Sweden and detective fiction are soul-mates, and Henning Mankel is proof.

Philippe Claudell delivers a superlative parable about man's worst instincts, and his best.

Roberto Bolaño travels into David Lynch-land with mesmerizing results.

No magic in Auster's latest, sex-addled fable about identity.

Magnus Mills is a wizard of dead-pan disasters; he's also a wise writer.

Roth's latest "twilight" novel produces a literal embarrassment of dildos.

Tad Friend's nasty remembrance in an exercise in thoughtless offensiveness.

Fleur Jaeggy's gem about boarding school life is pale and affirming.

The cunning Coetzee takes himself down a notch, and dies.

Harper Lee's honored classic is better as a time capsule than as a literary masterpiece.