February 28 Dear Miroslav, I don’t know what faith means anymore. I’m fifty six years old with a pile of books behind me and an experimental bone marrow transplant ahead of me, and I don’t know what faith means. But
There is no reason to be afraid of death – when we exist, death is not; and when death exists, we are not. This, roughly, is how Epicurus put it a long time ago. I tend to think of it
The Lit Hub Author Questionnaire is a monthly interview featuring seven questions for five authors with new books. This month we talk to: Jonathan Bernstein (What Do You Do When You’re Lonesome The Authorized Biography of Justin Townes Earle) Stefan
I’m reading a book called Milked, about the economic interdependence of Wisconsin dairy farmers and Mexican-born farm workers, with B, my sort-of boyfriend, next to me on the couch. We’re in Kingston, New York, at the book-store that is also
Lost Lambs is a stunning first novel, wondrously comic, propelled by absurdist wordplay and a deep knowledge of today’s over commercialized culture. It’s droll, sophisticated yet empathetic toward human flaws as it follows the Flynns, a dysfunctional nuclear family of
Hope everyone is staying warm, and staying hopeful and optimistic with those new year’s resolutions—so much possibility exists in the fresh month of January. Time to dive into the stacks by your bedsides, as well as the new books flying
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