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A.J. Ayer
by Ben Rogers“A delightful discourse on an extraordinarily full life: Rogers succeeds in capturing the spirit of a philosophical maverick who many loved to hate.” –Kirkus Reviews…
Twelve
by Nick McDonell“Nick McDonell’s Twelve is an astonishing rush of a first novel, all heat and ice and inexorable narrative drive—the kind of novel you finish and immediately read again, just to…
Grove at Home: December 6-12
…latest, A Cry from the Far Middle, is the perfect gift for your favorite free-thinker. Bringing his trademark (and occasionally cantankerous) wit to bear on the scandals and conundrums of…
Baba Yaga Laid an Egg
by Dubravka Ugresic“[A] strange and wonderful book . . . I couldn’t stop reading. . . . Ugresic is affecting and eloquent . . . [and writes] with earthy grace.” —Mary Gaitskill,…
The Heavens
by Sandra NewmanA work of rare literary brilliance and emotional power, The Heavens is a mesmerizing novel of love and dreams that moves between a reimagined New York City and Elizabethan England…
Snowblind
by Robert Sabbag“A flat-out ballbuster. It moves like a threshing machine with a fuel tank full of ether. . . . Sabbag is a whip-song writer.” —Hunter S. Thompson…
A Place to Stand
by Jimmy Santiago Baca“The finest memoir I’ve read in I don’t know how long. It reminded me of the rawness of George Orwell combined with the human exuberance of Neruda’s memoirs. . ….
Mr. Darwin’s Shooter
by Roger McDonald“Earthy, economical prose . . . wisdom and subtle understanding . . . Evolution, as Mr. Darwin’s Shooter demonstrates, is driven by forces more nuanced and mysterious than the crude…
Moon Tiger
by Penelope Lively“Emotionally, Moon Tiger is kaleidoscopic, deeply satisfying. The all too brief encounter between Claudia and Tom will surely rate as one of the most memorable of contemporary fictional affairs. This…
Walking to Hollywood
by Will Self“Self’s ultimate vision . . . is described in dazzling bursts of verbal pyrotechnics. . . . The language here is as rich as Vladimir Nabokov’s, the rage as deep…
