
Some months ago I read in The New Yorker a description of an event that took place at the 92nd Street Y in New York City: a staged reading of Philip Roth’s novel, The Plot Against America. The producers of the event felt that there were some striking parallels between the plot of Roth’s novel, published more than fifteen years ago, and the political climate of America that has prevailed since late 2016. [Read more…]
I think one of the healthiest things I’ve already heard in 2019 came from one of our authors, who, in all candor, said to me, “You think I should write a memoir? Aren’t I a bit young for that?” My response to her, “Have you heard of So-and-So? She is only a few years older than you and she’s already published five of them?” Our author was astonished. She quickly went to Good Reads to look this person up. 
Who would have thought The Great American AIDS novel has finally, finally been written—and by a woman. This surprise has little to do with the relative ability of a man or a woman to write better about any given subject. Rather that the AIDS epidemic has done the most damage to the gay male population. Arguably, up until now, all the fine literature associated with it has been written by men. First and foremost perhaps Angels in America by Tony Kushner, and lesser known but great in its own right the book Was by Geoff Ryman.
