Chris Knopf’s latest mystery involves the clubbing death of a deep-undercover intelligence operative, black-jumpsuited ninja types, and the fine cabinetry and company of one Sam Acquillo.
Reading Martin Amis’s new nonfiction collection, “The Rub of Time,” you almost wish he wasn’t so proficient a fiction writer, and a world-class one at that. Success has thinned Mr. Amis’s need for grunt work.
A.J. Jacobs confirms the beguiling promise of ancestry-hunting: to construct a narrative for yourself that is more interesting than the one you’ve got.
If there is a barometer for pints of blood loss in books on crime, Kerriann Flanagan Brosky has chosen a wide range of felonious activity — horrifying to mundane. The mercury level is in the middle.
The Star welcomes submissions of essays for its “Guestwords” column of between 700 and 1,200 words. Submissions can be sent for review by email, in text or Word format, to submissions@ehstar.com.
Pushcart calls itself the “best of the small presses,” but its mission is large, and the big, meaningful questions humanity must ask can be found inside.
“Lioness: Golda Meir and the Nation of Israel” is the monumental result of Francine Klagsbrun's decade-long effort to understand the woman who became prime minister.
Nathan Sanford of Bridgehampton had a significant yet undervalued early influence on issues like universal suffrage, voter apathy, and political patronage.
“Don’t Save Anything” contains a number of James Salter pieces that are indispensable, many of them rescued from boxes stored in places reachable only with a ladder.
