J. B. MacKinnon on Canadian paranoia, the science behind ostrich culling, and Trump’s collapsing reputation north of the ...

[Speech] John R. MacArthur’s Remarks at the Harper’s Gala At the Harper’s Magazine 175th Anniversary Gala on November 13, president and publisher John R. MacArthur, welcomed 350 guests who gathered to ...

Predator, by Ander Monson. Graywolf Press. 264 pages. $16. Let’s say you haven’t seen it, and my sketch is all you have to go by. Reasonably, you’ll assume Predator to be a laughable exercise in ...

EXT. 8TH STREET—LATE AFTERNOON (C. 1959). CAMERA IN NONSTOP MOTION is on the shoulder of a young man, late teens, intently walking west on a busy Greenwich Village thoroughfare. Under one arm, he’s ...

When the crow whisperer appeared at the side gate to Adam Florin and Dani Fisher’s house, in Oakland, California, she was dressed head to toe in black, wearing a hoodie, gloves, and a mask. This was a ...

Age of Cage: Four Decades of Hollywood Through One Singular Career, by Keith Phipps. Henry Holt. 288 pages. $27.99. Last fall, hoping to draw weary crowds back to the multiplex, AMC Theatres enlisted ...

One night in early 1941, when Harry Crews was five years old, his father nearly killed his mother with a twelve-gauge shotgun. Looking back almost four decades later, Crews didn’t find that fact ...

The Recognitions, by William Gaddis. NYRB Classics. 976 pages. $27.95. J R, by William Gaddis. NYRB Classics. 784 pages. $24.95. Readers with more than passing interest in the twentieth-century novel ...

With the right equipment and a little luck, stealing a tree from a swath of land as remote and vast as the Olympic National Forest should have been easy enough. In the summer of 2018, Justin Wilke, a ...

Crossroads, by Jonathan Franzen. Farrar, Straus and Giroux. 592 pages. $30. The first half of Jonathan Franzen’s new novel, Crossroads, centers on an improbable church youth group in the near western ...

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 ...