It’s not a special anniversary, but LitHub recently posted in one of their daily news […]
Sins of Omission; Or, I Have a Very Controversial Opinion
Years and years ago, when I was very young, I read Where the Red Fern […]
Angry Books in an Angry Time
Like a lot of other Americans, I am angry. Like a lot of liberal Americans, […]
Shut Up and Listen; Or, Having Bookish Guts
There are books that I describe as “deserve to be widely read.” I hate to […]
The Unquantifiable Canon; Or, Thoughts About the Collective Literary Conscious
A few of the book bloggers I follow have written posts about which books they’d […]
Start at the Beginning. Or the Middle. Or the End.
Since I finished The Witch Elm by Tana French last week, I’ve been thinking about a […]
Diamonds in the Rough; Or, Finding Great Reads in Generic Dross
A fellow bookish blogger, Smithereens, asked me a question about whether or not you should […]
So Many Books, So Little Time; Or, Why I Need Bad Book Reviews
I’ve been thinking about something Evelyn Goldman posted to her book blog weeks ago. In […]
In Praise of…Messy Mysteries
Mysteries tend to follow a very established arc. More modern mysteries tend to color outside […]
Readers Read For Joy; Or, In Which I Take Issue with Howard Jacobsen
I suppose that Howard Jacobson’s recent interview with BBC Radio 3 make a change from […]