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Fernanda Eberstadt
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When the beans won’t cook
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I’m futzing around the kitchen, heat-wave grumpy. I’m cooking white beans with tomatoes for dinner; I soaked the dried beans overnight, but they are a little too old, too long…
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Mothers who don’t feel so motherly
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Last week, I wrote about Nebraska, a novel in which a mother pushes her handicapped child in front of a train. This week I’m reviewing an only slightly less murderous non-fiction book…
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Mrs. Chatterjee’s children
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The novel’s grisly premise hits you on the opening pages: Anna Chatterjee’s husband and two surviving children are journeying to the upstate New York prison where Anna is scheduled for…
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Carlo Ginzburg: They are the Dogs of God
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I needed to know more about werewolves. Carlo Ginzburg, I realized, was my man. Ginzburg is an Italian historian who practises what’s described as « microhistory » — in his case,…
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Orford Ness
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We stepped off the ferry — an open motorboat, with room for twelve passengers — onto the dock. We’d come for a day’s outing to Orford Ness on the Suffolk…
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On Marjane Satrapi
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Some people remember 2000 as the year our computers DIDN’T all explode. I remember it as the year Marjane Satrapi’s Persepolis appeared. Persepolis was a comic-book autobiographical novel, and its heroine was a…
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The dog who bit everyone
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Fifty-one years after his death, Pasolini’s vision of capitalism is even more urgent. A new play examines his unfinished masterpiece.
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Books | Interview Elina Alter
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RUSSIA IN EXILE — A Q&A with the translator and editor, who recommends Russian writers-in-exile to read.
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Magazine | Granta 174: Therapy
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ENGLAND — The Freud Museum. A loud merry gang of writers and friends crowded the rooms of the large London house where Dr. Freud settled and received his patients after…
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Looted Lauterbach
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The most sublime of the violins made by Antonio Stradivarius (Cremona, c. 1644-1737) have names like roses: there is the « Countess Polignac » and the « Davidov », the…
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On the Hungarian elections
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« Last night didn’t just feel like an election victory, there was something of 1989 about it, the way people were dancing on the roofs of bus stops, forming a…
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The vanished world
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Monsieur and Madame Louis Cahen d’Anvers never liked Renoir’s portrait of their eight-year-old daughter; it was Madame Cahen d’Anvers’s lover who chose Renoir over a more fashionable society portraitist; they…