Is beauty inherently interesting? Or is it simply that beauty arouses a kind of insatiable curiosity? Herewith, a consideration of the ultimate artist's model of her time.
Durell Godfrey, intrepid Star photographer and former Glamour magazine illustrator, has returned with a second offering in the still-new and stress-relieving field of adult coloring books.

If you’re looking for an easy-to-digest description of lighthouses, from their construction to modern-day automation to their role in the economic success of this country, this is the book for you.
In the midst of the worldwide migration of refugees, one small story carries a spot of sunshine among the many tales of upheaval and struggle.

It is doubtful that 50-some years ago there was a terrific place to grow up gay, but Brooklyn sounds, from Steven Gaines's memoir, like a particularly challenging one.

Simon Perchik is a master craftsman at his unadorned best as he explores the underworld in these deeply rich, elemental verses.

It may be that no single person has done more to knock down the doors of censorship in art and literature in America than Barney Rosset.
OR Books, which this week came out with the hardcover of Barney Rosset’s autobiography, will celebrate the late and legendary publisher and East Hamptoner with a gathering at the Strand bookstore on Monday. That may be on Broadway in Manhattan...

Mary Ellen Hannibal takes readers on an epic journey that traverses the terrain where the sciences and humanities meet and where hope issues from dialogue between the public and specialists.

Kurt Wenzel, our man in letters, picks the top 10 titles of the year past.

Reading Blanche Wiesen Cook’s concluding volume of her three-part biography of Eleanor Roosevelt in the weeks following the 2016 election, one is struck by the parallels between her life and that of another former first lady much in the news this...

David Nichtern, a meditation teacher, has written a remarkably useful and succinct handbook of Buddhist practice and psychological concepts.

Does Tom Wolfe know when he attacks mainline Christians as moo-cows that he will arouse a bit of miff?