“Israel is pressed, it is a suffering country,” a sympathetic visitor says with a sigh. International organizations, the intellectual Left, and much of Europe are arrayed...
Progressivism is a mental disorder—that, at any rate, is the verdict one is tempted to reach upon finishing Emily Witt’s striking new memoir, Health and Safety: A...
True to life, Lai Wen’s thrilling new novel, Tiananmen Square, opens with the death, on April 15, 1989, of Hu Yaobang, a moderate member of the Chinese Communist Party...
The history of literature is strewn with vain and irascible men who could have used a great comeuppance. Remarkably, no one stabbed D. H. Lawrence, Dylan Thomas, Malcolm Lowry,...
Published in 1994, Harold Bloom’s The Western Canon: The Books and School of the Ages turns 30 this year. In his great book on the great books, Bloom, the Yale professor and...
All modern literature is, in a sense, postcolonial. I will explain. But Hisham Matar’s My Friends is a fine piece of postcolonial literature in the most literal sense, and we...