There's one word in the title of Jeff Hobbs' new biography of his friend Robert Peace that doesn't quite belong there: "tragic."
There's an air of tragedy hovering over Lawrence Wright's excellent new book on the 1978 peace negotiations at Camp David, presided over by then-President Jimmy Carter.
The image of the genteel, benevolent Southern slave owner was the creation of early 20th century artists and writers like D.W. Griffith and Margaret Mitchell. Life on the antebellum plantation, they led us to believe, was as languid as a slow-moving river winding through magnolia trees.
In most Latin American bookstores, the volumes are not organized by subject matter, but by publisher. I learned this in my first visits to Mexico City bookstores as an undergraduate in the 1980s. In my favorite bookstore, the Liberia Gandhi, many shelves and walls were taken up by the orange spines...
By his own account, the Austin-based writer Neal Pollack long ago gave up trying to pen the Great American Novel.
The other day, I exchanged emails with a self-published writer. Discussing Amazon’s dispute with Hachette, he argued that books are overpriced and what traditional publishers have to offer isn’t worth the high price they charge for books.
Unlike Steve Almond and Mark Edmundson, the authors of two terrific new books on football, I did not grow up with a father who loved the sport.
It’s not often that you hear about assassination attempts linked to book proposals. Writing a book pitch, after all, is a notoriously quixotic thing to do. Publishers routinely "kill" books simply by rejecting them. And Americans are so blasé about books, it's hard to imagine anyone would resort...