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FICTION

Sam Shepard, The One Inside & A Particle of Dread 4 Jim Shepard, The World to Come 6 Omar El Akkad, American War 8Roland Merullo, The Delight of Being Ordinary 10Lee Irby, Unreliable 12Janet Benton, Lilli de Jong 14Lincoln Child, Full Wolf Moon 16Daniel H. Wilson, The Clockwork Dynasty 18 Swan Huntley, The Goddesses 20 NONFICTION

Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart 24 Peter Cozzens, The Earth is Weeping 26 Gary Taubes, The Case Against Sugar 28 Howard W. French, Everything Under the Heavens 30 Sharon Weinberger, The Imagineers of War 32 Ian Johnson, The Souls of China 34 James D. Watson, DNA, revised edition 36 Leigh Montville, Muhammad Ali vs. The United States of America 38 Elisha Waldman, This Narrow Space 40 Eric Lax, Start to Finish 42 Deb Perelman, Smitten Kitchen 2 44 John Mauceri, The Conductor’s Art 46 FEATURED TITLE FROM THE BACKLIST

David I. Kertzer, The Kidnapping of Edgardo Mortara 50

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KnopfFebruary 2017

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SAM SHEPARD is the Pulitzer Prize-winning author of more than fifty-five plays and three story collections. As an actor, he has appeared in more than sixty films, and received an Oscar nomination in 1984 for The Right Stuff. He is a member of the American Academy of Arts and Letters, received the Gold Medal for Drama from the Academy, and has been inducted into the American Theater Hall of Fame.

The One InsideSam Shepard

The first work of long fiction from the Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright—a tour de force of memory,

mystery, death, and life.This searing, extraordinarily evocative narrative opens with a man in his house at dawn, surrounded by aspens, coyotes cackling in the distance as he quietly navigates the distance between present and past. Memory is overtaking him: in his mind he sees himself in a movie-set trailer, his young face staring back at him in a mirror surrounded by light bulbs. In his dreams and in visions he sees his late father—sometimes in miniature, or flying planes, or at war. By turns, he sees the bygone America of his childhood: the farmland and the feedlots, the rail yards and the diners—and, most hauntingly, his father’s young girlfriend, with whom he also became involved, setting into motion a tragedy that has stayed with him. His complex interiority is filtered through views of mountains and deserts as he drives across the country, propelled by jazz, benzedrine, and a restlessness born out of exile. The rhythms of theater, the language of poetry, and a flinty humor combine in this stunning meditation on the nature of experience, at once celebratory, surreal, poignant, and unforgettable.

Praise for Sam Shepard:

“Extraordinary by any measure. A storyteller in the purest sense.”—The New York Times Book Review

“Sharp enough to move a reader to tears. Funny and Smart. Profoundly satisfying. Great precision and beauty.”—The Boston Globe

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A Particle of DreadA Play

In A Particle of Dread, Sam Shepard takes one of the most famous plays in history—Oedipus Rex—

and transforms it into a modern classic. In this telling, Oedipus, prophesized to kill his father and marry his mother, alternates between his classical identity and that of contemporary “Otto.” His wife (and true mother), Jocasta, is also called Jocelyn, and his antagonist (and true father) is split into three characters, Laius, Larry, and Langos. Two present-day policemen stand in for the Greek chorus as they investigate the murder. Dazzlingly inventive, ringing with the timelessness of myth, it is an unforgettable work that grapples with questions of storytelling and destiny—the narratives that we pass down, and how they shape our lives. It is a play that lingers in the mind long after we finish the last scene.


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EXCERPT from The One Inside

They’ve murdered something far off. Fighting over it. Yes. Screaming. Doing their mad cackle as they tear into its softness. He’s awake—5:05 a.m. Pitch black. Distant coyotes. Must’ve been. He’s awake, in any case. Staring at rafters. Adjusting to “place.” Awake, even after a full Xanax, in anticipation of small demons—horses with human heads. All small, as though life-size were too big to fathom. His dogs are on the muscle, howling from the kitchen in feral imitation. Vicious cold again. Blue snow biting at the windowsills: glowing in what’s left of the full moon. He throws the blankets back with a bullfighter’s flourish and swings both bony knees out into the raw air. He comes, almost immediately, to a straight-backed sitting position both hands flat on his thighs. He tries to take in the ever-changing landscape of his body—where he resides? Which part? He peers down at his very thick, blue, thermal hiking socks, pilfered from some movie set. Piece of some costume—some character, long forgotten. They’ve come and gone, these characters, like brief, violent love affairs: trailers—honey wagons—morning burritos—craft service tents—phony limousines—hot towels—4 a.m. calls. Forty-some years of it. Too big. Hard to believe. Too vast. How did I get in here? His aluminum trailer rocks and sways in the howling Chinooks. His young face staring back at him through a cheap 4x4 mirror, surrounded by bare light bulbs. Outside, they’re shooting film of grasshoppers, falling in great swirling cones from the belly of a rented helicopter. They actually are. In the background—winter wheat, as big around as your thumb, blows in rolling waves.

Now, perched on the very edge of his firm mattress, staring down at his thick blue socks, white puffs of breath vaporizing in the morning dark, he knows it’s all come true. He just sits like that for a while—straight-backed. A great blue heron waiting for a frog to rise. The house doesn’t creak; it’s made of concrete. Outside, the aspens moan. He doesn’t feel the cold now. It crosses his mind that it’s been over two years since the very sudden breakup with his last wife. A woman he’d been with for almost thirty years. “Crosses his mind.” Pictures. The source? “Am I whining now?” he asks himself, in the voice of a small boy. A boy he remembers, but not him. Not this one, now, quaking in blue thermal socks.


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The World to ComeStoriesJim Shepard

KnopfFebruary 2017

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JIM SHEPARD is the author of seven novels and four previous story collections. His most recent novel, The Book of Aron, was named a Best Book of the Year by The Washington Post, Huffington Post, and Buzzfeed. It was an ALA Notable Book of 2015 and won the Sophie Brody Medal for Excellence in Jewish Literature, and was a finalist for the Jewish Book Award and the Andrew Carnegie Medal for Excellence. He lives in Williamstown, Massachusetts, with his wife, three children, and three beagles. He teaches at Williams College.

Without a doubt the most ambitious story writer in America,” according to The Daily Beast, Jim

Shepard now delivers a new collection that spans borders and centuries with unrivaled mastery.

These ten stories ring with voices belonging to—among others—English Arctic explorers in one of history’s most nightmarish expeditions, a young contemporary American negotiating the shockingly underreported hazards of our crude-oil trains, eighteenth-century French balloonists inventing manned flight, and two mid-nineteenth-century housewives trying to forge a connection despite their isolation on the frontier of settlement. In each case the personal is the political as these characters face everything from the emotional pitfalls of everyday life to historic catastrophes on a global scale. In his fifth collection, Shepard makes each of these wildly various worlds his own, and never before has he delineated anything like them so powerfully.

Praise for The Book of Aron:

“A masterpiece. A story of such startling candor about the complexity of heroism that it challenges each of us to greater courage.”—The Washington Post

“Immensely rewarding, shocking and beautiful. Shepard, who for years has been one of this country’s greatest fiction writers, is as original here as he has ever been.”—National Public Radio

“Transcendent. It reminds us of the infinite varieties of good and evil, and of the many paradoxical places in between. Enormous power comes from its stylistic restraint and dignity flows from its utter lack of pretension.”—The San Francisco Chronicle


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The boys were haggling at the dinner table about which was worse, circumcision or being hit in the nuts. One is twelve and one is nine but they already know everything. I was fin-ishing the chardonnay and fielding questions from my daughter, Maeve, about how late she could stay out. Across the country, my sister was coming apart and waiting for me to call back, but of course I hadn’t picked up the phone yet.

Maeve told her younger brothers that they were driving her up the wall but they wouldn’t let up, so she finally asked what about a catheter. They wanted to know what that was and after she told them there was a lot of shrieking and crotch grabbing. Sean said there was no way doctors really did that and Neil said that nobody was sticking anything up Nolan. The noise around the table quieted a bit.

Who was Nolan, Maeve wanted to know. And when Sean saw his brother’s face, he said, “Oh my God: did you just call your dick Nolan?”

“What?” Neil said. “I always call it Nolan.”

We were all a little open-mouthed. The dog stood in the doorway, wondering if it was safe to cross the kitchen to check on his dish.

“Why do you call it Nolan?” I asked. These were the kinds of weekends I was having now.

He immediately started crying, and looked down at his lap like he wanted to kill it. “Neil,” I said. I could’ve helped a little more than that. When he gets miserable I always find myself thinking: The kid’s nine years old.

“Nobody in this family understands me,” he said.

“Nobody on earth understands you,” his brother told him.


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American WarA NovelOmar El Akkad

KnopfApril 2017

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OMAR EL AKKAD is an award-winning journalist and author who has traveled around the world to cover many of the most important news stories of the last decade. His reporting includes dispatches from the NATO-led war in Afghanistan, the military trials in Guantanamo B a y, t h e A r a b S p r i n g revolution in Egypt and the Black Lives Matter movement in Ferguson, Missouri. He is a recipient of a National N e w s p a p e r Aw a r d f o r investigative reporting and the Goff Penny Memorial Prize for Young Journalists, as well as three National Magazine Award honorable mentions. He lives in Portland, Oregon.

A controversial and powerful debut novel that asks readers to reassess the United States’ role in the

world with one terrifying question: what if America went to war with itself?

Benjamin Chestnut belongs to the Miraculous Generation—those born during the Second American Civil War. With the war long over, Benjamin is an old man faced with confronting the dark secret of his past: his family’s role in the war. Specifically, the role played by his aunt, a woman he barely knew. The woman who saved his life.

Sara T. Chestnut—“Sarat,” as she prefers to be called—is a girl raised by war. Born in Louisiana in 2068 and brought up in a corrugated steel container, she knows little else beyond the reaches of the civil war that is tearing the United States apart. At six years old, she doesn’t yet understand the war’s causes or its politics. But she’s old enough to know that something isn’t right. Oil is scarce, Louisiana is halfway underwater, unmanned drones hover overhead, and she hasn’t been to school in months. When her father is killed trying to get a Northern work permit, the surviving Chestnuts—Sarat, her brother Simon, her sister Dana, and her mother Martina—are forced into a refugee camp known as Camp Patience. At Patience, as Sarat grows into a woman, a mysterious functionary helps turn her into a deadly instrument of war whose actions will have immense consequences for the entire nation.

In the spirit of Philip Roth’s The Plot Against America and The Man in the High Castle, American War re-directs the United States’ foreign conflicts to her very own soil and shows how American actions reverberate throughout the world. Or in the prescient words of one character: “Everyone fights an American War.”


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When I was young, I collected postcards. I kept them in a shoebox under my bed in the orphanage. Later, when I moved into my first home in New Anchorage, I stored the shoebox at the bottom of an old oil drum in my crumbling tool-shed. Having spent most of my life studying the history of war, I found some sense of balance in collecting snapshots of the world that was, idealized and serene.

Sometimes I thought about getting rid of the oil drum. I worried someone, a colleague from the university perhaps, would see it and think it a kind of petulant political statement, like the occasional copperhead flag or gutted muscle car outside houses in the old Red country—impotent trinkets of rebellion, touchstones of a ruined and ruinous past. I am, after all, a Southerner by birth. And even though I arrived in neutral country at the age of six and never spoke to anyone about my life before then, I couldn’t rule out the possibility that some of my colleagues secretly believed I still had a little bit of rebel Red in my blood. My favorite postcards are from the 2030s and 2040s, the last decades before the planet turned on the country and the country turned on itself. They featured pictures of the great ocean beaches before rising waters took them; images of the southwest before it turned to embers; photographs of the Midwestern plains, endless and empty under bluest sky, before the Inland Exodus filled them with the coastal displaced. A visual reminder of America as it existed in the first half of the twenty-first century: soaring, roaring, oblivious.

