fiction

Novelist Richard Powers has written another love letter to the planet—in this case, the 99 percent of Earth’s biosphere that exists underwater.

Most reviews of Long Island Compromise blame the characters’ misery on their family’s wealth. But the reality of their predicament is far more serious.

Kristin Hannah’s novel is based on military nurses’ firsthand accounts of their experiences in Vietnam.

Amy Frykholm’s novel creates a fascinating interplay of Native people and settlers whose lives are complicated by intergenerational trauma.

Vinson Cunningham’s debut novel focuses on a campaign staffer’s indeterminate views, using them to shed light on the rise of a political star.

Reading The Hours in my husband’s hospital room, I was stunned by the novel’s incarnational imagery.

Zach Williams’s stories of everyday life are propelled by strange turns of events, like a dad discovering his son’s sixth toe in the bath.

Why are non-White characters so absent from this urban/suburban narrative?

Chigozie Obioma offers a narrative that transcends bullets and politics.

Rosalind Brown’s debut novel could be understood as a midrash on Montaigne’s metaphor of the mind as runaway horse.

In Margaret Verble’s Stealing, a Cherokee girl finds what she needs to survive an evil system.

Russian writer Ludmila Ulitskaya’s stories of love and defiance escape the plane of realism.

There are many reasons to adore James McBride’s latest book.

In his new novella, Jon Fosse allows a luminous narrative to unfold at a dreamlike pace.

Paul Harding’s evocative novel begins with the 1815 hurricane off the New England coast.

What is the kindest, least condescending help that privileged Christians can offer to the wider world?

Aaron Rosen finds that Jesus looks at the world the way artists see their subjects.

Abraham Verghese’s new novel tells an epic tale of a family of Thomas Christians in modern India.

In Crewe Train, the neglected Anglo-Catholic novelist tells the story of a woman who resolutely does not fit in.

The protagonist of Lydia Millet’s new novel is like a mother hen, both to his neighbors and to the birds.