Forget Roth, Oz, or Grossman. Here are the real stars.
The great critic’s sparkling new tour of American literature illuminates the sublime life of books
Literary lives: as the Seder nears, books by tale-tellers, praiseworthy and otherwise
Faced with a story I wanted to start but felt certain I couldn’t, I turned to the literary gods. Now Harold Bloom owes me $213.27.