In late fall we discussed Kate Bowler’s poignant memoir about being diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer. We followed that with one of three recent volumes of the collected short stories of Andre Dubus.

Armed with enthusiasm, command of his material and a knack for analogy, Steve Brusatte has written a book that incarnates dinosaurs with color, sound and fury.

C.S. Lewis does not come to lovely conclusions about his God or his religion or his suffering. He asks many more questions than he answers. He rants, questions, weeps and feels terrible, deservedly sorry for himself and for the woman he loved so much and has now lost. And in doing so, he renders in prose what it really feels like to grieve.

Many will find Sohrab Ahmari’s account of coming to faith compelling and moving, while others may find his emphasis on an authoritative church confusing or even off-putting.

In ‘Never Look Away,’ the murderous eugenicist and the abortionist, the Nazi and the Communist, become one.

In Hnath’s play, Hillary has put all her bets on competence, while Bill unsurprisingly presses her to show more humanity.