"Both overassertion and hand-waving seem to be sidesteps around saying something. Like that formal wall: Is it guarding ...

I wasn’t even sure I could name three rivers, let alone rank them, until Ruthie started rattling off her favorites. For most of dinner she had kept her twelve-year-old head buried in a stack of ...

I touch down at Marco Polo on Wednesday afternoon, one among the many who have come for the preopening days of the Venice ...

I had a very busy body in the hospital and, like an incapacitated president, could merely observe as its executive functions ...

Anne Elliot is twenty-seven. When I was thirty, sitting with a friend in a noisy West Village bar, she said, I like ...

Over the next century, as other women’s residences closed one by one, the Webster stood tall on West Thirty-Fourth, a ...

The notebooks were where Munro tinkered and experimented, made detours and sudden revisions—where she surveyed the whole ...

I reread “Family Furnishings” this morning because it is one of my favorite stories and because I will be discussing it soon ...