I remember the first postcard I bought. It was a photo of old Anchorage. The city’s waterfront is thick with fresh snowfall, the water speckled with shelves of ice, the sun low-strung behind the mountains.

I was six years old when I saw my first real Alaskan sunset. I stood on the deck of the smuggler’s skiff, a sun-bitten Georgia boy, a refugee. I remember feeling the strange white flakes on my eyelashes, the involuntary rattle of my teeth—feeling, for the first time in my life, cold. I saw near the tops of the mountains that frozen yolk suspended in sky and thought I had reached the very terminus of the living world. The very end of movement.

I belong to what they call the Miraculous Generation: those born in the years between the start of the Second American Civil War in 2074 and its end in 2093. Some extend the definition further, including those born during the decade-long plague that followed the end of the war. This country has a long history of defining its generations by the conflicts that should have killed them, and my generation is no exception. We are the few who escaped the wrath of the homicide bombers and the warring Birds; the few who were spirited into well-stocked cellars or tornado shelters before the Reunification Plague spread across the continent. The few who were just plain lucky.


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The Delight of Being OrdinaryA Road Trip with the Pope and the Dalai LamaA NovelRoland Merullo

DoubledayApril 2017

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From indie-favorite Roland Merullo, a charming fable about the day when the Pope and the Dalai Lama slip

out unnoticed for a much needed break from their robes and pedestals, escorted by the Pope’s cousin, a cautious man terrified of being responsible for the disappearance of the world’s most revered holy men.Paolo De Padova is an ethical man. He loves his grown daughter and strives to live a simple life even though his first cousin happens to be the world-adored His Holiness the Pope. And Paolo is the Pope’s most trusted confidante and first assistant. The shelter of Paolo’s ordered life inside the Vatican changes drastically, however, while the Pope is hosting His Holiness the Dalai Lama for a two-day visit in Rome. The Pope asks Paolo a simple favor—to formulate a plan, “If I wanted to, say, take an unofficial vacation.” Soon after, Paolo, with his eccentric estranged wife, Rosa, a hair dresser who relishes the opportunity to disguise these two men, finds himself in the unenviable position of smuggling the Pope and the Dalai Lama out of the Vatican to facilitate the wishes of two beloved holy men—who simply need to recharge and travel anonymously for several days. Against a landscape of good humor, adventure and spiritual delight, not to mention the sublime rolling hills of Italy, The Delight of Being Ordinary showcases the charming sensibilities of Roland Merullo, in a fable that makes us laugh as well as think about the demands of ordinary life, spiritual life, and the identities by which we all define ourselves.

ROLAND MERULLO is the author of the Reverre Beach trilogy, A Little Love Story, Golfing with God, and Breakfast with Buddha. A graduate of Brown University, he lives in Massachusetts with his wife and two children.

Praise for Roland Merullo:

“Merullo writes with grace and intelligence and knows that even in a novel of ideas it’s not the religion that matters, it’s the relationship. It’s a quiet, meditative, and ultimately joyous trip we’re on.”—The Boston Globe

“A beautifully written and compelling story about a man’s search for meaning that earnestly and accessibly tackles some well-trodden but universal questions. A meditation on life, death, darkness and spirituality, sprinkled with humor, tenderness, and stunning landscapes.”—Kirkus, starred review


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The Pope pressed his lips together. “We’ve talked it over,” he said, “my new friend and I. He’s having dreams, as well. Messages. Strange signals. Plus, we’re both feeling con-strained. We’re both men of adventure—the Dalai escaped the Chinese, as you may know, on the back of a donkey, no less, crossing the Himalayas dressed as a soldier and then as a peasant.”

“I know, yes. I’d heard. We--”

“And, in our youth, you and I. . . .we had some enjoyable times, yes?”

“Absolutely, Your Holiness.”

“Then please do as I suggested earlier. We’ve decided on a four-day trip. An escape. A mys-terious search of sorts. Some time for prayer. A few laughs. I want him to see this beautiful country, and I want to try to understand what God is whispering in my ear.”

“Where? How? The security people, the schedule….”

Though he more often takes on the persona of the kindly follower of Jesus, when he wants to, my cousin can make his face into a stern mask, a reflection of the wrathful Lord we grew up reading about in certain Biblical passages. “Don’t make me ask you a third time, Paolo,” he said quietly. “We’ll have our official dinner, and then, after dinner, please pres-ent me with a thoroughly thought-out plan. Our only window of opportunity is tonight, or very early tomorrow morning. Begin with this: His Holiness the Dalai Lama and I will say we want some time together for meditation. We’ll meet in the Saint Francis Chapel, no guards, no other attendants. A two-hour Buddhist-Christian meditation. Please take things from there. I’ll sleep in my office tonight, not at the hotel.”

I studied my cousin’s face, guessing this was just his idea of a prank. Among his closest aides, the Holy Father was well known for that kind of thing: he had a reputation as a joker, a man who laughed as much as he prayed.

I turned my eyes to the Dalai Lama, hoping I might see him burst into his familiar chuckle, but the Buddhist only held his steady gaze on me for a few seconds and then said, in his thick, beautiful accent. “Tank you.”

As long as I am on this earth I will remember the feeling of walking out of that room, down the long corridor, and back to the main office building. I moved like a hypnotized man. I wrestled with the stark and shocking reality of our conversation, going back over the Pope’s words again and again, as if I’d get the joke only by repetition. He can’t mean it, I thought. He can’t be serious. The dreams are just dreams, stress-related perhaps. No doubt the Dalai Lama is only pretending to have had these messages, too, out of politeness, hoping to get through the formal meal, have some time for prayer, and enjoy a solid sleep before leaving in the morning for wherever his schedule draws him.


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UnreliableA NovelLee Irby

DoubledayApril 2017

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LEE IRBY teaches history at Eckerd College and lives in St. Petersburg, Florida. He is the author of the historical mysteries 7,000 Clams and The Up and Up. Riotous and riveting, this is the story of a charming

college professor who most definitely did not—but maybe did—kill his ex-wife. Or someone else. Or no one. Lee Irby plays the thriller trope in unimaginably clever ways.

Edwin Stith, a failed novelist and college writing instructor in upstate New York, is returning home for the weekend to Richmond, Virginia, to celebrate his mother’s wedding—to a much younger man. Edwin has a peculiar relationship with the truth. He is a liar who is brutally honest. He may or may not be sleeping with his students, he may or may not be getting fired, and he may or may not have killed his ex-wife, a lover, and his brand-new stepsister.

Stith’s dysfunctional homecoming leads him deep into a morass of long-gestating secrets and dangers, of old-flames still burning strong and new passions ready to consume everything he holds dear. But this family‘s dysfunction is only eclipsed by Edwin’s own, leading to profound suspense and utter hilarity. Irby has crafted a sizzling modern classic of dark urges, lies, and secrets that harks back to the unsettling obsessions of Edgar Allen Poe—with a masterful ending that will have you thinking for days.

Praise for Lee Irby:

“A rousing and fun tale with characters aplenty to love and hate, 7,000 Clams is a home run.”—David Baldacci, New York Times best-selling author of Absolute Power

“In this impressive first novel, Irby keeps his story twisting and turning, and he writes in a sleek take on hard-boiled style that tips its fedora to masters like Chandler and Dashiell Hammett without overdoing the similes.”—St. Petersburg Times

“A frenzied debut. Irby’s writing is brisk and the distinctive characterizations are vivid enough to keep readers engrossed.”—Publisher’s Weekly


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Here’s the first clue: the dead will die again.

Not possible, you grumble. But a coward dies a thousand times and a brave man just once, and honestly I’m a bit of both. So is our narrator (that would be me) dead or alive? It doesn’t much matter because my job is to deliver some blood on the very first page. Mine, hers, his. You want a body and I want to give you one.

This should be easy, since I’m on a killing spree. Actually, I’m just a college professor who drives a four-door Honda…but it just happens to be midnight in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, the witching hour, when darkness hisses with spooky noises and creepy strangers contem-plate unspeakable acts, such as luring a waitress into a fatal trap. Here comes one now, emerging from the dumpster-shadowed rear of a TGI Friday’s.

Even though I’m sitting in the Honda, she glances over in my direction, not suspiciously, more of a cursory assessment of her surroundings. There is a cell phone in my hand and you might want to know what I’m doing with it. I’ll divulge only that I was checking on the operating hours of the aforementioned TGI Friday’s and just learned that it closes at midnight, which has just struck. So for a late dinner, I’ll have to rummage through a nearby convenience store. But first let me work up an appetite.

The waitress continues walking toward her car, which is parked not far from mine. Some-thing tells me that she is unhappy with not just her life but all lives. Her work shift probably demeaned her in a million ways, from fussy manager to rude customers, and now she heads home to a cramped apartment and an aging cat whose vet bills she can ill afford. She isn’t scowling but more bemoaning in silence all that accosts her, and with grace and mercy I’ll end her troubles with a single shot to the head.

I jest. I don’t even own a gun! I understand I need to deliver a corpse, and I take this task seriously. It’s all I have left to live for. My goal? My ultimate purpose? I want you to disentangle. As the great Edgar Allan Poe tells us, the analyst “glories in that moral activ-ity.” In the end what will we discover? That the dead never actually die? Or that the living never really live? In the city of Richmond, Virginia, the distinction between the living and the dead can get blurry, on account of the Confederate ghosts who haunt the cobblestone streets. And who is Richmond’s most celebrated literary son? Why, none other than Edgar A. Poe himself. Where did Poe spend the last few months of his life before he mysteriously died? Some say he was murdered, and if he was indeed targeted, his killers were to be found in, yes, Richmond, the RVA.

And me? Well, I’m driving to Richmond as fate would have it, returning to my hometown for the first time in many years for my mother’s wedding, but you’ll have to wait for the details because I hate it when hack authors dump the backstory like a load of mulch. The waitress is passing about fifteen feet in front of me. Time to pounce. I hop out of my car. “Can I ask you a question?” I call out to her just as she pushes a button to unlock her Soul (made by Kia). Butterflies flutter away in my empty stomach that churns with tumult. I adore women who teeter on the brink of collapse and I often dream of rescuing trapped damsels from bad boyfriends or crushing solitude.

“Sure,” she replies after some hesitation. She must’ve concluded that I pose little risk and thus has the uncanny ability to see right through me. Or she has a blind spot that will be her undoing.


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Lilli de JongA NovelJanet Benton

Nan A. TaleseMay 2017

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JANET BENTON is a writer, teacher, and editor. She has taught creative writing, editing, and composition at four universities, and held editorial positions at Ms., Working Woman, and Kiwi. Her writing has appeared in The New York Times, and her short stories have been nominated for two Pushcart Prizes. She lives in Philadelphia. Lilli de Jong is her first novel.

In 1883 Philadelphia, Quaker schoolteacher Lilli de Jong finds herself faced with a seemingly impossible

task: how can she keep her infant daughter after being cast out by her family, abandoned by her fiancé, and rejected by society?After the unexpected death of her beloved mother, a prominent Quaker in their Germantown community, Lilli de Jong’s once-orderly life becomes increasingly unrecognizable. Her father eschews their faith by marrying a cousin from outside their religious community, and Lilli is forced to forfeit her position as a teacher. Shortly thereafter, her brother and her fiancé, Johann, leave for Pittsburgh to try their luck at the ironworks, promising to send for Lilli once they establish themselves. After succumbing to passion the night before Johann’s departure, Lilli soon finds herself unwed and pregnant, the subject of scandal.Retreating to a charitable home for wronged women, Lilli intends to give her daughter up for adoption. But when she grasps the Dickensian life awaiting Charlotte as the castoff of an unmarried woman, Lilli resolves that whatever their future may be, mother and child must stay together. And so she embarks upon the Herculean task of providing for herself and her daughter, while at every turn the pair are beset by judgment, misogyny, and misunderstanding. Lilli de Jong is a historical saga, an intimate romance, and a lasting testament to the transformative power of motherhood.

