“There is no playwright his equal. He is the natural descendant of James Joyce, by way of Samuel Beckett. Pinter works the language as a master pianist works the keyboard.”…

Road Work

by Mark Bowden

“[Bowden] excels at sharply drawn, painstakingly reported stories about losers, oddballs and con men. . . . Fashioning prose that reads like good fiction, with the bonus that his stories…

Charlie Wilson’s War

by George Crile

“Americans often ask: ‘Where have all the heroes gone?’ Well a lot of them come roaring through in this tour de force of reporting and writing. Tom Clancy’s fiction pales…

The Maids & Deathwatch

by Jean Genet

“The absurdist style of Jean Genet’s The Maids, with its detours and mystifications, is taken over and consumed by its extraordinary perception of pain, concentrated and focused as if under…

Alif the Unseen

by G. Willow Wilson

From the author of award-winning graphic novels comes a stunning and propulsive debut novel, blending cyberpunk adventure with the enchantment of Middle Eastern mythology.

Badger Games

by Jon A. Jackson

“It’s great fun to watch characters who began in another series take on a life of their own. . . . There is plenty of action, lots of low-key black…

Gilgamesh

by Joan London

“At once a very Australian dream and a universal one, the dream of exotic, talismanic places beyond the horizon. . . . [Gilgamesh is] a pleasure to read, [London’s] prose…

Grove at Home: April 25-May 1

…her best essays until the aughts. A good number of them appeared in Poetry, under Christian Wiman’s editorship. They were charming and philosophical. They gave the impression of a master…

The Wild Boys

by William S. Burroughs

“In Burroughs’ hands, writing reverts to acts of magic, as though he were making some enormous infernal encyclopedia of all the black impulses and acts that, once made, would shut…