This is the story of how I became omniscient. I wouldn't have become all-knowing in the first place if not for a nonverbal understanding that led to an oral fixation, and adultery that led to a haircut that influenced another haircut.

I wrote "The Lieutenant of San Porfirio" because I love Latin America. I haven't learned to love it naively, as some Americans say, because of its chaos. I love it because I grew up there, and in spite of the chaos.

There are many other aspects to being a woman -- to being human -- that can't be expressed through memoir. For an alternate narrative experience, read the novel The Salt God's Daughter by Ilie Ruby -- a lyrical, luxuriantly mystical meditation on being female.

Give us escape-craving readers a break, I say. Since when did fiction -- whether on a screen or in a ream of pages -- hinge on the quality of its imitation?

If you're trying to think of a Mother's Day present for mom, how about a novel featuring a memorable mother? The book could star a saintly mom, a hellish mom, or a more realistic mom between those two extremes.

Barbara Ardinger explores woman's journey through time, culture, sexism, spirituality, aging, and even death.

My mother and father arrived in Port of Spain, Trinidad, in January 1956, on a banana boat -- with two suitcases and a green bicycle. She was a keen cyclist and thought it would be a good idea to bring her Raleigh bike all the way from Southampton.

What Robert understood is that despite being more media-saturated than at any other time in history, our dialogue remains silent with regard to the moral imperatives those policies entail.

The beginning of "Under Heaven," the latest offering by award-winning Canadian author Guy Gavriel Kay, can be called deceptive: it is quiet, seen th...

Tomás Eloy Martínez, 75, an Argentine journalist and novelist who wrote two international bestsellers about former Argentine president Juan Domingo ...