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Call me shallow (actually, please don't) but I think a good cover can be a significant component of a good read It's official: the nation is in the grip of Naboko-fever. You can't open a newspaper , switch on the radio , or...
"At the end of the story, the hints that have been scattered like mouse droppings lead us to the postmodern hole in the book where the rodent got in": James Wood, as you might have guessed, is really not terribly keen on Paul...
Jack Kerouac, William Styron and VS Naipaul among others offer stunning insights into the art of writing, says Jessica Holland Writing is difficult and painful and writers are all a little mad. That's the first impression you...
Paul Auster likes French girls on bicycles, isn’t afraid to be alone. Over two glasses of white wine at Sweet Melissa, in Park Slope—where the author has lived with his wife, writer Siri Hustvedt, since the eighties— he tells...
Now that I am more kindly disposed toward The Paris Review—the literary institution founded by George Plimpton and a cohort of his pals back in the wild and crazy 1950s—since they have dropped the hyperbolic “DNA of literature”...
Last week a friend handed me a book I knew I’d have to read. It’s title: If I’d Killed Him When I Met Him (… I’d Be Out of Prison Now) . This got me thinking about titles and the importance that they have not only in describing...
Paul Auster makes promiscuity a virtue To judge from the titles of some of his recent novels — The Book of Illusion s, Oracle Night , Man in the Dark , and now Invisible — Paul Auster's fiction is receding, Samuel Beckett...
It is 7:15 am in the morning and while I knew *exactly* what I was going to blog about when I woke up this morning I ended up getting caught up in work first thing (tis okay, I was expecting it – if you pay close attention to...
Finally the anonymous sex blogger from Diary of a London Call Girl comes clean to The Sunday Times. From 2003 to late 2004, Brooke worked as a prostitute via a London escort agency; she started blogging as Belle de Jour — after...
Joanna Briscoe reads a novel that rocket-charges the reader through games and structural devices Paul Auster has created what amounts to his own, self-referential fictional world over the years, and Invisible is packed with...
