NYT Books

Begun to improve his own technique, piano exercises that Glass wrote over decades are the subject this month of a new book, a concert and dances.

In this poem from a Palestinian American writer, absence becomes atmosphere.

Developing, through ecstatic repetition, a theology of lostness.

In different ways, Saskia Hamilton’s “All Souls,” Robyn Schiff’s “Information Desk” and Major Jackson’s “Razzle Dazzle” contend with the creative impulse and the human condition.

The schoolchild innocence of the alphabet is juxtaposed with the violence and instability of the historical moment.

This is not some placid, ideal garden, but a real one — edgy, animate and bustling.

A poem that overlays love onto a previously loveless surface of the world.

The easy way of seeing the world begins to look like a socially convenient illusion.

A historian as well, he challenged, with a muckraker’s spirit, the political and corporate establishment of a country he adopted after fleeing Nazi-occupied Europe.

An evocation of motherhood as negative capability.