Two men were eventually arrested for the crime; for our January issue, the writer Rosa Lyster attended their trial last ...

Yet it is difficult not to feel that more mercy, rather than less, would be salutary for our society today. With polls ...

I will wait for her in the yard that Maggie and I made so clean and wavy yesterday afternoon. A yard like this is more comfortable than most people know. It is not just a yard. It is like an extended ...

There have been an estimated 16,000 books written about Abraham Lincoln; like the lives of the wealthy and the secrets of self-improvement, a fascination with the Great Emancipator is an… ...

“Searchlight” is an apt term, because it seems that Moreschi was restlessly looking for something he couldn’t find: the dignified life of a family man. In 1896, he got married, making him a rarity ...

In 1986, the English novelist Beryl Bainbridge signed a contract with an editor at William Collins for a non-fiction book about Liverpool. It was, in certain ways, an unlikely project. Then in her mid ...

We will never know how many died during the Butlerian Jihad. Was it millions? Billions? Trillions, perhaps? It was a fantastic rage, a great revolt that spread like wildfire, consuming everything in ...

A few years ago, my relationship to darkness had turned a bit fanatical. I was living on the Canadian Prairies in Regina, Saskatchewan, and I’d found my way into a regimen of extreme early rising.

The Letters of Seamus Heaney, edited by Christopher Reid. Farrar, Straus and Giroux. 848 pages. $45. This buoyant anvil of a book has brought me to the edge of a nervous breakdown. Night after night I ...

In 1974, my mother was twenty years old, trying to make it as a theater actress in New York after dropping out of Bennington College. She was in a painting class led by the eccentric Ukrainian-Jewish ...

Three springs ago, I lost the better part of my mind. I remember it starting with my feet. I woke up one February morning in the South Bronx apartment I’d just moved into with my husband, and my feet ...