“Benton’s remarkable novel is historical fiction that transcends the genre and recalls a past world so thoroughly that it breathes upon the page. From the first sentence, Lilli’s sensitive, observant, determined voice casts an irresistible spell. Combines rich, carefully researched detail with an imaginative boldness that is a joy to behold, though reader, be warned—Lilli’s story may break your heart.”—Valerie Martin, author of The Ghost of the Mary Celeste

“With a historical eye akin to Geraldine Brooks and incisive prose matching that of Anthony Doerr, Benton magically weaves a gripping narrative of hardship, redemption and hope while illuminating a portrait of little-known history. Stunning! ”—Pam Jenoff, best-selling author of The Orphan’s Tale


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1883. 3rd mo. 16

Some moments set my heart on fire, and that’s when language seems the smallest. Yet precisely these bursts of feeling make me long to write. I sit now in a high-walled courtyard, amid the green smells and slanted light of early spring, with that familiar burning in my heart. I’ll need to destroy these pages before returning home, but no matter; for the first time since Mother’s death, words come to me.

I’ve lost more than I’ve gained in this year, my twenty-third. Yet I wish to tell of some good things. This small courtyard with its carved stone bench, for instance, which fast becomes my refuge. For with spring upon us, there is such a wellness in the out of doors. Crocuses peer from the melting snow. Budding trees sweeten the air with their exhalations. If I were at home, I’d have turned the soil in our kitchen garden today, and planted radish and lettuce seeds besides. For supper, I’d have made a soup from the hardy kale and onions that survived the winter.

But I’m not at home. I’m at the Philadelphia Haven for Women and Infants. I’ve fled the building to this sheltered patch of ground to escape the struggles of my roommate Nancy—who till this morning slept in a bed beside mine and now moans and yells from the birthing table. Her sounds are as guttural and plaintive as those of a dog with its leg clamped in a trap. Even the stoutest girls among us have gone pale from hearing, for each will have her turn soon, and then will return from disgrace only by giving up her offspring and denying its existence ever after—as I will do.

For Gina and me, who share a room with Nancy, the anxiousness began last night with Nancy’s moaning and tossing in her sleep. At dawn she awoke, her thighs and sheets wet with a watery fluid.

“No one came for me!” she wailed as Gina and I wiped her clean. She wasn’t crying from bodily pain, it seemed—not yet; she cried from understanding, at the age of sixteen, that her daily hope of rescue had reached its end. Her parents had sent her to domestic service in the city, and for three years they’d relied on the money she sent home to their farm. She lost her work due to her pregnancy, which arose from misplaced trust in a fellow servant, as she explained to us one whisper-filled night. Yet though she’d written many pleas, her parents had supplied no aid, made no visit, sent no letter of condolence.

Gina bent her head of dark curls to kiss Nancy’s cheek. I squeezed her hand. And despite the fact that Gina and I are in our ninth months too, we helped her down a flight of stairs and to the chamber of the Haven’s matron, Delphinia Partridge. At the door, we knocked and waited while Nancy hung about our shoulders, entranced by pain.

Soon the bleary matron emerged, clad in a worn blue dressing gown, her silver hair tucked beneath a sleeping cap. We walked to the delivery room, where she encouraged a shivering Nancy to lie upon the birthing table.

To Gina and me the matron said, “Wake up the cook. Tell her to fetch the doctor.” She motioned with her head toward the door. But Nancy grabbed Gina’s plump arm and held it. Her lips were pale from how hard she pressed them together.


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Full Wolf MoonA NovelLincoln Child

DoubledayMay 2017

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LINCOLN CHILD is the New York Times best-selling author of The Forgotten Room, The Third Gate, Terminal Freeze, Deep Storm, Death Match, and Utopia, as well as coauthor, with Douglas Preston, of numerous New York Times bestsellers, most recently Crimson Shore . He lives with his wife and daughter in Morristown, New Jersey.

The New York Times best-selling author of The Forgotten Room and Deep Storm is back with a new

thriller featuring Jeremy Logan, the renowned investigator of the supernatural and fantastic, as he follows the trail of a killer who cannot exist.

Legends, no matter how outlandish, often are grounded in reality. This has been the guiding principle behind the exhilarating career of Jeremy Logan, the ‘enigmologist’—an investigator who specializes in analyzing phenomena that have no obvious explanation—previously seen in the best-selling thrillers The Forgotten Room, The Third Gate, and Deep Storm. Logan has often found himself in situations where keeping an open mind could mean the difference between life and death, and that has never been more true than now.

Logan travels to an isolated writers’ retreat deep in the Adirondacks to finally work on his book when the remote community is rocked by the grisly discovery of a dead hiker on Desolation Mountain. The body has been severely mauled, but the unusual savagery of the bite and claw marks call into question the initial suspicions of a wild bear attack. There is no shortage of human suspects, and when Logan is asked to help investigate he also discovers no shortage of suspects capable of such an attack—and no shortage of locals willing to point the finger and spread incredible rumors. One rumor, too impossible to believe, has even the forest ranger believing in werewolves.

His most action-packed and white-knuckled novel to date, Full Wolf Moon is the perfect combination of exotic locales, provocative science, and raw action that make for a deeply entertaining Lincoln Child blockbuster.

Praise for The Forgotten Room:

“Electrifying. One of Child’s best yet.”—Library Journal, starred review

“Child’s novels are thrilling and tantalizing.”—Vince Flynn, #1 New York Times best-selling author of The Last Man

“Child’s characters are first-rate, as is his writing.”—The Washington Post Book World

New York Times Best-selling Author



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DoubledayJuly 2017

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DANIEL H. WILSON is the best-selling author of Robopocalypse, Robogenesis, Amped, How to Survive a Robot Uprising, Where’s My Jetpack?, How to Build a Robot Army, The Mad Scientist Hall of Fame, and Bro-Jitsu: The Martial Art of Sibling Smackdown.

The Clockwork DynastyA NovelDaniel H. Wilson

From the New York Times best-selling author of Robopocalypse comes an epic new thriller about a

race of ageless, human-like machines hiding among us for untold centuries.

Deep in the rugged landscape of Eastern Oregon, a young anthropologist named June uncovers an exquisite artifact containing a message addressed to the court of Peter Alexyovich, Russian Tsar, also known as Peter the Great. The message ends on a cryptic word that will change everything: Avtomat.

Spanning the centuries in a riveting dual narrative, Daniel Wilson’s masterful new novel tells the story of Peter and Elena, two human-like mechanical beings known as avtomat, or automated beings, as they become aware in the time of Tsarist Russia. Their struggle to serve in the court of the Tsar while blending in, and survive amid those who wish to annihilate them, will take Peter and Elena across Russia, and ultimately across the centuries.

Wilson seamlessly intertwines past and present, while exploring the provocative intersection of robotics and historical fact. Greek craftsmen constructed the ‘Antikythera’ mechanism one hundred years before the birth of Christ—the earliest evidence of our fascination with robots. But outside of recorded history lie legends of mechanized warriors who pass as human, serving as weapons of unspeakable power that would change the course of history. A leader who controlled one of these creations would be unstoppable. In this heart-pounding thrill ride filled with exhilarating technology, breathtaking vision, and non-stop action, Wilson has created his most sophisticated and entertaining novel to date.

Praise for Robogenesis:

“A galloping sci-fi account of a war between man and machine. Grade: A.”—Entertainment Weekly

“An astounding novel.”—Booklist, starred review

“Wilson’s imagination gains new heights. Rife with promises we can’t wait for him to keep.”—BookPage


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EXCERPT OREGON, Present

The artifact is the size of a small child, a hard weight against my fingers. Her glinting metal bones poke through faded lace. A cherubic porcelain face peeks out of the yellowed fabric, cheeks etched with a patina of fine cracks, lips pursed and faded red, eyes bright, black and smooth. At a glance, the machine looks like a child. But what I’m cradling in my arms is far more strange.

For a start, this child is over three-hundred-years old.

The Old Believer who let me into this stuffy church alcove is standing in the doorway, staring at me from the depths of his black beard, the stray hairs of it climbing his cheeks. It’s hard to figure out his age under all that hair, but it’s easy to see the discomfort in his lucid blue eyes. Tall and bent, the cloth of his black robe turns him into a gloomy shadow, a grim reaper watching my every move.

In contrast to the women of the church, who wear prairie dresses, their beautiful hair twisted into thick braids hidden under silk hats—I’ve got a pair of safety goggles hanging around my neck and blue Latex gloves on my hands. In dusty black jeans, my dirty hair is up in a haphazard ponytail.

It’s my third week on the road, and I’m way beyond caring.

I lay the porcelain girl on a black pad spread over a gothic oaken desk. My usual work-space at the university doesn’t have hand-carved cuckoos and clusters of ivy teased out of solid wood, but I’m used to making do with whatever I find in the field.

“Is he going to stare at us like that the whole day?” I ask Oleg, my translator.

“Probably,” he replies, not looking at me,

Oleg is sitting on a stool, leaning his elbows on his knees. The stocky man smells like cigarettes and aftershave. He’s consistently rude and impatient—and I’m pretty sure he’s been cursing at me in Ukrainian—but the benefactor that funds my travel decided that Oleg speaks the right languages.

From my tool roll, I slide out a plastic probe and pry open tthe lace dress to reveal interlocking cogs and gears. This artifact isn’t anything close to a real girl, but she’s a lot more complex than a porcelain doll.

She is a classic court automaton, built during the Renaissance—one of many, though most are lost. Once upon a time, these artifacts were gifted to the world’s wealthiest, most powerful human beings. Their owners kept these primitive robots locked in wonder rooms and art collections while they argued over whether the devices were animated by demons, angels, or natural magic.


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SWAN HUNTLEY earned her MFA from Columbia University. She’s received f e l l o w s h i p s f r o m t h e MacDowell Colony and the Ragdale Foundation. She lives in California and Hawaii.

DoubledayAugust 2017

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The Descendants meets Single White Female in this captivating novel about a woman who moves her

family to Hawaii, only to find herself wrapped up in a dangerous friendship, from the celebrated author of We Could Be Beautiful.

When Nancy and her family arrive in Kona, Hawaii, they are desperate for a fresh start. Nancy’s husband has cheated on her, they sleep in separate bedrooms, and their twin sons have been acting out, setting off illegal fireworks. But Hawaii is paradise: they plant an orange tree in the yard, they share a bed once again, and Nancy resolves to make a happy life for herself. She starts taking a yoga class and there she meets Ana, the charismatic teacher. Ana has short, black hair, a warm smile, and a hard-won wisdom that resonates deeply within Nancy. They are soon spending all their time together, sharing dinners, relaxing in Ana’s hot tub, driving around Kona in the cute little car Ana helps Nancy buy. As Nancy grows closer and closer to Ana, skipping family dinners and leaving the twins to their own devices, she feels a happiness and understanding unlike anything she’s ever experienced and she knows that she will do anything Ana asks of her. A mesmerizing story of friendship and manipulation set against the idyllic tropical world of the Big Island, The Goddesses is a stunning psychological novel by one of our most exciting young writers.

The GoddessesA NovelSwan Huntley

Praise for We Could Be Beautiful:

“A riveting psychological thriller, Huntley’s debut takes you inside the world of Manhattan’s elite—and keeps you on tenterhooks.”—People, “Book of the Week”

“Full of secrets and a quickly moving plot, this is the per-fect addition to your reading list, and the perfect book for fans of The Girl on The Train.”—Bustle

“Sharp, hilarious and thrillingly unsettling. This well-craft-ed page-turner about a woman trapped in a gilded cage of her own creation is a sheer pleasure to read; it’s also complex and multilayered, much like the characters that inhabit it.”—Stephanie Clifford, New York Times best-selling author of Everybody Rise


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We came here to escape. Escape our mistakes, our boring selves. Escape the constant feeling of being half-asleep, escape our house–the tedious moan of that garage door, the roof we promised to fix every time it rained. Escape dry heat and coyotes and the roads we knew by heart – we knew where those would take us. In paradise, there would be new roads and new routines. Different friends, a different house. A different life. In paradise, we would be different.

