Reading Amparo Dávila’s stories is like accepting an invitation for tea at a haunted house.
When the call came late one evening, Dan assumed it was news of just another death.
Nuruddin Farah has written a story about family, both the families we belong to by blood and the ones we forge for ourselves out of...
He has never been able to say eu te amo to his parents. In his family, love is never discussed. Instead, you act it out.
He didn’t eat them out of hunger, and he didn’t eat them often. But when he did, he made sure no one knew.
You get to be Odysseus. I’m typecast as Penelope.
It was two in the afternoon, but the aquarium bar was dim and quiet, an artificial slice of night.
Killing Commendatore is the most recent entry in Haruki Murakami’s canon of sensory and supernatural games of chance.
Addiction doesn’t disappear, it only changes forms. I was hooked on idleness, but now I'm hooked on work.
I continued on my way down that boundless, endless white road that seemed to stretch on and on and on.
Tana French's The Witch Elm gives rise to real questions about identity, the nature of self-perception, and the limitations of being in your own head.
Kate Atkinson's latest novel follows protagonist Juliet as she transcribes documents during World War II and is swept into a high-tension waiting game.