In Lance Morrow’s new book, the veteran ‘Time’ essayist drops names, complains about boomers, and offers an apologia for the journalism of the “American Century.”
Critics have described Cormac McCarthy as a writer beyond good and evil. But beneath the neuter austerity of McCarthy’s prose, a keen moral imagination is at work.
The writing of Wilfrid Sheed offers a rare kind of euphoria: a sense that he is determined to give the reader as much amusement as he had writing the piece.