The Black Minutes, a nuanced neo-noir, conveys how narco-violence has leached the Mexican justice system of meaning.
Remembering David Markson (1927–2010), whose playful novels pushed storytelling to the edge of understanding.
Is Super Sad True Love Story the kind of novel Gary Shteyngart might previously have held in contempt?
In Nightmare Alley, whoever you are, you can always depend on the cruelty of strangers.
In Georg Letham, Ernst Weiss turned to psychoanalysis to tap an atmosphere of unknown terror and mystery.
In Javier Marías's trilogy Your Face Tomorrow, the self is composed of borrowed languages and an uncertain voice.
In the stories of Deborah Eisenberg, life keeps piling up, unsolved and unsolvable.
Heidi Durrow traces a young girl's harrowing plunge into racial identity.
Orhan Pamuk may be the face that Turkish literature turns to the West, but the novelist Yashar Kemal is its conscience and heart.
Ours is an age of the unexpected, the extraordinary—the uncanny. What better time to resurrect the stories of Ambrose Bierce?