Ayelet Waldman—the writer New York moms love to hate—strikes back with a novel about Manhattan motherhood.

Two novelists find rich material in competing Soviet legacies: artistic genius and thuggish repression.

Marc Weingarten’s history of the New Journalism sets down the facts well. But wasn’t that the old journalism?

Rafi Zabor’s 'I, Wabenzi' is a wild ride through grief—until it hits a disappointing detour.

Joshua Wolf Shenk elegantly argues that Abraham Lincoln’s depression was the fire beneath his ambition.

In praise of self-indulgence.

Edmund Wilson’s brilliance won him untold love and admiration, but for him, nothing beat a good book.

Avner Mandelman’s stories capture the tortured psyche of Israel’s baby-boomers.

Michael Cunningham’s latest wrestles Walt Whitman— and comes out on top.

Nick Hornby is a lovely, witty prose stylist—but without real characters, his latest novel falls flat.