Chuck had cheated on me with his assistant manager. That was the main reason we left. Her name was Shelly and Shelly was blonde and Shelly was everywhere. Every blonde woman in San Diego was Shelly until something confirmed it wasn’t–wrong car, wrong walk, wrong face. The real Shelly–I never saw her after the affair, but it was bound to hap-pen at some point. She lived close by.

I probably never would have found out if Shelly hadn’t called to confess. She just had to get this off her chest, she said, it was eating her alive. She swore it had only happened that one time. She’d quit the job right afterwards to make sure it would never happen again. She was so so so so sorry and she was crying very hard.

Chuck was sorry, too. He hadn’t been thinking clearly. They’d been drinking, one thing had led to another. He actually said, “It’s almost like someone else did this, not me. It’s hard to explain.” I said, “But it was you, Chuck. You did this. After 18 years, this is what you did.”When the transfer opportunity for Costco Kona came up and Chuck was elected for it, he said, “Maybe Hawaii will remind us why we love each other.”

When he said that, it was hard not to imagine Hawaii in the way it’s always advertised – a fit couple at sunset under a neon pink sky – and this was very stupid. I also wondered if it could be us. Later, after the anger passed. Later, after I forgave him. Later, after I could trust him again. If any of that was possible.

The twins were stoked. That’s how they said it, one right after the other. “Stoked,” Jed said. “Stoked,” Cam said. They’d miss their friends, but their friends could visit. They’d miss their team, but the incoming coach that year was supposed to suck anyway. Kealakehe’s water polo coach had been a big wave surfer – that was rad. And they could start surfing. And when their friends came to visit, they could take their friends surfing. It was all just going to be totally sweet. “Plus, Mom,” Cam said, “you love mangoes.”

There were reasons other than Shelly to leave. I did love mangoes. And I’d only been to Hawaii once, when I was eleven, which barely counted anymore. I’d lived in San Diego my entire almost-50 years of life, and my days had begun to feel like the same spin in the same hamster wheel. Same postman at the same time delivering the same bills. Same gro-cery store, same place I always parked. Same mini-van under the same tree. I’d been trying to lose the same five pounds for the last 30 years. When had I become so redundant? And joyless? Was it normal that everything I did had the same tone as flossing? I don’t want to do this, but I should do this. I wasn’t ready to call myself depressed – my mother had been depressed and killed herself and I was nowhere close to that – but I strongly felt I could be happier. Still, a part of me wanted to say no, wanted to hang on, wanted to clutch my little hamster claws to the familiar wheel and stay. But I knew I couldn’t do that. If I said no, it would prove I had truly lost hope that life could be better than this.

“One year,” Chuck said. “If things aren’t going well in a year, we can always come back.”



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A Lowcountry HeartReflections on a Writing LifePat Conroy

Nan A TaleseOctober 2016

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PAT CONROY was the author of eleven books, including The Water is Wide, The Great Santini, The Lords of Discipline, The Prince of Tides, My Losing Season, and Beach Music before he died in March 2016 at the age of seventy.

Final words and heartfelt remembrances from best-selling author Pat Conroy take center stage in this

winning collection of blog posts, interviews, and magazine articles spanning Pat’s long literary career, supplemented by touching pieces from Pat’s many friends.

After his untimely death in early 2016, Pat Conroy’s legions of fans were left bereft. Fortunately, this volume collects some of Conroy’s most charming pieces of short nonfiction, many of them addressed directly to his readers with his habitual greeting, “Hey Out There.” Ranging across diverse subjects such as favorite recent reads, the challenge of motivating to exercise, processing the loss of dearly-missed friends, Conroy’s lighthearted and eminently memorable blogs offer a unique window into the life of a true titan of Southern writing.

A Lowcountry Heart also includes many of Conroy’s most beloved speeches and interviews, and a beautiful introduction from his widow, the novelist Cassandra King. Finally, the collection turns to remembrances of “The Great Conroy,” as he is lovingly titled by friends. This moving tribute is sure to be a cherished keepsake for any true Conroy fan, and a lasting monument to one of the best-loved writers of contemporary American letters.

Praise for Pat Conroy:

“Conroy’s writing contains a virtue now rare in most contemporary fiction: passion.”—Denver Post

“Reading Pat Conroy is like watching Michelangelo paint the Sistine Chapel.”—Houston Chronicle


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Hey Out There,

When I used to keep journals on a fairly regular basis, I thought I was reporting on my own spooky, invisible interior life. This letter—or blog—has the same feel to it, and I find it a great warmup for a day at the writing table. After a month of traveling and running my mouth (is there anyone on earth sicker of the sound of his own voice than me?), I’ve re-turned to work on the book called The Death of Santini. I’ve written more about my parents than any writer in the history of the world, and I still return to their mysterious effigies as I try to figure out what it all means—some kind of annunciation or maybe even a summing up. They still exert immense control over me even though they’ve been dead for so long. But I can conjure up their images without exerting a thimbleful of effort. Both of them act like lawyers on call, and they seem to take pleasure in their daily visits to plead their cases before their seven children.

I was on the phone with my Brother Jim the other night when he tossed me this little circle of gold from our past. Jim is a hotshot salesman who works for Ruiz Foods, based in Fresno, California. He is called the “dark one” in the family, and it is a sobriquet well-earned, although there are mother-lodes of darkness in each one of us. Jim told me about the last time he visited our grandmother Stanny in her last years in assisted living in Orlando. Jim’s work brought him to the area every six months. Toward the end, Stanny got dementia and she never recognized Jim when he came to see her. On the last time he saw her, Jim entered Stanny’s room and gave her a kiss on the cheek as she sat in her wheelchair.

“Hello, young man,” she said. “I don’t believe I know you, do I?”“Yes, you do, Stanny,” Jim replied.“Could you explain how?”“I’d be happy to, Stanny. I’m your grandson, Jim. I’m the fifth child of your daughter, Peg Conroy. My father is Don Conroy.”“Oh, no. That couldn’t be true,” Stanny said.“It’s true, Stanny,” Jim told her. “I’m the fifth child of Peg and Don Conroy. Remember, Pat’s the oldest? Then there is Carol, Mike and Kathy. I came right after them. Tim and Tom were your last grandchildren born in that family.”“No, that just can’t be true,” Stanny argued.“Why not, Stanny?” Jim asked, puzzled.“Because my daughter Peggy was a very beautiful woman. Her husband Don was a very handsome man.”“That’s true, but I still don’t get it, Stanny.”Stanny looked hard at Jim and said, “You are a very ugly young man. You could not possibly be their son.”

As Jim told the story I waited for the “dark one” to emerge. He did when he told our grandmother, “Hey, Stanny. Have you looked in the mirror lately?”

Jim reported that both he and Stanny laughed so hard that he thought they would cry. Humor has always been the redemptive angel in the Conroy’s sad history. With this family, I shall never grow hungry from lack of material.


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KnopfOctober 2016

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PETER COZZENS is the author of sixteen acclaimed books on the American Civil War and the Indian Wars of the American West, and is on the Advisory Council of the Lincoln Prize. He also is a former Foreign Service Officer. In 2002 Cozzens received the American Foreign Service Association’s highest honor, the William Rivkin Award, given annually to one Foreign Service Officer for exemplary moral courage, integrity, and creative dissent. Cozzens lives in Maryland.

The epic history of the struggle between whites and Native Americans over the fate of the West.

For Americans in the late nineteenth century, the most important issue facing the country was settling the lands west of the Mississippi. With the end of the Civil War the nation recommenced its expansion, bringing farmers, miners, and other settlers onto lands traditionally claimed by Indian tribes, setting off a wide-ranging conflict that would last more than three decades.The Earth is Weeping is a sweeping, magisterial history of the wars and negotiations that destroyed the Indian way of life even as they paved the way for the emergence of the United States we know today. Peter Cozzens gives us both sides in intimate detail: for Indians, the growing sense of encroachment, the spiritual worldview of warriors, the tribal conflicts over whether to fight or make peace. He also illustrates the dreary and squalid lives of the soldiers posted to the frontier, the generals who often sympathized with their native enemies even as they drove them onto reservations, and the ethical quandaries of political leaders faced with a populace hungry for growth at all costs. Above all this is a book about the West and the action moves from the plains of Kansas and Nebraska to the Southwestern desert to the Black Hills of the Dakotas and the verdant Pacific Northwest. We encounter a pag-eant of fascinating characters including Custer, Sherman, Grant, and a host of other American figures, as well as the great native leaders such as Crazy Horse, Sitting Bull, Geronimo, and Red Cloud. For the first time The Earth is Weeping brings them all together in the fullest account to date of how the West was won.

The Earth is WeepingThe Epic Story of the Indian Wars for the American WestPeter Cozzens

“One of our finest working historians has taken on a massive chunk of Native American history and delivered it with power, style, and insight. I have never read better, more concise, or more entertaining versions of the Little Bighorn story, Geronimo’s wild run to glory, the Ute War, or Captain Jack’s rebellion in the northwest.”—S.C. Gwynne, author of Empire of the Summer Moon and Rebel Yell

“An elegantly written narrative of one of the great sagas in American history, and better than Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee.”—James Donovan, author of A Terrible Glory


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EXCERPTOn the morning of March 26, 1863, two weeks before the opening of their New York extravaganza, the Indians and their interpreter had filed into the East Room of the White House through a murmuring throng of cabinet secretaries, foreign diplomats, and distin-guished curiosity seekers. “Maintaining that dignity or stolidity characteristic of the stoics of the woods,” a Washington journalist told his readers, “they quietly seated themselves on the carpet in a semi-circle, and with an air of recognition to the destiny of greatness to be gazed at, seemed quite satisfied with the brilliancy of their own adornings and colorings.”After a fifteen minute wait, President Lincoln strode into the room and asked the chiefs if they had anything to say. Lean Bear arose. As the crowd of dignitaries pressed closer, Lean Bear momentarily lost his composure. The chief stammered that he had much to say, but was so nervous that he needed a chair. Two chairs were brought, and Lincoln sat down opposite the chief. Cradling his long-stem pipe, Lean Bear spoke, hesitantly at first, but with a growing eloquence. He told Lincoln that his invitation had traveled a long way to reach them, and the chiefs had traveled far to hear his counsel. He had no pockets in which to hide the Great Father’s words, but would treasure them in his heart and faithfully carry them back to his people.

Lean Bear addressed Lincoln as an equal. The president, he said, lived in splendor with a finer lodge, yet he, Lean Bear, too was like the president, a great chief at home. The Great Father must counsel his white children to abstain from acts of violence so that both Indians and whites might travel safely across the Plains. Lean Bear deplored the white-man’s war then raging in the East and prayed for its end. He closed with a reminder to Lincoln that as chiefs of their peoples, he and the other Indian leaders must return home, and Lean Bear asked the president to expedite their departure.

Then Lincoln spoke. He began with good-humored but marked condescension, telling the chiefs of wonders beyond their imagination, of “pale-faced people” in the room who had come from distant countries, of the earth being a “great, round ball teeming with whites.” He called for a globe and had a professor show them the ocean and the continents, the many countries populated with whites, and finally the broad swath of beige representing the Great Plains of the United States.

The geography lesson over, Lincoln turned somber. “You have asked for my advice...I can only say that I can see no way in which your race is to become as numerous and prosperous as the white race excepting living as they do, by the cultivation of the earth. It is the object of this government,” continued Lincoln, “to be on terms of peace with you and with all our red brethren….and if our children should sometimes behave badly and violate treaties, it is against our wish. You know,” he added, “it is not always possible for any father to have his children do precisely as he wishes them to do.” Lincoln said an officer called the Commissioner of Indian Affairs would see to their early return west. The chiefs were given bronzed-copper peace medals and papers signed by Lincoln attesting to their friendship with the government, after which Lean Bear thanked the president and the council concluded.

