Peter Carey, genius of literary mimicry, comes down with laryngitis.

Is a novel about werewolves/written in verse/necessarily cursed?

In her new WWII novel, A.L. Kennedy survives her own obstacles (chief among them, writing a WWII novel).

Is disdain for Céline Dion innate or learned? And what’s wrong with liking her music anyway?

Amazon’s new e-reader, Kindle, is good because it feels old. Wonder how long that’ll last.

Donald Barthelme’s new posthumous collection, with apologies to Donald Barthelme.

How to Talk About Books You Haven’t Read proves its own point.

In her new book, Alice Sebold commits a crime more grievous than murder: self-plagiarism.

Mourning the death of Philip Roth’s funny bone.

In which a franchise chickens out of the very thing that would have redeemed it.