Like a triptych, "Dreams of My Father" presents three views of a single subject — Barack's Obama's search for identity

Anyone who thinks the ills of the Middle East and iran are "modern" should read Satrapi.

On Central Asia's mysteries, there's nobody better than Peter Hopkirk.

John Reader's generous accounting of Africa is both loving and critical.

Serge's novel reads like 19th-century Russian literature assembled and put on Soviet amphetamines.

Carter's novel delves the secrets and political links among America's African-American elite.

Mark Abley is here to tell you about the words "womlu," "hippu hangu," "noob," and "yaya papaya."

It's as Mick Jackson is taking Edward Gorey New Yorker illustrations and putting them to words.

Ivan Ilyich is dead and, frankly, his friends and family secretly find the whole thing quite inconvenient.

Kevin Trudeau offers "facts": sunscreens cause cancer and AIDS is a big medical scam.