In new memoirs, David Denby and Pete Rose explore the dark side of the American Dream. They didn’t plan to be quite so funny.

In his new book, ex-Republican Kevin Phillips writes less a work of history than a screed and a lament. He hasn’t changed; the GOP has.

From the Stork and El Morocco to Max’s, Studio, and Moomba, legends were made In The Nighttime. 100 Years Of New York’s Greatest Scenes.

A blue notebook holds the key to the overintricate plot of Paul Auster’s new novel about a blocked writer from—how did you guess?—Brooklyn.

Steven Watson’s excellent new history of Warhol in the sixties shows him as a highly permissive father in a Manhattan avant-garde sitcom.

In his hilarious (often repulsive) Still Holding, Bruce Wagner devises a world of torment (and ironic Buddhist salvation) for Beverly Hills.

A new biography argues that far from drowning them in domesticity, Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath’s marriage enabled them to write.

Joan Didion has checked out of California—but as her new memoir, Where I Was From, shows, she can never leave.

Jonathan Lethem’s new novel is located somewhere on a grid defined by race relations, a comic book, and spaldeens. But where, exactly?

From the colorful literature-devouring vortex that was the Grateful Dead tour emerges Max Ludington’s lucid, powerful new novel.