L. Frank Baum’s first book was a manual for breeding fancy chickens.
It didn't do quite as well as The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
Flannery O’Connor’s Two Deepest Loves Were Mayonnaise and Her Mother
A Southern Gothic Writer, a Very White Condiment
Beyond Babylon
Igiaba Scego, translated by Aaron Robertson
"Ernesto is now a number. He had a face, hair, beautiful hands. He laughed, sucking up air like a century-old combustion engine. He was a good boy. Better than me. And now he is a number on a list of thirty-thousand desaparecidos who never came home."
Anger and Art in a
Dying Empire
Jonathan Jones on Francis Bacon, David Hockney, and
British Painting in the 1970s
A New Generation, Betrayed by the Old, is Rising Up on Climate Change
Poise, Power, and the Young Women Leading the Way
On the Connection Between Gandhi’s Diet and His Politics
Nico Slate in Conversation with Carrie Tippen on the New Books Network
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