To live in New York in that decade meant living at the edge of possibility and collapse, a city vibrating with ambition, fear, excess, and invention. If Paris in the 1920s was the romantic capital of expatriates, New York in the 80s was the global capital of contradiction. And, as always, literature was there to…
Why Coming of Age Stories Endure Every reader remembers the first time they felt seen in a book. Maybe it was a character who stumbled through adolescence with the same clumsy uncertainty you felt, or a voice that wrestled with questions of belonging and identity that mirrored your own. For me it was reading The…
Argentina has given the world a lot: tango, world-class steak, Lionel Messi, and the glorious chaos of Buenos Aires traffic. But its literature is another export that’s just as dazzling. Argentine writers don’t just tell stories; they build mental mazes, toy with your sense of reality, and sometimes leave you wondering if you’re still the…
There’s a certain kind of reader who discovers Haruki Murakami and is never quite the same. I know because I’m one of them. Murakami has been publishing fiction for over four decades, and in that time, he’s built a world entirely his own. It’s a place where lonely men make pasta at midnight, cats deliver…
There’s a specific kind of chill that comes from reading a dystopian novel and realizing it doesn’t feel like fiction anymore. You pick up a book written fifty, seventy, even a hundred years ago, and instead of escaping the world, you walk straight into a version of it that feels eerily close to home. The…
Some books feel like they slipped through a crack in the floorboards. You bend down, pick them up, and wonder how something this odd and this brilliant ended up forgotten in the first place. Who Was Changed and Who Was Dead by Barbara Comyns is one of those books. Published in 1954 and quietly reissued…
There’s a certain kind of magic that happens when literature meets a specific place and time. As these books about Paris in the 1920s show, few places have better captured the imagination of writers and readers. It was a moment suspended between wars, when the city pulsed with jazz, art, alcohol, and ideas. A haven…
It was well into adulthood before I started reading much Japanese literature. Haruki Murakami and Kazuo Ishiguro were the only ones I had read, and while both are infused with Japanese sensibility, they’re also a bit more international than most other Japanese authors. When I finally decided to follow some recommendations I’d seen for the…