The world's top authors and critics join host Pamela Paul and editors at The New York Times Book Review to talk about the week's top books, what we're reading and what's going on in the literary world.
One Factory and the Bigger Story It Tells
Farah Stockman talks about “American Made,” and Benjamín Labatut discusses “When We Cease to Understand the World.”
Thomas Mallon on the Career of Jonathan Franzen
Mallon talks about Franzen’s “Crossroads,” and Joshua Ferris discusses “A Calling for Charlie Barnes.”
Andrea Elliott on ‘Invisible Child’
Elliott talks about her new book, and Phoebe Robinson discusses “Please Don’t Sit on My Bed in Your Outside Clothes.”
Richard Powers on ‘Bewilderment’
Powers talks about his new novel, and Honorée Fanonne Jeffers discusses “The Love Songs of W.E.B. Du Bois.”
Randall Kennedy on 'Say It Loud!'
Kennedy discusses his new essay collection, and Mary Roach talks about “Fuzz: When Nature Breaks the Law.”
Colson Whitehead on 'Harlem Shuffle'
Whitehead talks about his new novel, and Colm Toibin discusses “The Magician.”
Expanding My Mind
I thoroughly enjoy this podcast. It adds choices for reading that I wouldn’t have considered without the podcast. The different personalities helps to give the different perspectives I need to decide on what to read in the future. Too many books, not enough time.
S.A. Cosby on 'Razorblade Tears’
It’s a good podcast that exposes me to different books that I otherwise probably would have never found. The podcast does a good job to add variety to their suggestions as well.
My only complaint is about the host- Pamela Paul. She has a tendency to dominate the conversation and be condescending to her co-hosts. Also, her insistence to end on a positive note, no matter the subject, drives me a bit nuts. While she’s certainly qualified, I don’t think she’s a nice person in real life and unfortunately that shows in the podcast.
Heh heh heh
I mostly enjoyed Brandon Taylor’s commendation on Sally Rooney’s new novel. However, Taylor’s often brilliant insights on Rooney’s writing were punctuated by and ultimately muted by his breathy nervous tic laughter. A shame, really.