Anne Landsman visits Israel, reflecting on her parents' past as well as her own.
Anne Landsman reviews Tessa Hadley's novel, Clever Girl.
Anne Landsman reviews NoViolet Bulawayo's shattering debut novel, We Need New Names.
Anne Landsman was pregnant in New York when she heard that her father was dying on the other side of the world. Should she rush to his bedside or stay behind to protect her unborn child?
'I stopped being a dutiful daughter' When Anne Landsman's father became suddenly and critically ill in another continent, it forced her to make an agonising decision.
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, rich man, poor man, beggarman, thief. For me, it was actress, veterinarian, stage designer, doctor, painter, film director, jockey, shrink.
Afrikaners were a bastard people, using a bastard language
The extinct quagga, named for its distinctive kwa-ha-ha call, was a horse of an entirely different color.
The great auk, now extinct, was the Northern Hemisphere's only flightless diving bird, a flamboyant, goose-sized, stubby-winged creature...
Days after the World Trade Center towers were felled, I was making one of my first tentative trips to downtown...
Novelist Anne Landsman's quest to locate the essence of the Torah's holiness led not to simple answers but a deeper understanding of the questions.
Her face, arms and throat are covered with tiny brown freckles. She wears her reddish-brown hair twisted up and there's always a halo of cigarette smoke above her head because she smokes like a chimney. How far down do the freckles go? You whisper to Maxie in the medical school dining-room, as the fat lady behind the counter pours gravy on your chop. One day you'll be my father but right now you're twenty-five years old, unmarried and interested.
Drama! Intrigue! Romance! Sex! You read them here first: tiny but compelling stories of romance and revelation, from seven local and international writers.