Annalisa Quinn

Right-wing Fox host Mark Levin conducts no interviews and offers no original research in his book; it is little more than a free gift with purchase: People are instead buying his message to the media.

It's possible to seriously consider the left's preoccupation with public shaming, its increasingly repetitive vocabulary of resistance and privilege — and do it well. But that's not been done here.

Namwali Serpell's lush, sprawling new novel is a speculative history — and future — of Zambia, from colonialism to an ill-fated space program and the age of mass surveillance and drone warfare.

Author Claire Harman writes that one reason François Benjamin Courvoisier gave for why he murdered his boss Lord William Russell in 1840 was that he wanted to model himself on a book character.

Other journalists have previously reported many of the serious claims presented in Vicky Ward's book; her own yields generally feel meager, wrapping even the smallest scoops in a fog of insinuation.

The former New York Times editor's examination of four news outlets pits new against old, mercenary versus honorable — and is unlikely to inspire the next generation of journalists.

In Sophie Mackintosh's tart, twisted fairy tale, a family hides away on a remote island to escape a world in which men may actually be toxic. But their lives are upended when three castaways wash up.

Anna Burns' new novel — which won the Man Booker prize — follows a never-named young woman who's being harassed by a powerful paramilitary figure during Ireland's Troubles.

The former presidential candidate's latest book is just what you might expect from this genre: His platforms are presented but not interrogated — and there is little self-reflection.

Oyinkan Braithwaite's wry, sly debut novel follows two sisters, dowdy Korede and gorgeous Ayoola — who has a habit of killing her boyfriends. Korede cleans up her sister's messes, but for how long?

A new collection the author's essays spans art, nature and autobiography — taking aim at people he meets in daily life but also exposing his own vulnerabilities.

Sarah Perry's new novel isn't subtle — it's full of ominous birds, guttering candles and mysterious figures in gloomy windows. But there's something satisfying about its emotional flamboyance.

In her memoir, the porn star lures readers with salacious details of her alleged time with President Trump, then insists that those "two to three minutes" are the least interesting part of her life.

Told from the perspective of Achilles' concubine, Briseis, Pat Barker's The Silence Of The Girls brings new life to the women of Homer's Iliad.

Sharlene Teo's debut novel is a shimmering story of three women in Singapore, but its plot gets washed away among the grotesque and stomach-churning detail.

The Shadow President looks like a book, but belongs firmly in the world of partisan TV. There is plenty to uncover about the "real" Mike Pence, but readers won't find it here.

Nell Stevens's new memoir is an uneven but pleasant book that braids her story of doing a PhD amid an uneasy love affair with imaginary scenes from the life of her 19th century research subject.

The former Trump press officer intelligently dissects the reward structure of viral Twitter and gives a valuable sketch of conservative politics, but he seems to have written "The Briefing" to an end.

Caitlin Moran's new novel, the second installment in the adventures of teen rock critic Dolly Wilde, is a dirty, jolly, book-length defense of teenage enthusiasm — for music, sex and life in general.

Helen DeWitt's new story collection seems less like a book, and more like a series of notes from some vast, alien intelligence, capable of picking apart human habits with startling precision.