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Topic - Nan A. Talese
During a business conference in Krakow in 2002, Paul Glaser, a Dutch businessman, reluctantly joined his colleagues in a visit to the Auschwitz concentration camp. In a display of confiscated luggage, "a large brown suitcase . . . glued [him] to the spot." The suitcase was from the Netherlands and the label attached read "Glaser" in large letters. The suitcase gave Mr. Glaser the impetus to reveal his family's secret, that his origins were Jewish and that his aunt, Rosie, had led one of the most extraordinary lives of the 20th century.
Elegant and cool are the adjectives that come to mind in reading one of Louis Begley's beautifully crafted novels. Add a touch of sardonic irony. His latest, "Memories of a Marriage," is no exception.
Early on in "Sweet Tooth," Ian McEwan has his heroine, Serena Frome (rhymes with "plume"), a young employee of Britain's MI-5 internal security bureau in the early 1970s, describe her own reading habits:
"Saul Steinberg: A Biography" (Doubleday/Nan A. Talese), by Deirdre Bair
This autumn has seen a slew of new books about the economy and the new plutocracy. None is as absorbing as Janet Wallach's "The Richest Woman in America," which takes us through America's repeated booms and busts through the eyes and coolheaded example of the remarkable financial genius Hetty Green.
When Queen Elizabeth II recently named David Hockney to Britain's prestigious Order of Merit, it was a truly royal accolade but was only the cherry on a magnificent cake that, although well into his 70s, he is continuing to ice vigorously.
Those of us who grew up with the illustrations of Milo and his friendly watchdog, Tock, in Norton Juster's 1961 children's classic, "The Phantom Tollbooth," had little idea of the life of the neurotic genius behind those drawings.
It is occasionally said that physics is a discipline for the young. Sure, a physicist may make fruitful scientific contributions throughout his life, but only in youth, when the mind is at its nimblest and most audacious, will a moment of true genius emerge.
In 2008, brokerages skidded into bankruptcy, banks teetered on collapse, financial rogues lost their cover, and thousands and thousands of ordinary people lost their homes, their jobs, their cars and their credit ratings. Acres of paper have been spent explaining the domino problems that clattered us into this impasse. But nothing grasps at its causes as powerfully as Adam Haslett's first novel, "Union Atlantic," which gives the whole sorry, sprawling mess a local habitation and a name - or, rather, several names.
Stephen King revitalized the genre of horror novels and stories 30-some years ago. Now there's a vampire on every bookstore shelf, and unspeakable things dredged up from cemeteries reign as beloved culture heroes. What's the gentle reader to do?