Alex Beam has been bold enough to write a book about the struggle between two mighty literary opposites of the last century: Edmund Wilson and Vladimir Nabokov.
Shylock Is My Name is both a retelling of Shakespeare’s The Merchant of Venice and a sequel to it. The book’s prose is well wrought and its plot enjoyably twisty.
After the spectacle of 2016, it is well to remember that popular agitation, exaggerated expectations, and deep divisions have long been part of the nation’s history.
Like a nightmare where you can sense the macabre ending in advance, an electoral scenario favoring the National Front's Marine Le Pen is starting to take shape.