The chiefs stay in Washington did not end, however. As if the journey east had not sufficed to demonstrate the power of the white people, for ten days the Commissioner of Indian Affairs insisted on shuffling the delegation from one government building and army fortification to another. Then Agent Colley accepted P. T. Barnum’s invitation to New York. By the time the Indians boarded a train for Denver on April 30, 1863, they had been in the white cities nearly a month.


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From the author of Why We Get Fat, a groundbreaking investigation into sugar which concludes that it’s

worse for you than you thought.

Something is very wrong with the way we eat. Diabetes is more prevalent today than ever; obesity is at epidemic proportions. Almost 10% of children in the United States alone are thought to have non-alcoholic fatty liver disease. What aspect of our food or lifestyle could make fat accumulate in the liver? Gary Taubes has a culprit in mind, and he’s taking sugar to trial.

With his signature command of both science and straight talk, Taubes delves into our history with sugar, tracing its uses as a preservative, an additive to improve the taste of cigarettes, and the contemporary rise of high-fructose corn syrup. Meanwhile, he tells us what researchers and scholars have learned about our addiction to sweets (which permeate the food we buy and eat). He clarifies the arguments against sugar (it’s more than empty calories), correcting misconceptions (you can’t lose weight just by eating less of anything—it takes removing sugar to improve insulin resistance, which speeds weight loss), and providing the perspective necessary to make informed decisions on sugar as individuals and as a society. In this persuasive, eye-opening exposé, Taubes makes the convincing case that sugar is the tobacco of the new millennium: backed by powerful lobbies, entrenched in our lives as a habit and reward, and making us very sick.

KnopfDecember 2016

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The Case Against SugarGary Taubes

G A R Y T A U B E S i s c o - f o u n d e r a n d s e n i o r Scientific Advisor of the Nutrition Science Initiative (NuSi) . He’s an award-winning science and health journalist, and the author of Why We Get Fat and Good Calories, Bad Calories . A former staff writer for Discover and correspondent for the journal Science, his writing has also appeared in The New York Times Magazine , The Atlantic , and Esquire, and has been included in numerous Best of anthologies, including The Best of the Best American Science Writing (2010). He has received three Science in Society Journalism Awards from the National Association of Science Writers. He is also the recipient of a Robert Wood Johnson Foundation Investigator Award in Health Policy Research.

“A carefully reasoned, persuasive account . . . Taubes once again presents a compelling argument that will chal-lenge our knowledge about the connection between food and health—it’s a must-read for anyone who wants to understand the impact of the ingredients we eat.”—Nathan Myhrvold, lead author of Modernist Cuisine: The Art and Science of Cooking

“The brilliant Taubes manages to make a complex sci-entific subject easy to understand. A riveting history of ideas, a clear analysis of evidence, and an utterly persua-sive argument that sugar is the new tobacco. He answers every counter-argument as he exposes bad research, reveals conflicts of interest, and explodes myths.”—Gretchen Rubin, author of The Happiness Project


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What if Roald Dahl and Michael Pollan are right? If the taste of sugar on the tongue, as Pollan suggests, can be a kind of intoxification, if the sweet shop can be to the children of Wales in the 1920s what a bar is to a drunk, doesn’t it suggest the possibility that sugar itself is indeed an intoxicant—a drug? So let’s begin with a thought experiment. Imagine a drug that can intoxicate us, infuse us with energy, and can do so when taken by mouth. It doesn’t have to be injected, smoked or snorted to experience its sublime and soothing effects. Imagine that it mixes well with virtually every food and particularly liquids, and when given to infants, provokes a feeling of pleasure so profound and intense that its pursuit becomes a driving force in their lives. While overconsumption of this drug may have long term side effects that manifest over the course of years or decades, there are none in the short term—no staggering and dizziness, no slurring of speech, no passing out or drifting away, no heart palpitations or respiratory distress. When given to children, its effects may be only more extreme variations on the apparently natural emotional roller coaster of childhood, from the initial intoxication to the tantrums and whining of what appears to be withdrawal a few hours later. More than anything, our imaginary drug makes children happy, at least for the period during which they’re consuming it. It calms their distress, eases their pain, focuses their attention and then leaves them excited and full of joy until the dose wears off. The only downside is that potential roller coaster of withdrawal, of coming down from on high, and the possibility that children might always come to expect another dose, perhaps to demand it, when distressed in the future. How long would it take before parents took to using our imaginary drug to calm their children when necessary, to alleviate pain, prevent outbursts of unhappiness or distract attention? And once it became identified with pleasure, if not synonymous with it, how long before it was used to celebrate major events like birthdays and even minor events —the successful conclusion of a soccer game, the pay-off for accompanying a parent on an expedition to the mall? How long before it became a way to communicate love and celebrate happiness, in which no gathering of family and friends was complete without it, before major holidays and celebrations were defined in part by the use of this drug to assure at least some happiness of the kind we’ve now come to expect.How long would it take before this drug, as the anthropologist Sidney Mintz has said about sugar, would demonstrate “a near invulnerability to moral attack;” before even suggesting such a thought experiment like this is portrayed as “a desperate measure, doomed to failure, fundamentally dishonest and morally reprehensible”—the nutritional equivalent of stealing Christmas, of spoiling “an innocent moment of pleasure, a balm amid the stress of life?” And if there were chronic effects to this habit—physical ailments that did indeed manifest twenty, thirty maybe even forty years out—would we be able to identify the cause, if the entire population had been using or partaking since early childhood? We could identify cigarettes as the cause of lung cancer, because smokers could be compared to non-smokers and the distinction between them was clear. But what if everyone in a population had been using this particular drug since their earliest memories, perhaps some more than others, but all at levels that say a century or two ago would have been considered enormous—unprecedented? The tools of the epidemiologists in this case would be mostly useless. How would we know that this particular drug was accelerating our demise, killing us prematurely? And even if we knew, would we keep using anyway, well, because everyone else does and what would life be without it?


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Everything Under the HeavensHow The Past Helps Shape China’s Push for Global PowerHoward W. French

KnopfMarch 2017

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HOWARD W. FRENCH wrote from Africa for The Washington Post and The New York Times. At the Times, he was bureau chief in Latin America and the Caribbean, West and Central Africa, Japan, and China. He is the recipient of two Overseas Press Club awards and is a two-time Pulitzer Prize nominee. The author of China’s Second Continent, and A Continent for the Taking: The Tragedy and Hope of Africa, and co-author of Disappearing Shanghai: Photographs and Poems of an Intimate Way of Life, he has written for The Atlantic, The New York Review of Books, The New York Times Magazine, and Rolling Stone, among other national publications. He is on the faculty of the Columbia University Graduate School of Journalism. He lives in New York.

From the author of China’s Second Continent, an investigation of China’s ideological development as

it becomes an ever more aggressive player in regional and global diplomacy.

For many years after its reform and opening in 1978, China maintained an attitude of false modesty about its ambitions. That role, reports Howard French has been set aside. China has asserted its place among the global heavyweights, revealing its ambitions for pan-Asian dominance by building its navy, increasing territorial claims to areas like the South China Sea, and diplomatically bullying smaller players. Underlying this attitude is a strain of thinking that casts China’s present-day actions in decidedly historical terms, as the path to restoring the dynastic glory of the past. Understanding how that historical identity relates to current actions, in ways ideological, philosophical, and even legal, can help us forecast just what kind of global power China stands to become. Grounded in deeply-researched history as well as on-the-ground reporting, this is French at his revelatory best.

“French very lucidly lays out a guide to thinking about the next stage in China’s evolution, and the positive signs and danger signals to be watching for.”—James Fallows, author of China Airborne

“An absorbing and penetrating dissection of the deep roots of China’s claims to large swathes of the oceans of Japan and south-east Asia, with profound implications for control over vitally important global trade. ”—Richard McGregor, author of The Party: The Secret World of China’s Communist Rulers

“With Everything Under the Heavens, Howard French brings us a wonderfully well-researched and elegantly written book . . . If you’re wondering why this singular country acts as it does, this volume will go a long way to explaining it.”—Orville Schell, Director, The Arthur Ross Director, Center on US Relations, Asia Society


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During most of the second half of the twentieth century, including most of the Maoist era, Beijing took a relatively relaxed attitude toward Japan, eagerly absorbing its technology and increasingly massive investments and studying its successes once China’s so-called reform and opening period got underway in the early 1980s. As it did so, Beijing assiduously deemphasized the divisive past. China similarly took a largely accepting view of American military primacy in East Asia in the post-Mao era. In hindsight, with both of these positions having changed dramatically recently, in the space of less than a decade marked by sharp national ascent, one is tempted to say that China simply made a pragmatic calculation that it was too weak to do anything about either of these situations and should therefore concentrate on quietly building its strength. This it has certainly done, and today, as Chinese self-regard has swollen, along with China’s newfound power, Japan has returned to the center of the Chinese gaze in the form of a bull’s-eye; the focus of Beijing’s approach to the country (and indeed to the entire sea-bound region that once defined the tribute system, and especially Vietnam and the Philippines) is to restore what from the perspective of the Central Kingdom is considered the natural order. This, it must be said, is not merely the preoccupation of the Chinese state, though. It has also increasingly become a consuming obsession of rising populist nationalism. Success or failure in this grand pursuit, therefore, will go far in determining the legitimacy of China’s leaders, from the assertive incumbent president, Xi Jinping onward, and indeed could well decide the survival or failure of the Chinese Communist Party.

China’s ultimate goal, however, is not to merely restore a semblance of the region’s old order, an updated kind of tributary system in which the nations of Southeast Asia or even a wealthy and customarily diffident Japan will have no choice but to hitch its fortunes to it and bow to Beijing’s authority. A larger, more ambitious goal is already now edging into view. This ambition, evident from behavior even if still not fully avowed, involves supplanting American power and influence in this region as an irreplaceable stepping-stone along the way to becoming a true global power in the twenty-first century. Shi Yinhong, one of China’s most influential foreign policy thinkers has written that Xi’s goal is “to give [China] a dominant role in Asia and the Western Pacific – at the cost of the U.S.’s ascendancy.” In a conversation with me, he added, “the West shouldn’t think so much about integrating China into the Western liberal order, but rather try to accommodate China.” This, he said, would ultimately mean having the United States accept military parity with China in the Pacific, and the ceding of what he called a “narrow but substantial span of strategic space” for China in the nearby seas, and a loosening of America’s alliance structure in the region.

Even though he is a respected insider, Shi’s vision is provisional and anything but official. It points us, nonetheless toward perhaps the most important question there is in the realm of international relations in this era: what kind of power China is likely to become? What follows is an attempt to make an extended reading of the country’s long past in order to comprehend how it has conceived of and used its power historically. Drawing on these traditions and exploring a number of deeply engrained Chinese reflexes, my aim is to inform our sense of how China might exercise its growing national power in the decades ahead.


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The Imagineers of WarThe Untold Story of DARPA, the Pentagon Agency That Changed the WorldSharon Weinberger

KnopfMarch 2017

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SHARON WEINBERGER is the national security editor at The Intercept and the author of Imaginary Weapons: A Journey Through the Pentagon’s Scientific Underworld. She is currently a fellow at the Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study at Harvard University and a Global Fellow at the Woodrow Wilson International Center for Scholars. She has also held fellowships at MIT’s Knight Science Journalism program, the International Reporting Program at Johns Hopkins Paul H. Nitze School of Advanced International Studies, and Northwestern University’s Medill School of Journalism, She has written on military science and technology for Nature, BBC, Discover, Slate, Wired, and The Washington Post.

