NYT Books

Our columnist reviews July’s horror releases.

“Tree. Table. Book” and “Not Nothing” feature young people whose friendships with the very old unlock fading memories.

Born into a patrician family, he used Harper’s and later his own Lapham’s Quarterly to denounce what he saw as the hypocrisies and injustices of a spoiled United States.

“It’s nice to work with faculty without that inbuilt prejudice against genre,” says the author of “I Was a Teenage Slasher.” “Or, I’m a little bit tall, so it’s tricky to look down your nose at me.”

Born into a patrician family, he used Harper’s and later his own Lapham’s Quarterly to denounce what he saw as the hypocrisies and injustices of a spoiled United States.

She was, she said, unable to cook a basic meal into her mid-20s. But she went on to a successful career as a restaurateur and an authority on Asian cuisine.

Misery makes for good company in Shalom Auslander’s second memoir, which finds him self-deprecating, drug-dabbling, envious and, oy, middle-aged.

The author of humorous short stories finds emotional connections in tales that engage with tech. But he’s more interested in the ties between humans.

The group worked for decades to build the profile of the genre and its writers. Now romance fiction is booming — but the R.W.A. has filed for bankruptcy. What happened?

Colorful primers, inspirational biographies and books by former champions will get kids excited for the Paris Games — and teach valuable lessons along the way.