“Enchanting . . . A worthy heir to Dinesen, McLain will keep you from eating, sleeping, or checking your e-mail—though you might put these pages down just long enough to order airplane tickets to Nairobi. . . . What’s certain is that the reluctantly earthbound armchair reader will cherish this gift for the hidden adventurer in all of us. Like Africa as it’s so gorgeously depicted here, this novel will never let you go.”
“Nerd-gasmic…another science fiction tale with a Comic-Con's worth of pop-culture shout-outs.”
More than anyone, Haruki Murakami invented 21st-century fiction…He is the novelist of our mash-up epoch…These slim late-1970s works…provide an archaeology for who Murakami became as a writer…If Murakami's hybrid futurism is a product of Japanese tradition clashing with local postmodernism, then the greatest revelation of his debut is how this contradiction has raged in Murakami from the outset. Although Tokyo-located and barely 100 pages long, Hear the Wind Sing is crammed with references to Woodstock, Glenn Gould, Marvin Gaye, Henry James, President Kennedy, Creedence Clearwater Revival, the Mickey Mouse Club, the 1960s TV series Route 66 and—the avatar that cracks the code to everything—the Beach Boys' California Girls…With its more assured voice, its greater mastery of tone and the confidence of a sharper and more mature whimsy, Pinball, 1973 demonstrates the extent to which the author was already progressing in leaps.
“A work of rare beauty and revelatory honesty . . . Between the World and Me is a love letter written in a moral emergency, one that Coates exposes with the precision of an autopsy and the force of an exorcism. . . . Coates is frequently lauded as one of America’s most important writers on the subject of race today, but this in fact undersells him: Coates is one of America’s most important writers on the subject of America today. . . . [He’s] a polymath whose breadth of knowledge on matters ranging from literature to pop culture to French philosophy to the Civil War bleeds through every page of his book, distilled into profound moments of discovery, immensely erudite but never showy.”