By Maria Bregman There is a moment of sublime, tragicomic misdirection at the heart of Eshkol Nevo’s novel Honeymoons. A wealthy American Jew, grieving his late…
By Maria Bregman Not long ago, I found myself at a dinner party in Islington, seated between a gallerist despairing over her Hinge profile and…
By Maria Bregman There is a certain type of novel that accrues praise as a forest floor accrues moss: quietly, organically, and with an air…
By Maria Bregman To read R.F. Kuang’s Yellowface as a story about plagiarism is like reading The Great Gatsby as a cautionary tale about bad driving. It is a…
By Maria Bregman There is a persistent and dangerously sentimental belief that Ray Bradbury’s Dandelion Wine is a book that makes you happy. It is packaged and…
By Anne Fry The paperback has always been the most intimate of literary objects. It is the book you stuff in a bag, the book…
By Sara Bright What is poetry for, in an age of relentless noise? Is it a quiet refuge, a place to hide from the storm?…
By Sara Bright There is a form of sentience that awakens not in silicon, but in the collective consciousness of a place given voice. It…
By Maria Bregman, writer and literary critic In the grand, vaulted chambers of literary history, few pronouncements are as chillingly definitive or as profoundly influential…
By Sara Bright SALAMANCA, Spain – June 21, 2025 – Against the backdrop of one of Europe’s oldest and most prestigious academic institutions, the University…