The poet Cathy Park Hong begins her new book of essays with a bang that’s disguised as a tic. In “Minor Feelings,” she recalls an imaginary spasm in her face that marked the beginning of a yearlong depression.
My mother was at her most beautiful when she came back from the salon every fortnight – her long hair falling in big sweeping curls around her shoulders. I thought she must be the prettiest woman in the
Empathy on the stage and page: Your weekly guide to the best in books “You never really understand a person … until you climb into his skin and walk around in it,” Atticus Finch famously tells his daughter
Although I wasn’t surprised to hear that Nicholas Parsons had died, I was very sad. In the past few years he had seemed a bit slower, going about backstage with a stick. The Just a Minute green room has