by Martha Anne Toll
Weinzweig published her first novel at age fifty-eight. Given her mastery of the form, it is tempting to speculate that in a different era, she might have been able to take her writing seriously at an earlier age. Continue reading
by Lisa Peet
Books had always been a language my mother and I shared when she was well . . . And yet—once I was alone in her apartment with a stack of boxes, tasked with this move, and her books were all mine to do with as I liked, I knew one thing right away: I didn’t want them. Continue reading
by Amy Weldon
We fall back on the novel itself and on our own reactions, delving deeper into the territory of self-investigation. Which is to say, into literature. Continue reading
Tomasi di Lampedusa’s language is relatively spare and direct but still formal and correct, and sprinkled with archaic terms. It is carnal and sophisticated, slyly humorous but still possessed of a kind of gravity and grace. Continue reading
