Regnery Press is launching Little Patriot Press, aimed at teaching and inspiring children through stories about American history and government.

Katie Ryder examines the nature and power of anxiety through the experiences of writer Daniel Smith.

For the modern American reader, few lines in French literature are as famous as the opening of Albert Camus’s “L’Étranger”: “Aujourd’hui, maman est morte.” Nitty-gritty tense issues aside, the first sentence of “The Stranger” is so elementary that even...

Carlos Fuentes, among the most prominent of Mexico's writers and intellectuals, died on Tuesday in Mexico City at the age of 83. The death was confirmed on the website of El Universal, the Mex

The first sporting event that I remember caring about was the 1982 Boston Marathon. I was six years old, which is an age when most sports make no sense: the players wear masks, are freakishly tall, or contend with...

Page-Turner, The New Yorker’s new literary blog, launches today with the promise that it will feature “criticism, contention, and conversation about the most important books of the moment.” As a service to Page-Turner’s writers and editors, we’ve delved i nto...

It is an indisputable fact that the memory of poet Richard Hugo haunts Missoula, Montana. This notion might first strike us as innocuous, obvious, falling within the simple domain of legacy. Thirty years after his death, he leaves equal endowments in Misso ula, as the most important “Montana poet” and as a teacher of poetry: he was one of the first directors of the University of Montana’s renowned creative writing program and the author of a classic handbook on creative writing,The Triggering Town, that i...

This is Morgan Freeman in approximately 1971 as Easy Reader - a literacy-promoting character on The Electric Company, a children's television show in the

The show prides itself for historical accuracy—but do the characters really talk like people from the '60s?

I am halfway through Lydia Davis’s masterly new translation of “Madame Bovary,” a novel I have never read in my mother tongue. The red leather binding of my French copy, now forty years old, is held together with gaffer’s...