The poet Henri Cole got his French first name from his Armenian mother. From his father, a military man, he got his Southern speech and, in what soun...
Rana Dasgupta's India is a land of grueling poverty still, in a culture transfixed by glittering wealth. The dominant mood is "frenzied accumulation"...
Suketu Mehta's masterwork, Maximum City, did for Bombay what the immortals Dickens and Balzac did for London and Paris.
Keith Waldrop eschews any intention or meaning that you could point to in his work. He makes statements here and there, but his poetry, he's said, is about "having nothing to say and saying it."
Orhan Pamuk's new novel, "The Museum of Innocence", is about the collectible evidence - the earrings, the cigarette stubs, the views out the bedroom window - of a blissful love affair going bad.
Sir Andrew Motion succeeded Dryden, Wordsworth, Tennyson and, immediately, Ted Hughes as Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom. He can sound like the el...
Gordon Wood, the wonderfully plain-spoken Pulitzer and Bancroft prize historian at Brown, thinks that Thomas Jefferson would find Barack Obama obnoxio...
There's a vastly detailed, fresh take here on an immortal jazz pianist and composer whose life is often remembered as freakish, at best impossibly mysterious.
Rick Benjamin says the reason to write poetry is to be of use, he says. The reason to read poetry is that it might change your life.
