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Hawthorne in Concord
by Philip McFarland“McFarland’s book takes the prize for readability. His is an impressionistic account that could only result from sensitivity and empathy for its subject.” —David Locker, Evansville Courier & Press…
Harlem
by Jonathan Gill“[A] panoramic history . . . Gill blends high-density research, political and cultural sophistication, and narrative drive to produce an epic worthy of its fabled subject.” —Edward Kosner, The Wall…
The Great Silence
by Juliet Nicolson“Wonderfully vivid . . .When we study history we . . . tend to overlook the transitional periods. Juliet Nicolson has, in a short time, become the voice of these…
Ghosts from the Nursery
by Robin Karr-Morse“Karr-Morse and Wiley boldly raise some tough issues. . . . [They] start with a grim question—why are children violent?—and they forge a passionate and cogent argument for focusing our…
Disjecta
by Samuel Beckett“[Beckett] is a serious writer with something serious to say about the human condition: and therefore one of the dozen or so writers those who are concerned with modern man…
Cereus Blooms at Night
by Shani Mootoo“Shani Mootoo digs deep into the heart of classic storytelling, expanding, sculpting, and molding what is expected into a completely fresh approach to narrative. Her language and characters seduce us…
The Beholder’s Eye
by Walt Harrington“Aims to dispel the old journalistic clich”: that a journalist writing about him/herself is always ‘self-indulgent and, quite likely, narcissistic.” He couldn’t have put together a better lineup of writers…
Archeology of the Circle
by Bruce Weigl“Few poets of any generation have written so searingly into of the trauma of war, inscribing its wound while refusing the fragile suture of redemption. Here is the haunted utterance…
Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead
by Tom Stoppard“Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead [is] verbally dazzling . . . the most exciting, witty intellectual treat imaginable.” —Edith Oliver, The New Yorker…