by Ann Kjellberg, editor
Dear Mr. Crusoe: Please stay home. There’s no need for this ruse of going on a trading journey, in which more often than not the goods you are trading…
“Books, like islands, appear and disappear.” How a midcentury novel about declining nobility on a time-bound island speaks to the moment.
“Will you join me,” the fifteen-year-old Elizabeth Bishop asked a close friend, “in wading in the mud of the celestial gardens?” Modern literary…
I have pondered a great deal over a conversation I took part in a number of years ago in one of the offices of New York University. I had lived away…
I’m an American living in Spain. For six years I’ve observed this country. Spain, the country that has been continuously recovering from one of the…
These are the most marvelous stories. The poet Merrill Gilfillan wrote them years ago, thirty or forty years ago, and they speak of a West, the Indian…
Peter Taylor, photograph by Wilfred Desem I knew Peter Taylor a little. On this irrelevance I am going to recommend the new Peter Taylor Library of…
Marvin Gaye would have been eighty this past April. The U.S. Postal Service has marked the occasion with a resplendent stamp of Marvin in multicolored…
The Italian novelist Natalia Ginzburg may be an acquired taste. Her abrupt style and rough handling of her subjects and characters can seem perverse…
It may take a whole company of people, plus an audience, to birth a play, but the playwright who feels herself to be precarious—a benevolent…
When Ann Kjellberg asked me to write for Book Post, I leapt. I had a few thoughts about Curzio Malaparte’s The Kremlin Ball. No, she said, how about…