Danticat doles out prickly investigations of transnational identity that are thickened by circumstance and mucked up by globalization.
Ogawa could have written a political thriller but opts instead for a closer look at communities under siege by the very political forces that should be protecting them.
Sigrún Pálsdóttir’s new novel is an enlightening critique of the constraints and pressures of modern scholarship. The book makes no claim to providing any answers but instead settles comfortably in the personal. In other words, it’s a diagnosis, not a treatment.
Maum’s coming-of-age novel probes the hypocrisy of the art world, the challenges of being a child of artists, and the dangers of not being loved.
There is a bit of incompleteness in every human soul, Almada seems to suggest.
In his latest collection of short stories, Peter Orner stays true to his talent: elucidating life through character, one snippet at a time.
Chanelle Benz’s haunting debut novel interrogates memory, race, and the way that stories define our lives.
Awad’s leap into the unreal summons new life to the familiar woes of academia and art making.
In Kristen Arnett’s debut novel, the dead resemble the living, and the living seem to be on the brink of death.
An ill-fated expedition entangles the protagonist of Fernando A. Flores’ new novel in a powerful syndicate whose tentacles of influence sprawl in all directions, and whose sinister and audacious ambitions materialize a trufflepig with the body of a pig, the hide of a crocodile, and the beak of an