The book industry's new numerical populism.

NASCAR may now be a virtual byword for the hard-working, God-fearing red-state interior, but auto racing began as very much an upper-crust pastime.

Is fugitive financier Martin Frankel the ugliest American ever?

Jessica Lange threatened never to return to Broadway. Why’s she taking another spin in The Glass Menagerie?

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His memoir, in a translation that preserves the author’s gorgeous, discursive style and his love of wordplay, is a social history embedded within an autobiography.

Nicole Krauss opens up about her curious life and her powerful second novel. Just don’t ask about her husband.

Michel Faber has a striking talent for addressing lurid themes without resorting to the clichés of genre. .

"I don't know [if I was trying to shock people]. I just try to entertain myself. And I'm highly entertained by sex."

Craig Thompson and Jonathan Lethem get graphic.