The definitive history of the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency—the most authoritative

account we have of the Pentagon agency that has quietly shaped war and technology around the world for nearly sixty years. Founded in 1958 in response to the launch of Sputnik, DARPA has been responsible for countless inventions and technologies that have evolved from the agency’s mission: forward-thinking solutions to the Pentagon’s challenges. Sharon Weinberger gives us a riveting account of DARPA’s successes and failures, useful innovations and wild-eyed schemes: we see how the nuclear threat sparked investment in computer networking, which led to the internet, as well as plans to power a missile-seeking particle beam by draining the Great Lakes . . . how, in Vietnam, DARPA developed technology for the world’s first armed drones and was also responsible for Agent Orange . . . how DARPA’s recent success with self-driving cars is counterbalanced with its disappointing contributions to the Afghanistan and Iraq wars. Weinberger has spoken to dozens of former DARPA and Pentagon officials—many of whom had never been interviewed before about their work with the agency—and synthesized countless documents obtained under the Freedom of Information Act. The result is a riveting history of a meeting point of science, technology, and politics.


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Agencies, like people, make sense of themselves through stories. And like people, they are selective about the facts that go into their stories, and as time passes, the stories are increasingly suspect and often apocryphal. No other research organization has a history as rich, complex, important, and at times strange, as DARPA. Whether it was a mechanical elephant to trudge through the jungles of Vietnam or a jetpack for Special Forces, DARPA’s projects have been ambitious, sometimes to the point of absurdity. Some of these fanciful ideas, like the concept of an invisible aircraft named after a fictional, eight-foot-tall rabbit, actually succeeded, but many more failed.

At some point, the successes, and the failures, began to get smaller, because the problems assigned to the agency grew narrower. The key to DARPA’s success in the past was not just its flexibility, but also its focus on solving high-level national security problems. DARPA today runs the risk of irrelevancy, creating marvelous innovations that have, unlike previous years, little impact on either the way the military fights, or the way we live our lives. The price of success is failure, and the price of an important success is a significant failure, and the consequences of both should be weighed in assessing any institution’s legacy. Conversely, if the stakes are not high, then neither the successes nor the failures matter, and that is where the agency is in danger of heading today, investing in technological novelties that are unlikely to have a significant impact on national security.

Current DARPA officials may disagree with this pessimistic assessment of the agency’s current role, or argue about which failures, and successes, should be highlighted. Yet the research for this book is based on thousands of pages of documents, many recently declassified, held in archives around the country, and hundreds of hours of interviews with former DARPA officials. Most past directors, share a very similar sentiment: DARPA continues to produce good solutions to problems, but the problems it is assigned, or assigns itself, are no longer critical to national security. To understand why this narrowing of scope happened, it is important to examine the real history of DARPA. The agency’s origins may begin with the space race, but DARPA’s legacy lies elsewhere.


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The Souls of ChinaThe Return of Religion After MaoIan Johnson“Guides us on a tour of the rituals, festivals, and above all some of the remarkable characters who make up the new Chinese religious word. This is a beautiful, moving, and insightful book.”—Michael Szonyi, author of Cold War Island

“A rich, informative, and timely book, which explores a major aspect of Chinese life. Johnson carries erudition lightly and describes the people and events with deep insights and personal involvement. The writing shows long dedication and meticulous research. It’s a tremen-dous accomplishment.”—Ha Jin

“Embodies critical insights into Chinese society and its looming existential concerns. His engaging stories reflect a deep understanding of Chinese traditional religions. His tripartite masterpiece Wild Grass and his newest book, The Souls of China, are the most remarkable works to come from a western author in the past two decades.”—Liao Yiwu, exiled Chinese author of God is Red, The Corpsewalker, and For a Song and a Hundred Songs

From the Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist: a revelatory portrait of religion in China today—its history, the

spiritual traditions of its Eastern and Western faiths, and the ways in which it is influencing China’s future.

Following a century of violent anti-religious campaigns, China is now awash with new temples, churches and mosques—as well as cults, sects, and politicians trying to harness religion for their own ends. Driving this explosion of faith is uncertainty—over what it means to be Chinese, and how to live an ethical life in a country that discarded traditional morality a century ago and is still searching for new guideposts. Ian Johnson lived for extended periods with underground church members, rural Daoists, and Buddhist pilgrims. He has distilled these experiences into a cycle of festivals, births, deaths, detentions, and struggle—a great awakening of faith that is shaping the soul of the world’s newest superpower.

PantheonApril 2017

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IAN JOHNSON is a regular contributor to The New York Review of Books, The New York Times, and his work has also appeared in The New Yorker and National Geographic. He is an advising editor for the Journal of Asian Studies, and teaches a course on religion in Beijing. He is the author of two other books that also focus on the intersection of politics and religion: Wild Grass: Three Stories of Change in China, and A Mosque in Munich: Nazis, the CIA, and the Rise of the Muslim Brotherhood in the West. He splits his time between Beijing and Berlin.


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EXCERPTThe Ni family’s pilgrimage to Miaofengshan is part of one of the great religious revivals of our time. Across China, hundreds of temples, mosques and churches open each year, attracting millions of new worshippers. The precise figures are often debated, but even a casual visitor to China cannot miss the signs: new churches dotting the countryside, temples being rebuilt or massively expanded, and new government policies that encourage traditional values. Progress is not linear—churches are demolished, temples run for tourism, and debates about morality manipulated for political gain—but the overall direction is clear. Faith and values are returning to the center of a national discussion over how to organize Chinese life.This is not the China we used to know. For decades, we have been accustomed to thinking of China as a country where religion, faith, and values are marginal. Our images of Chinese people are overwhelmingly economic or political: of diligent workers in vast factories, nouveau riche flaunting their wealth, farmers toiling in polluted fields, or dissidents being locked up. When we do hear of Chinese people and faith, it is either about victims—Chinese Christians forced to worship underground—or exotic stories of whacky people walking backward in parks, hugging trees, or joining scary cults.All of this exists and is true, but misses a bigger point: that hundreds of millions of Chinese are consumed with doubt about their society, and turning to religion and faith for answers that they do not find in the radically secular world constructed around them. They wonder what more there is to life than materialism, and what makes a good life. As one person I interviewed for this book told me: “We thought we were unhappy because we were poor. But now a lot of us aren’t poor anymore and yet we’re still unhappy. We realize there’s something missing and that’s a spiritual life.” Most surprisingly, this quest is centered in China’s heartland: a huge swath of land running roughly from Beijing in the north to Hong Kong in the south, Shanghai in the east to Chengdu in the west. This used to be called “China proper,” and for twenty-five centuries has been the center of Chinese culture and civilization, the birthplace of its poets and prophets, the scene of its most famous wars and coups, the setting for its novels and plays, the home of its holiest mountains and most sacred temples. This is where Chinese civilization was born and flourished, and this is where the country’s economic and political life is still focused. We have long known that China’s ethnic minorities—especially the Tibetans and Uighurs—have valued religion, sometimes as a form of resistance against an oppressive state. But now we find a similar or even greater spiritual thirst among the ethnic Chinese who make up 91 percent of the country’s population. Instead of being a salve for China’s marginal people, it is a quest for meaning among those who have benefited most from China’s economic takeoff. This is why this book focuses on ethnic Chinese, also called Han Chinese. They dominate China’s economic, political and spiritual life; their journey, for better or worse, is China’s journey.


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The definitive insider’s history of the genetic revolution—significantly updated to reflect the

discoveries of the last decade.

James D. Watson, the Nobel laureate whose pioneering work helped unlock the mystery of DNA’s structure, charts the greatest scientific journey of our time, from the discovery of the double helix to today’s controversies to what the future may hold. Updated to include new findings in gene editing, epigenetics, agricultural chemistry, as well as two entirely new chapters on personal genomics and cancer research. This is the most comprehensive and authoritative exploration of DNA’s impact—practical, social, and ethical—on our society and our world.

KnopfMay 2017

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DNAThe Story of the Genetic Revolution, Revised and UpdatedJames D. Watson, Andrew Berry, & Kevin Davies

JAMES D. WATSON was director of the Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory in New York, and was the first director of the National Center for Human Genome Research of the National Institutes of Health. He has received the Presidential Medal of Freedom, the National Medal of Science, and, with Francis Crick and Maurice Wilkins, the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine in 1962. ANDREW BERRY is a lecturer on Organismic and Evolutionary Biology at Harvard University. A writer and teacher, he is the editor of a collection of the writings of the Victorian biologist Alfred Russel Wallace, Infinite Tropics.KEVIN DAVIES is the author of The $1,000 Genome and Cracking the Genome. He is the founding editor of NatureGenetics and Bio-IT World magazines.

Praise for the first edition of DNA:

“An immediate classic.”—Edward O. Wilson

“Essential reading. We are lucky that a major architect of a revolution in biology should also be blessed with—or perhaps born with—the ability to bring that revolution to life in such an arresting way.”—Jerry A. Coyne, The New York Times Book Review

“A gold mine. If you want to have one volume on your shelf that gives you the lay of the land regarding genetic research, this would be a wise choice.”—Thea Singer, Boston Sunday Globe


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The human body is bewilderingly complex. Traditionally biologists have focused on one small part and tried to understand it in detail. This basic approach did not change with the advent of molecular biology. Scientists for the most part still specialize on one gene or on the genes involved in one biochemical pathway. But the parts of any machine do not operate independently. If I were to study the carburetor of my car engine, even in exquisite detail, I would still have no idea about the overall function of the engine, much less the entire car. To understand what an engine is for, and how it works, I’d need to study the whole thing—I’d need to place the carburetor in context, as one functioning part among many. The same is true of genes. To understand the genetic processes underpinning life, we need more than a detailed knowledge of particular genes or pathways; we need to place that knowledge in the context of the entire system—the genome.

The genome is the entire set of genetic instructions in the nucleus of every cell. (In fact, each cell contains two genomes, one derived from each parent: the two copies of each chromosome we inherit furnish us with two copies of each gene, and therefore two copies of the genome.) Genome sizes vary from species to species. From measurements of the amount of DNA in a single cell, we have been able to estimate that the human genome—half the DNA contents of a single nucleus—contains some 3.2 billion base pairs: 3,200,000,000 As, Ts, Gs, and Cs.

Genes figure in our every success and woe, even the ultimate one: they are implicated to some extent in all causes of mortality except accidents. In the most obvious cases, diseases like cystic fibrosis and Tay- Sachs are caused directly by mutations. But there are many other genes whose work is just as deadly, if more oblique, influencing our susceptibility to common killers like cancer and heart disease, both of which may run in families. Even our response to infectious diseases like measles and the common cold has a genetic component since the immune system is governed by our DNA. And aging is largely a genetic phenomenon as well: the effects we associate with getting older are to some extent a reflection of the lifelong accumulation of mutations in our genes. Thus, if we are to understand fully, and ultimately come to grips with, these life- or- death genetic factors, we must have a complete inventory of all the genetic players in the human body.

Above all, the human genome contains the key to our humanity. The freshly fertilized egg of a human and that of a chimpanzee are, superficially at least, indistinguishable, but one contains the human genome and the other the chimp genome. In each, it is the DNA that oversees the extraordinary transformation from a relatively simple single cell to the stunningly complex adult of the species, comprised, in the human instance, of 100 trillion cells. But only the chimp genome can make a chimp, and only the human genome a human. The human genome is the great set of assembly instructions that governs the development of every one of us. Human nature itself is inscribed in that book.

Understanding what is at stake, one might imagine that to champion a project seeking to sequence all the human genome’s DNA would be no more controversial than sticking up for Mom and apple pie. Who in his right mind would object? In the mid- 1980s, however, when the possibility of sequencing the genome was first discussed, this was viewed by some—including several distinguished scientists—as a decidedly dubious idea. To others it simply seemed too preposterously ambitious. It was like suggesting to a Victorian balloonist that we attempt to put a man on the moon.


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Muhammad Ali vs. The United States of AmericaLeigh Montville

DoubledayAugust 2017

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LEIGH MONTVILLE, a three-time New York Times best-selling author, is a former columnist at the Boston Globe and former senior writer at Sports Illustrated. He is the author of Evel, The Mysterious Montague, The Big Bam, Ted Williams, At the Altar of Speed, Manute, and Why Not Us? He lives in Boston.

