Sunday, November 26, 2006

Today's Inquirer reviews ...

... include a superb piece by John Timpane reviewing a slew of books by and about Allen Ginsberg. Mysteriously, it does not appear online. When it does, I will link to it.

In the meantime, though, there is ...

Dan De Luca's look at a couple of graphic fiction anthologies: Illustrating anew the graphic novel's art.

John Freeman's appraisal of Joan Didion's collected nonfiction: Essential Didion: California roots, American visions.

Ed Voves's take on a new biography of Caesar Augustus (just in time for the Christmas season): Exploring the two sides of Augustus, the 'first man' of ancient Rome.

Gregory Feeley's canny look at Gene Wolfe's Soldier of Sidon: Soldier in ancient Greece loses his past .

Katie Haegele's fond look at Maybe: Young Adult Reader Pain, frustration, revelation - a year in the life of Brian.

Over the past week, these ran as well:

Kevin Grauke was much impressed with Richard Bausch's Thanksgiving Night: Troubles of human hearts, shattering as an apocalypse.

Kathryn De Vito took a close look at Arnaldur Indridason's Silence of the Grave: Icelandic chiller spans decades.

And David Hiltbrand pretty much liked Duane Swierczynski's The Blonde: Guy goes into a bar, in Philly airport...

Update: Thanks to Rus Bowden (see Comment attached), here is John Timpane's Ginsberg piece: Reading, looking at Allen Ginsberg.

Gee, where would this book editor be without the help of ... lit bloggers?

Update II: Also not to be found online is Art Durkee's poem "After Elegies." Guess that will have to wait until I'm in the office tomorrow.


  1. Anonymous4:27 PM

    I thought the Indidason was excellent. Unlike your reviewer, I thought it in a different class to Christie, as in my opinion Christie did not really go in for characterisation, and one could not say that for Indridason.
    The father-daughter (and broken family) theme in Indridason's book reveal emotion and insight that Christie never came remotely near to, in my view. (I speak as a fan of a great deal of Christie -- but she was of a different level, completely, to Indridason)