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A lifelong love affair with books, libraries and ancient manuscripts
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A lifelong love affair with books, libraries and ancient manuscripts
Poems of high moral seriousness from a beleaguered nation
Memoirs, literature, music and art of Ukraine at war
How western spies helped Khomeini
Putting the crusades into a wider perspective
The twentieth-century birth of nations from Iran to Morocco
A harpist who made her mark on jazz history
A historian of Russia and the Soviet Union
In “Artificial Intimacy,” Sherry Turkle warns that we seek comfort from A.I. devices at the peril of our well-being and even our democracy.
A new book by Rozina Ali traces the rise of anti-Islamic sentiment in the wake of 9/11, showing how ordinary residents became targets of fear and suspicion.
In Sarah Blakley-Cartwright’s novel “Heavy Cream,” a teenager tries to fill the vacuum left behind by her unstable, unreachable mother.
The first novel in over a decade from the acclaimed Haitian-American author lacks the power of earlier works
Near-mystical musings from a scientist who believes we are on the brink of a revolution in understanding ourselves
The beloved author’s follow-up to “Pachinko” features a cram school that dares to promote students’ well-being over academic striving.
In “The Vanishing Family,” Robert Kolker paints a portrait of nine siblings under threat from a vicious form of dementia.
A new book revisits a notorious British sexual-assault trial in which a woman was convicted of posing as a man in bed.
Deesha Philyaw’s debut novel is a rebellion disguised as a romp.
“The Radiance,” by Ayad Akhtar, blends campus satire, autofiction and philosophical exploration into an explosive and timely brew.
A journalist charts a quarter century of geopolitical hubris and economic overreach
This tale of broken hearts and broken people moves from the Troubles of 1980s Northern Ireland to an unforgiving London of squats and payphones