An insightful portrait of Muhammad Ali from the New York Times best-selling author of The Big Bam and

At the Altar of Speed. With the death of Muhammad Ali in June of 2016, the media and world in general have remembered a hero, a heavy weight champion, an Olympic gold medalist, an icon and a man who represents the sheer greatness of America. Acclaimed author Leigh Montville goes deeper, with a fascinating chronicle of a story that has been largely untold. Muhammad Ali, in the late 1960s, was young, successful, brash and hugely admired—but with some reservations. He was bombastic and cocky in a way that captured the imagination of America, but also drew its detractors. He was a bold young African American in an era when few people were as outspoken. He renounced his name—Cassius Clay—as being his ‘slave name,’ and joined the Nation of Islam, renaming himself Muhammad Ali. And finally in 1966 he refused to join the military after being drafted, for religious and conscientious reasons, triggering a fight that was larger than any of his bouts in the ring. What followed was a period of legal battles, a cultural obsession and in some ways the very embodiment of the Civil Rights movement located in the heart of one man. Muhammad Ali was the tip of the arrow, and Montville brilliantly assembles all the boxing, the charisma, the cultural and political shifting tides, and ultimately the enormous waft of entertainment that always surrounded Ali. Muhammad Ali vs. the United States of America is an important, and incredibly engaging book.

Praise for Leigh Montville:

“Montville’s unique voice makes old yarns seem new.”—Sports Illustrated

“Montville is a wonderful storyteller. A fascinating tale, alternately happy and sad, and always artfully written.”—Chicago Tribune

“Ted Williams is the complete package—a triumph, unreservedly the best biography of this larger-than-life American.”—Boston Globe


EXCERPTThe day moved slowly. Bob Halloran tried to keep the conversation going in the living room of the small concrete house at 4610 N.W. 15th Court in the worn-down section of Miami, Florida the residents called Brownsville, but after one hour passed, two hours, three, there wasn’t much else he could say. The list of topics had been covered and covered again. He mostly sat and waited, a talkative man curiously out of words as Muhammad Ali puttered and fretted, went outside and came back and sometimes watched cartoons on the black-and-white television set. A worry squirmed in Halloran’s chest that Ali would become tired of him and would send him home. Or would want to be with different people. Or something. What then? The 29-year-old local television sports reporter from WTVJ tried to be as inconspicuous as possible. His cameraman had set up on the front lawn in the morning. The guy was still somewhere out there watching the equipment. Neighborhood kids also were out there, kids who came around Ali every day, kids who treated him as if he were one of them; just another kid, ready for fun. Most days he was. This day he wasn’t. A worry also squirmed in the chest of the heavyweight champion of the world. Local Draft Board No. 47 was preparing to make its move in Louisville, Kentucky. The machinery already was in motion. Although a New York lawyer had been dispatched to plead Ali’s case, there was little doubt what the result would be. The weight of the United States government would fall directly on top of the primary resident of this house. Nobody knew for sure when it was going to happen, but rumors had been floating for a week that he was going to be made eligible for the military draft at any moment. The demand for soldiers had grown, more than doubled, with the escalation of the Vietnam War. The generals at the Pentagon now wanted more than 400,000 troops for the war effort. Ali had failed the intelligence test twice, which resulted in a 1-Y classification, unfit for service, but under new standards, changed only three days ago, his score of 16 now passed. He not only would become 1-A, eligible, but at 24 years of age, newly single again, he would be at the top of the induction list for the next month’s call. All indications – which included comments he had made in the past on the subject - were that he would challenge the order to report.Halloran had received a tip that today, Thursday, February 17, 1966, was the day all this would begin. Thursday was the day that Draft Board 47 made its weekly announcements. The tip was that the news would come from Louisville later in the afternoon, but Halloran had wanted to make sure he was there for the moment. That was why he had arrived before anyone else. That was why he had been here so long. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Communication was a problem. The bulletin from Louisville would come across the wire machine in the newsroom, but there was no way the people at the station could reach Halloran here. There was no such thing as a cellphone. He had to call them. The only phone he could use was Ali’s home phone. As time stretched, the reporter became uneasy about breaking the mood periodically by standing and going to that phone. Any news? OK, thanks. The movement, the words, seemed intrusive. He would shuffle back to his place to watch more cartoons.The wait continued.

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This Narrow SpaceA Pediatric Oncologist, His Jewish, Muslim, and Christian Patients, and a Hospital in JerusalemElisha Waldman

SchockenAugust 2017

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ELISHA WALDMAN is director of pediatric palliative care at Columbia University Medical Center. He received his B.A. from Yale University and his medical degree from the Sacker School of Medicine in Tel Aviv. He also trained at Mount Sinai Medical Center and Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center in New York. His writing has appeared in Bellevue Literary Review. He lives in New York City.

In 2007, Elisha Waldman, an American pediatric oncologist/palliative-care specialist then living in New

York, was offered his dream job: attending physician at Hadassah Medical Center in Jerusalem. He’d gone to medical school in Israel and had spent a considerable amount of time there as a teenager; now he was going to give something back to the land he loved. But in the wake of a financial crisis at the hospital that left him feeling unsure about his future there, Waldman, with considerable regret, left Hadassah in 2014 and returned to America. This Narrow Space is his memoir of the seven years he spent taking care of children—Israeli Jews, Muslims, and Christians, Palestinians from the West Bank and Gaza—who had one devastating thing in common: they had all been diagnosed with some form of pediatric cancer. Waldman’s years at Hadassah were filled in equal measure with a deep sense of accomplishment, with frustration over the way regional politics sometimes got in the way of his patients’ medical care, and with tension over the delicate rope he would have to walk when the religious traditions of some of his patients’ families made it difficult for him to give these children the care he felt they deserved. Navigating the baffling Israeli bureaucracy, the ever-present threat of war, and the cultural clashes that sometimes spilled over into his clinic, Waldman would chalk up small victories: with patients whose disease went into remission, and with parents whose final hours with their children he strove to make as meaningful and comforting as he possibly could.

As he wove his personal and professional lives into the fabric of his new home, Waldman struggled with questions of his own identity and beliefs, and with the intractable conflict between Israelis and Palestinians that was now an up-close-and-personal fact of his daily life. What he learned about himself and about the children he cared for—whether they were from Me’ah She’arim, Ramallah, or Gaza City—will both move and challenge readers everywhere.


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In the midst of the latest outbreak of hostilities between Israel and Gaza, the Department of Pediatric Oncology at our hospital in Jerusalem feels haunted. Not, as one might think, by the ghosts of former patients, but rather by the living, who walk the halls as if uncertain of their place in this shifting world. On the first day of the ground incursion I examine a patient of mine, a sixteen-year-old boy from East Jerusalem with a massive bone tumor in his shoulder, which is growing larger despite therapy. Perched on the edge of the exam table, he pulls off his shirt as I stand in front of him. Just below the base of his throat hangs a gold medallion in the shape of what some would call “greater Israel” and some would call “Palestine,” covered in stripes in the colors of the Palestinian flag.

I try to focus on the huge, misshapen tumor protruding from his shoulder, clearly progressing since I last saw him. But the medallion, a glimmering statement of more extreme Palestinian aspirations, leaves me disconcerted. The more I try to ignore it, to not think about its inherent message, the more I am distracted by it. I gently probe the tumor with my fingertips, judging its growth, silently guessing at how much longer this young man has to live. He looks down, only once briefly looking up at me, pained eyes in a gray, emaciated face. What can he be thinking? Out there he is a young Palestinian, struggling with his people’s aspirations. In here, he is dying. Is his glance a question, pleading for help? Is it suspicion and anger at my failure to provide a successful treatment? Or is it complicity, understanding—a look that says I understand you are trying, and I understand I am dying, and despite our mutual struggle we both know where this will end? I am not sure I want to know the answer.

I look again at the tumor and ask about pain medications, trying to focus on the things I can control. But inside I am sick and angry. I ridicule myself for behaving as though the sum total of his problems can be solved with a few pills of morphine.

Outside the room, I run into Sara and her mother. Sara is a one-year-old girl with a recently diagnosed brain tumor. She also happens to live in an Israeli town just two kilometers from Gaza that has borne the brunt of many rocket and mortar attacks over the past several years. I remember a conversation not long after her daughter’s initial diagnosis, the mother crying: is it not bad enough to raise a child under constant fear of rocket fire, that now one has to raise her fighting cancer at the same time? As I pass Sara in the hall I tickle her, eliciting the usual squeal. How’s everything? I ask her mother. My casual question feels more loaded than usual. Is it a generic how’s it going?—the sort of question we all ask hundreds of times a day, expecting only a ritual fine in return? Am I asking as a doctor—do I mean how is Sara since her last treatment? Or do I mean how are things on the edge of the fighting, how is it now that you sleep in the shelter with the sounds of rocket fire just across the fields? She whispers, okay, but her bloodshot eyes appear to be answering many impossible questions at once.


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Start to FinishWoody Allen, MoviemakerEric Lax

KnopfOctober 2017

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ERIC LAX is the author of Woody Allen: A Biography, a New York Times Notable Book of the Year. He is also the author of Life and Death on Ten West, an account of the UCLA bone marrow transplantation unit, and The Mold in Dr. Florey’s Coat, about the development of penicillin, a Los Angeles Times Best Book of the Year.

In the 22 years since Eric Lax published his biography of Woody Allen, the director has made 23 more

feature films. Now, to fully understand how Woody works, Lax zooms in and follows him throughout the creation of a new film, from inception to opening day.

Eric Lax has been with Woody Allen almost every step of the way. In On Being Funny (1975), he chronicled Allen’s transformation from standup comedian to filmmaker. The international bestseller Woody Allen: A Biography (1991) was a portrait of a director hitting his stride. Conversations with Woody Allen comprised interviews from 1971 to 2008, illustrating his evolution. Now 78, Allen’s pace has not slowed, but after 45 films in almost as many years, the time is ripe for a summation of all he has achieved. No longer neophyte or mid-career, he is one of the world’s foremost directors, with a unique vision, an artist in full command of his talents. With unparalleled access, Lax invites us along on the set of Irrational Man (2015), starring Joaquin Phoenix and Emma Stone. Along the way he reveals intimate details of Allen’s filmmaking process and offers a breathtakingly close look at this act of creation, sure to delight not only movie buffs and Allen fans but anyone who has marveled at the magic of the artistic process.

Praise for Conversations with Woody Allen:

“Lax’s informed questions allow Allen to speak with intelligence and maturity.”—The Washington Post

“You feel that you are in the same room, listening to someone asking intelligent, informed questions and hearing the subject giving intelligent, relaxed answers. An entertaining book.”—The Washington Times


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The next day Woody talks about the scene. “The first shot went very well. We did Emma first because Darius wanted to it in that direction first. And I figured, Good, Parker will be doing it over and over again off-camera.

“I was trying to say nice things to her, ‘You’re going off on the wrong road and once you’re off on that road you play it brilliantly but that’s not the idea. I want you to go on the right road and play it brilliantly.’ I’m trying to think of nice things to say but also tell her she’s not doing it right.”

He is more willing now than in the past to be quite specific with actors in how to deliver their lines, although it still is something he prefers not to do. “I remember the three young girls [Natalie Portman, Gaby Hoffman, and Natasha Lyonne] in the musical I did [Everyone Says I Love You, 1996], when they were in Zabar’s and the handsome guy walks in,” he once told me. “I had to kill myself to say, ‘No, you guys have to do it like this.’ [Mimics near hysteria] Sometimes the acting is tentative because the actor is insecure or he can’t believe I mean him to be that broad. My instinct in broadness is very strong. So I’ll put my hand on my face [makes very broad gestures] and I want them to go all the way, I mean really all the way. So I expected the kids to act that way and they didn’t. They were much milder, much more inhibited. I finally got them to do it and it looks funny on the screen.”

