“Divorcing” is the stuff of literary cults. It is vivid and inchoate, its surface slick from recent molting.

Melancholy is a condition unsuited to a pandemic. Like ennui, it is an ailment born of stability.

A Krasznahorkai novel may be an abyss, but the depths are brimming.

Sigrid Nunez’s “Mitz: The Marmoset of Bloomsbury” begins with an improbable rescue, based on true events.

In the novels of Natalia Ginzburg, family has a private grammar.

On Daša Drndić's final novel, published posthumously in English this April

Walter Benjamin is the unlikely hero of the French writer and artist Frédéric Pajak’s ‘Uncertain Manifesto’

Is this recently released early Bolaño novel something to celebrate? That’s difficult to say.

Replete with moments of courtship, seduction, devotion, and, eventually, betrayal, Davenport and Kenner's letters, with their associative flair and polymathic plasticity, create a document unlike any other.

There is something feckless about a writer’s journals. They are a specialist’s document, and those who parse their pages are like grooming baboons, searching for fleas.  Expecting bohemian excess or stoic grace, we discover instead a life reduce…

  “If one is a woman writer there are certain things one must do,” the British writer and journalist Rebecca West wrote to a friend in 1952. “First, not be too good; second, die young, what an edge Katherine Mansfield has on all of us; third…

  The German artist George Grosz emerged from the decadence of Weimar culture as an unlikely moralist. His grotesque paintings of Berlin street life—seething, ugly, claustrophobic, often thick with malice—skewered the city’s lurid postwar de…

Without memory, we are easy prey to overall manipulation, we lose identity.