In 2006, I found myself in the eye of a category 4 super typhoon. It was far more terrible than I could have imagined.
Clues, maps and unlikely disguises: all narrated in majestic Ondaatjean style.
Milkman is both universal and a distinctly Irish novel, a dark satire with a twist of Beckett.
Edugyan shows there is more to bondage than physical captivity.
The prose is so clear that it feels less like writing and more like a surrendering to memory itself.
All would agree that when children lose their parents it is tragic, yet orphans have so often been neglected and abused.
BlacKkKlansman is inspired by actual events – or, as the opening titles put it, “Dis joint is based on some fo’ real, fo’ real shit.”
Overshadowed by the 1975 film, this time-passing beach read is late-summer perfection on the radio.
From Joshua Gamson’s The Fabulous Sylvester, I learnt of the birth of the San Francisco gay scene and the counterculture of the late 1960s.
Not since Conrad had a novelist so completely absorbed himself in the shifting complexities of his age.
The Russian author turned 15 years in the Gulag into fiction of extraordinary daring. His stories are timely reminders of the human cost of communism.