Funny on the screen is something Woody knows how to achieve and that other comic actors won’t question how to get. On a very rare occasion a comedian in a role will ask if he can change a few words to accommodate his particular way of speaking and thus make his jokes land better—Andrew Dice Clay did it on Blue Jasmine and Woody immediately agreed—but virtually all completely adhere to the script. Larry David has a several-minute monologue in Whatever Works that he rehearsed for days to get every word correct. Woody is so highly regarded as a comedian and director by comics that even the most successful can seem in awe. While making Deconstructing Harry, Billy Crystal and Robin Williams were overheard saying to each other, “Can you believe we’re on a Woody Allen set?”

What comes as a surprise to some of even the most accomplished actors is Woody’s proclivity for master shots and the necessity to have several pages of dialogue memorized. He is widely known for using a master whenever possible yet to his peril an actor will sometimes show up and ask Suzy Benzinger, “Is it really true that we’re going to do this in one?” She cites one “who went through eight shirts the first day, we had to run back to Brooks Brothers and get more. He didn’t make the mistake again of not having every line instead of thinking a scene would be broken up into parts. Actors with a lot of theatre experience do it best.”


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Smitten Kitchen 2Deb Perelman

KnopfOctober 2017

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DEB PERELMAN i s a self-taught home cook and photographer; and the creator of SmittenKitchen.com, an award-winning blog with a focus on stepped-up home cooking through unfussy ingredients . In previous iterations of her so-called career, she’s been a record store shift supervisor, a scrawler of “happy birthday” on bakery cakes, an art therapist, and a technology reporter. She likes her current gig—the one where she wakes up and cooks whatever she feels like that day—the best. Deb lives in New York City with her husband and their children.

The much-anticipated follow-up to the New York Times-best-selling, award-winning cookbook from

the celebrated author of the blog, SmittenKitchen.com.

Deb Perelman—the food blogging phenomenon and author of The Smitten Kitchen Cookbook—is back, with more than 100 approachable, accessible recipes that home cooks have fallen in love with. Here are real recipes for real people; people who have to balance work and family and still get dinner on the table. Written with Deb’s trademark humor, these are uncompromised home cooking recipes you didn’t know could be this good. Gorgeously illustrated with process shots and photographs of finished dishes, the second Smitten Kitchen book brings together recipes that are sure to become favorites of home cooks—“Smitten” obsessives and new readers—everywhere.

Praise for The Smitten Kitchen Cookbook:

“Deb’s obsession with getting it right, and her practical cooking tips garnered from cooking in a modest kitchen, ensure that anyone will have the same success that her millions of followers, including me, have come to expect.” —David Lebovitz, author of The Sweet Life in Paris

“Smitten Kitchen reads like a conversation with a witty friend who can recommend the perfect nosh for any occasion.” —O, The Oprah Magazine

“Always knows exactly what you’re in the mood for, how to make the best version of it, and, most important, how to save you from screwing it up. . . . You’ll soak up every word of her confident, amusing writing, you’ll be beguiled by her gorgeous food photography—you’ll be smitten, indeed.” —Amanda Hesser, co-founder of Food52.com and author of The Essential New York Times Cookbook



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The Conductor’s ArtJohn Mauceri

KnopfNovember 2017

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J O H N M A U C E R I ’ s dist inguished career has brought him not only to the world’s greatest opera companies and symphony orchestras, but also to the musical stages of Broadway and Hollywood, as well as the most prestigious halls of academia. Regarded as the world’s leading performer of the music of Hollywood’s é m i g r é c o m p o s e r s , h e has taken the lead in the preservation and performance of many kinds of music and has supervised and conducted premieres by composers as d iverse as Debussy , S tockhausen, Korngold , B e r n s t e i n , H i n d e m i t h , Elfman, Ives, and Shore. As an accomplished recording artist, Mauceri has over 70 albums to his name, and is the recipient of Grammy, Tony, Olivier, Drama Desk, Edison, Cannes Classique, Billboard, two Dispasons d’Or, three Emmys, and four Deutsche Schallplatten Awards.

From a celebrated conductor at the height of his career, an unprecedented look behind the scenes at

the alchemy and mystery of conducting.

The conductor is the object of fantasy and speculation, an enigmatic figure associated with mercurial genius. At the center of as many as hundreds of musicians yet not making a sound, the conductor is charged with a seemingly impossible goal: to communicate, simply through gesture, a vision of a piece of music that will unite the players in conveying that vision to the audience. This book is for anyone who has attended a concert or watched a broadcast and wondered about how it all comes together. The answer lies in legacy and tradition, techniques handed down from master to apprentice—and more than a trace of the ineffable magic all music lovers feel after listening to an impeccable performance.

John Mauceri brings fifty years of experience to bear in this utterly unique exploration of his craft. With candor and humor, he reveals how conductors decide to approach a piece (a calculated combination of personal interpretation and the composer’s imagined intent); how they communicate with performers (he relates the dizzying difficulty of conducting “In questa regia” from Puccini’s Turandot, in which the princess, descending an enormous staircase, appears to be “the size of your hand”); and the sometimes-glamorous, often-challenging life of the itinerant conductor. Student of Bernstein and Stokowski, conductor of operas, musicals, Debussy, and Danny Elfman, Mauceri is a maestro of the people—the perfect guide to the glamour and theater, passion and drudgery, rivalries and relationships of the conducting life.


EXCERPT

The person who stands before a symphony orchestra is charged with something both impossible and improbable. The impossible part is herding a hundred musicians to agree on anything, and the improbable part is that one does it by waving one’s hands in the air. It is, after all, a kind of alchemy. Music is the one art form that is invisible. It is controlled sound, constructed to pass through time in a series of transformations. Perhaps it is logical that when leadership is needed for something invisible, the appointed leader does so without a making a sound, and by gesticulation.

The art of conducting does not go back that many years—something like two centuries—even though it is a kind of guild and is taught through demonstration by older masters. It also exudes a mysterious attraction to anyone who has ever seen a conductor at work. “It must be amazing to feel all that power” people have often said to me (almost always businessmen). (In response, I usually say something along the lines of never being overtly aware of having any power at all. To me, it is a daunting responsibility, first and foremost, though I am very aware of the powerful forces passing through me.)

“It must be such a glamorous life!” is another comment I’ve often heard. In fact, more often than not you seemingly pack everything you own into two very heavy suitcases—conducting clothes in one suitcase, civilian clothes in the other, your scores in your carry-on bag—fly to another time zone, settle into an indifferent hotel, set up your room to function as your studio and set the alarm to awaken you at an ungodly hour, forcing your unwilling body into being “ready,” and you walk in the rain to the stage door and say to a person behind the glass, “Guten Morgen. Ich bin der Gastdirigent,” and you face one hundred bored civil servants, also known as the orchestra, and begin a rehearsal of a piece they either know all-too-well or have never heard but are predisposed not to like. Glamour is the last thing that comes to mind at that moment.

The pull however is profound and the joy of being in the epicenter between the making of the sound and the reception of that sound exerts a drug-like attraction. While it is difficult enough to be good at it, under the right conditions, an unpredictable and divine “agreement” is achieved between the musicians and the audience and one can be profoundly great at it. That is when you are part of something that changes lives, creates unforgettable memories, illuminates mysteries, stops time, and links our very essence as humans to everything and everyone. Yes, it can be that.

Ultimately no conductor can do his/her work without an orchestra. We can only practice our craft by doing it and we cannot practice alone in a studio. We are also the center of all criticism when someone does not like a performance. We can get a standing ovation, a great review, and still not be hired back. In other words, the entire process, also known as “your career,” seems random and only starts to make sense when someone writes your obituary—and that is as true of Leonard Bernstein as it is for the thousands of lesser musicians who have tried their hand at conducting.

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The Kidnapping of Edgardo MortaraDavid I. Kertzer

Knopf

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DAVID I. KERTZER was the winner of the 2015 Pulitzer Prize for Biography, recipient of a Guggenheim fellowship in 1986, and has twice been awarded the Marraro Prize from the Society for Italian historical Studies for the best work on Italian history. He is the author of eleven books, including The Popes Against the Jews.

Finalist for the National Book Award and soon to be a major motion picture, directed by Steven Spielberg

and starring Oscar Isaac, this is the extraordinary story of how the Vatican’s imprisonment of a six-year-old Jewish boy in 1858 helped to bring about the collapse of the Pope’s worldly power in Italy.

Bologna: nightfall, June 1858. A knock sounds at the door of the Jewish merchant Momolo Mortara. Two officers of the Inquisition burst inside and seize Mortara’s six-year-old son, Edgardo. As the boy is wrenched from his father’s arms, his mother collapses. The reason for his abduction: the boy had been secretly “baptized” by a family servant. According to papal law, the child is therefore a Catholic who can be taken from his family and delivered to a special monastery where his conversion will be completed.

With this terrifying scene, prize-winning historian David I. Kertzer begins the true story of how one boy’s kidnapping became a pivotal event in the collapse of the Vatican as a secular power. The book evokes the anguish of a modest merchant’s family, the rhythms of daily life in a Jewish ghetto, and also explores, through the revolutionary campaigns of Mazzini and Garibaldi and such personages as Napoleon III, the emergence of Italy as modern national state. Moving and informative, The Kidnapping of Edgardo Mortara reads as both a historical thriller and an authoritative analysis of how a single human tragedy changed the course of history.

“Fascinating. Full of rich material. Kertzer has unearthed an evocative and unjustly forgotten episode of history.”—The Washington Post Book World

“A gripping, vivid and well-documented rendering. A highly readable work that is dramatic, moving and informative, as interesting to general readers as it will no doubt prove to historians.”—San Francisco Chronicle

“Kertzer tells a riveting tale, with great mastery of the sources.”—The New York Review of Books

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Walking home beneath Bologna’s famous porticoes with Riccardo, his 13-year-old son, that pleasant June evening, Momolo was surprised to find police milling around outside his door. He hurried up to his apartment and discovered the police officer and the other strange man talking to his frightened wife.

As Momolo entered the apartment, Marianna exclaimed, “Just listen to what these men want with our family!”

Marshal Lucidi now saw that his worst fears about his mission would be realized, but felt even so a certain relief at now being able to deal with Momolo, who was after all, a man. Again he stated that he had been given the task of determining just who was in the Mortara household. Momolo, unable to get any explanation for this ominous inquiry, proceeded to name himself, his wife, and each of his eight children.

The Marshal checked all these names on his little list. Having noted all ten members of the family, he announced that he would now like to see each of the children. His request turned Marianna’s fright to terror.

Momolo pointed out Riccardo, Ernesta, and Erminia, who had gathered round their parents, but pleaded that his other children were asleep and should be left alone.

Moved, perhaps, but undeterred, the Marshal remained firm. Eventually the Mortaras led the two policemen through the door into thier own bedroom, with the three oldest children and the servant trailing them in, There, on a sofe-bed, slept 6-year-old Edgardo. His parents did not yet know that on the list the Marshal had brought with him, Edgardo’s name was underlined.

Lucidi told Anna to take the rest of the children out of the room. Once they had left, he turned back to Momolo and said, “Signor Mortara, I am sorry to inform you that you are the victim of betrayal.”

“What betrayal?” asked Marianna.

“Your son Edgardo has been baptized,” Lucidi responded, “and I have been ordered to take him with me.”

Marianna’s shrieks echoed through the building, prompting the policemen stationed outside to scurry into the bedroom. The older Mortara children, terrified, sneaked back in as well. Weeping hysterically, Marianna threw herself into Edgardo’s bed and clutched the somnolent boy to her.

“If you want my son, you’ll have to kill me first!”

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JOHN RICHARDSONA Life of PicassoVolume 1: The Prodigy 1881-1906Volume 2: The Cubist Rebel 1907-1916Volume 3: The Triumphant Years 1917-1932Volume 4: A Life of Picasso (Fall 2015)

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WALLACE STEVENSCollected PoemsLetters of Wallace Stevens

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