Kao Kalia Yang’s memoir of her family’s flight from Laos is devastating and lyrical.
Vincent van Gogh, Still Life With French Novels and Rose, oil on canvas, 1887.
There’s nothing subtle about Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o’s Marxist critique of life in postcolonial Kenya.
The aqueduct. The roads. An enforced peace to allow a young faith to spread.
Willie James Jennings writes about tangible things—bodies, incarceration, healing—with graceful language that’s hard to pin down.
Ted Peters translates theological concepts into a folksy manual for pastoral care.
Stephen Backhouse’s accessible biography reveals a man who worked hard to conceal himself.
Simone Drake’s book helps readers grow in understanding of a deeply marginalized group: black men.
Anesthesiologist Ronald W. Dworkin reminds me that going to the doctor isn’t the same as sharing a cocktail with a friend.
It’s rare to encounter a female protagonist in theological fiction.
Rod Dreher calls on Christians to form deeper, more distinct communities. This should sound familiar to liberals.