The Left Hand Of Darkness, Ursula K. Le Guin

I often wake up freezing in the morning cold, my night shirt and blanket flung away in the heat and hubris of…

The World According to Garp, John Irving

I like to believe I’m a poker-faced reader. You can’t usually tell what kind of a book I’m reading by looking at my…

Samskara, U.R. Ananthamurthy

(Translated from Kannada by A.K. Ramanujan)

Coraline, Neil Gaiman

Do you remember your earliest nightmare?

The Savage Detectives, Roberto Bolaño

Confession: I’d bought 10 of Bolaño’s books without having read or sampled any of his work. I’ve no idea why I did…

Trick, Domenico Starnone

(Translated from Italian by Jhumpa Lahiri)

Brother

I came alone,
a harbinger of nothingness.
I was given a name, a language.
I was given a train of thought
(and I ran away with it).

The Peculiar Life of a Lonely Postman, Denis Thériault

Dandelion Wine, Ray Bradbury

I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve Dandelion Wine. And Ray Bradbury.

Freak

My friend likes to tell me
how they chose books
back in the days
before the internet.

Apparently the librarian
had passed on
this trick.