Perched elegantly on an exotic throw pillow in her seaside Bombay apartment, the Arabian Sea breeze gently ruffling her long black hair, Shobhaa De looks like one of the seductresses of her many
If the words "first novel" and "arrival of a major American talent" appear on the front flap of a dust jacket, you can almost be sure that the picture on the back flap will depict some impossibly
If upon reading the first sentence of Moses Isegawa's debut novel, Abyssinian Chronicles, in an Amsterdam bookstore a few years back, I quickly re-read it a few times and committed it to m
Although the epigraph of Damon Galgut's novel is taken from Chekhov, it is the ghost of Graham Greene that hovers most palpably over The Good Doctor, and even in the cadence of its title.
A confession is, by definition, a declaration of guilt.
Despite their indifference to genre fiction, American publishers of literary novels have consistently made exceptions for homegrown crime writers.
A year ago now, when the Bush Administration was preparing the world for an American invasion of Iraq, John le Carré wrote a column of scathing, sharp-toothed commentary for the Times
Toni Morrison's slim new novel, Love, may seem, at first glance, to fit within a group of books one could crudely call Morrison Lite, not requiring any heavy lifting from the reader like h
Martin Amis is the most condescended-to novelist of his time. He is also
one of the most literate, funny, quotable and (this the condescenders
never neglect to mention) talented.
In January 1948 Dutton brought out the third novel of a promising young
writer named Gore Vidal. The publishing house was nervous.