Last week, the Zell Visiting Writers Series, sponsored by the Helen Zell Writers’ Program, featured Marcelo Hernan
Hadley Samarco
Daily Arts Writer
Books
“What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn’t happen much, though.”
Like many conservationists, Enric Sala loved our world before he thought about saving it. “I loved the natural world before I could understand it.
“I know it’s an unusual name, but my mother is rather a fan of word games. And Enola spelled backward reads, well, ‘alone,’” Enola mentions at the beginning of “The Case of the Missing Marquess.”
Have you ever stepped outside at the start of spring to see new leaves budding and flowers blooming, and felt your sinuses start to seize up with the hint of a sneeze as you breathe in the pollen?
The Booker Prize has long established itself as an authority in the literary community. The elitists of the fiction world look to the prize in determining what to read and how to form their own opinions.
Oftentimes, we evaluate the emotional power of a work of art based on its capability to invoke tears. We’ll recommend a book or a movie to our friends under the pretense that it made us cry over a gut-wrenching twist to the fate of a beloved character.
The opening of “This Mournable Body” is jarring.
I finished reading the last few chapters of Sophie Ward’s “Love and Other Thought Experiments” in my cold empty living room at three in the morning, and had to fight the urge to shake my roommate awake and deliver a passionate monologue about the utter rage and frustration I was feeling at the mo
Her head makes a dull thud as it hits the platform, rolling a couple feet away as her body teeters and lurches forward, swimming “in a pool of crimson, the blood seeping between the planks.” Queen Anne Boleyn, the second of King Henry VIII’s six wives, has just been executed on charge