Author: Nadia Ghent

Here, finally, is the comic relief I’ve been needing practically since book #1.  Carl Hiaasen’s Bad Monkey came to me in the book swap, and while the novel is not one I might have chosen voluntarily, it had been highly recommended by a former writing teacher of mine, and so I’m glad I had an

Ah, a return to fiction!  After two intense non-fiction reads, I really needed to have the language of a constructed world wash over me, and Claire Messud’s The Woman Upstairs is a novel I’d been intending to read for over a year now.  But if I had expected any relief from simmering rage and emotionality, I

I’d been meaning to read this book since last Thanksgiving when my sister-in-law gave it to me and told me I had to read it immediately (that didn’t happen!), but it had disappeared from my bookshelves at home only to turn up in my husband’s lab on a shelf above his bench. He hadn’t read

Wow.  This book.  So much has already been written about Ta-Nehisi Coates’ Between The World And Me, some of it cringeworthy bad, like David Brooks’ response: http://www.nytimes.com/2015/07/17/opinion/listening-to-ta-nehisi-coates-while-white.html and some of it revelatory, like Roxane Gay’s conversation with the author: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/review/the-charge-to-be-fair-ta-nehisi-coates-and-roxane-gay-in-conversation, but I think it is important to listen to the lyric power of Coates’ work unmediated by