In lockdown I structured my day around old games, as I had with live sports, and watched them from start to finish like movies.

When Duke Ellington, Charles Mingus, and Max Roach shared a recording studio in 1962, the result was a masterpiece of tension and friction.

In this new series, writers present the big books they’re finally making time for, and what it’s like to read them in these strange times. 

Every few months, it seems, there is a Singer dispatch from beyond the grave, another label-less bottle floating in on the tide. Reading his bibliography, one would never guess he has been dead nearly three decades.

From 1890 to the 1950s, Vienna produced an astonishing group of writers who had one thing in common: they hated Vienna.

  Alone in Vienna, January sky smoothed and silvery over a thin lip of sunlight, streets windless, I sat in the Café Museum before a strudel and a cup of milky coffee, reading an Austrian novel propped open and freshly coffee stained. I was perfe…

On listening to the archival audio of the Writers at Work interviews in the Morgan Library.    Every week for the past four months, I have made the multistage journey to the Sherman Fairchild Reading Room at the Morgan Library, the home of the …

“Into the Zone” is Dyer’s thought, in all its allusiveness and wit and sneaky brilliance, welded inextricably to the rhythms of Stalker.