Just a quick note to remind you that Beatrice.com's new reading series at the Mercantile Library Center for Fiction begins this Wednesday, April 16,... Read the rest of this post

The ways water finds to undo the bonds of solid things: you move across my flank, the ground turns strange; your sylph-gang churns a... Read the rest of this post

Recently we told you about BOOKGASM's list of the nine most annoying people we always see at the bookstore, which proved to be a bit... Read the rest of this post

Much less the slam than the slalom gives me a thrill: that solemn, no-fuss Olympian skill in skirting flag after flag of the bloody obvious;... Read the rest of this post

After finishing school at Auburn, Ace Atkins worked the crime beat as a reporter for The Tampa Tribune. During his time with the paper,... Read the rest of this post

The bull's berry walks on wires. The windowpanes are wounds. They hiss when the jet streams from the silver kettle and a giant flings... Read the rest of this post

No word for it in English, that time between midnight and dawn. Most of us are asleep by then, outrunning leopards on blue lawns,... Read the rest of this post

This video is an excerpt from Anne Carson's recent 92nd Street Y event, "A Lecture on Pronouns in the Form of 15 Sonnets," which... Read the rest of this post

was sung after the first stone was thrown at a beast, after a spear in a man's hand brought down a pile of meat.... Read the rest of this post

and like God, I will cast you out. Your eyes blue as a drowned thing. Your harshest lesson: you are no part of me.... Read the rest of this post

The commander's words relieve their stricken hearts. "My comrades, hardly strangers to pain before now, we all have weathered worse. Some god will grant... Read the rest of this post

If you live in the Los Angeles area, I'll be making my second consecutive appearance at the LA Times Festival of Books on Sunday, April... Read the rest of this post

and unavoidable, that's how you have to see it, Annie said, that's what it all comes down to, what the Buddha teaches: separation, sooner... Read the rest of this post

Forget all the reasoning behind these "woe is me" stories about the pains of the publishing industry, that suggest it's hurting because of the lack... Read the rest of this post

Alone. I love to be alone. Against the numberless infinities. Or for the re-creation of the little chores that roof my world: embellished emptiness.... Read the rest of this post

Tom Dolby and David Levithan are the latest authors to take part in "Author2Author," a series of conversations among writers here on Beatrice. I'm... Read the rest of this post

I met Melanie Wells at a book festival in East Texas last month—she'll tell you a little more about that—and I've become a big fan... Read the rest of this post

Alaya Dawn Johnson is a young fantasy writer whose debut novel, Racing the Dark from Powells.com.">Racing the Dark, has been drawing comparisons to authors like... Read the rest of this post

Hawk yes, freeway lifted flock thick in soup, all apology following white wiseacres. Hawk maybe not. Hawk faint on air. Hawk die on beige.... Read the rest of this post

Not long after I started BOOKGASM, I noticed something peculiar that kept popping up in every other thriller or mystery that I read, and I... Read the rest of this post

How many centuries ago these trees were planted is unknown, but some have guessed the Romans planned these hilltop terraces. The scowling faces in... Read the rest of this post

Between Buck Owens and Vivaldi what's left to listen to but the stars, so I do, dialing the radio down to indeterminate static, what... Read the rest of this post

The Delivery Man by Joe McGinniss Jr. is a stark, deadpan, engrossing novel of kids gone wrong in Las Vegas. The main character, Chase,... Read the rest of this post

Back in the summer of 2005, Adam Langer's novel Crossing California was featured on this site for a week, as Adam chatted with fellow Chicagoan... Read the rest of this post

OK, we'll admit it. We burger-flippers are boy-crazy. We are guyaholics and we don't want to go to rehab (we say, no, no, no....)... Read the rest of this post