BEGINNER’S GREEK
By James Collins
Little, Brown, 472 pages, $23.99
Now here’s a pretty fairy tale: The hero is reasonably handsome, chronically kind, invariably sensitive, excruciatingly honorable, infallibly Ivy League—and he helps invent the hedge fund! What a prince! What a savior of mankind.
Have you ever met a hedge-funder like Read More
LULU MEETS GOD AND DOUBTS HIM
By Danielle Ganek
Viking, 277 pages, $23.95
Another precinct heard from.
In it lounges Danielle Ganek, who, as one-half of a powerful collecting couple (her husband is hedge-funder David Ganek), isn’t the most obvious candidate to write a novel stripping the paint off the art world. Read More
It was a kind of ritual offering: Told that a neighbor on Riverside Drive was forsaking the Hudson’s boulevard for Brooklyn, a friend of mine bought him two books as a parting gift, a hipster blessing: the Not for Tourists Guide to Whitman’s borough and a copy of Motherless Brooklyn by Jonathan Lethem.
What if Read More
The divide between memory and fantasy, the past’s reality and what the mind invents, is supposed to be clean, straight and deep. Then is then, now is now, and life gets on with itself. If a sudden, heart-ripping death occurs, that trough is a handy place for burial: not for the body but for anger, Read More
The divide between memory and fantasy, the past’s reality and what the mind invents, is supposed to be clean, straight and deep. Then is then, now is now, and life gets on with itself. If a sudden, heart-ripping death occurs, that trough is a handy place for burial: not for the body but for anger, Read More
Monica Ali is not a subscriber to the guest-worker school of fiction, the vaguely held assumption that what was born abroad should stick with and to its own kind. Like the rest of Europe, the pale Britannia Ms. Ali moved to as a child from Bangladesh has come relatively late to the need to even Read More
Monica Ali is not a subscriber to the guest-worker school of fiction, the vaguely held assumption that what was born abroad should stick with and to its own kind. Like the rest of Europe, the pale Britannia Ms. Ali moved to as a child from Bangladesh has come relatively late to the need to even Read More
Adolescence sucks, and then it gets worse. Skin problems proliferate; parents are hateful. Fashion lays traps, social pressures spit steam, and cracks start to appear in the trophy case erected for the putative series of successes called adulthood.
Ned Vizzini seemed to have outwitted that plan. Or that Plan—in the genre of high-school Read More
Adolescence sucks, and then it gets worse. Skin problems proliferate; parents are hateful. Fashion lays traps, social pressures spit steam, and cracks start to appear in the trophy case erected for the putative series of successes called adulthood.
Ned Vizzini seemed to have outwitted that plan. Or that Plan—in the genre of high-school confidentials Read More
When the Hamptons throw open the big white gates of posturing and hospitality to Bill and Hillary Rodham Clinton this weekend, there’ll be an empty space on guest lists where Richard Holbrooke and Kati Marton would normally be found. Their friends–Hannah and Alan Pakula, Sally and Bob Benton, Liz Robbins–will miss them. While Bruce Wasserstein Read More
