Nowherelands is a gentle reminder that history -- told here through stamps -- rolls on and the land will outlast us all.
By picking up his subject after the most infamous event in Wilde's life, Frankel is able to rebuild the narrative of Wilde's post-prison life from the detritus of his public undoing.
William Poole manages to deliver a spectacularly structured, tightly written, and captivating addition to literary studies.
There's so much to say about the challenges, frustrations, and offenses facing women who veil, that Veil has difficulty sorting it all out in a meaningful way.
The ease with which one can draw a line from the message of For Two Thousand Years to the events of 2017 is almost too terrifying to contemplate.
A book like Muslims and the Making of America is necessary in these times, and it's for that very reason that Hussain's effort is so disappointing.
Summer of Love simultaneously demonstrates why that moment in the cultural timeline is worth commemorating, what its legacy is, and what was lost as summer turned to fall.
Taïa is a writer whose talent shines brightly enough to illuminate the difference between an imitator and an original.
The Cross manages to re-tell an old story comfortably and enjoyably, without getting dragged down into pedantry or the dry distractions of academic writing.
Contrary to what her critics might have one believe, Camille Paglia demands more, not less, of contemporary feminism.