"On the day I turned twenty-five," Julia Wertz tells us at the beginning of "Drinking at the Movies," her charming graphic memoir, "I came to consciousness at 3 a.m. in a twenty-four-hour Laundromat in Brooklyn, New York, eating Cracker Jacks in my pajamas. … To understand how I got there, we need
In 1943, Hannah Arendt reviewed the memoirs of Stefan Zweig, one of the leading literary figures of fin-de-siècle Vienna. Like the vast majority of those figures—the playwrights and journalists, psychoanalysts and art collectors who made the Austro-Hungarian capital perhaps the most sophisticated
At the heart of Danielle Dutton's Sprawl is a lavish, endless list of domestic objects: water pitchers, sweaters, cakes on cake stands, petunias in a terra-cotta pot. Borrowing techniques from both fiction, poetry, and visual art (particularly photography), the book not only infuses each object, be
A decade ago Emily Fox Gordon made her debut with "Mockingbird Years: A Life In and Out of Therapy,'' a memoir developed from an essay included in her fourth and latest book, "Book of Days: Personal Essays.''This new collection of her work over the intervening years is stunning, not only in the
An author who would go on to write rigorous experimental fiction, Gert Jonke was born in 1946 in Klagenfurt, Austria—Robert Musil's hometown. A talented pianist, he studied music but left the conservatory to be a writer, and found quick success with the 1969 publication of Geometric Regional Novel,
The excruciating interregnum between the dying of print prosperity and the rise of minimally commensurate digital profits is a huge story, and the version playing out at The Washington Post has been singularly dramatic. So is it really a good idea to send in a sportswriter to report on it?
Perhaps the greatest act of historical castration is of Jack London. This man was once the most-read revolutionary Socialist in American history—and he is remembered now for writing a cute story about a dog.