If you had told me back in high school that reading Fyodor Dostoyevsky’s “The Brothers Karamazov” could possibly make me a suspect in a homicide investigation, I might have kicked my feet a little more when my teacher assigned it.
America is mostly a Christian nation but it’s complicated, argues Matthew Avery Sutton in his new book, “Chosen Land: How Christianity Made America and Americans Remade Christianity.”
Shelby Van Pelt wrote a lot of “Little House on the Prairie fan fiction” as a child, filling up notebooks of stories of traveling west in a wagon with her cats.
For 20-some years I’ve been writing about the sheriff of the least-populated county in the scarcely populated state of Wyoming, but only five years have passed for Walt Longmire.
Since the late 2010s, a surge of fantasy books by Indigenous authors have been published across North America in an ongoing movement that could open more doors for Indigenous creatives and help readers from these communities see themselves in books.
On a sunny Sunday afternoon in late April, eight men in Silver Spring, Maryland, gathered for a monthly tradition that began 30 years ago: a book club meeting.
Our summer reading list includes the adventures of a time-traveling Idaho “tradwife,” a romance scammer who meets his match, and a serial killer who suddenly strikes again 25 years later.
Jake Stevenson, one of my favorite characters of any novel I’ve read for Northwest Passages, is back as the king beekeeper in Eileen Garvin’s “Bumblebee Season.”
