New York Times Book Reviews

An archive of letters from the collections of the novelist Rosamond Lehmann and the writer Frances Partridge may shed light on the suicide of Virginia Woolf, The Guardian reported.

Paul Newman and Martha Stewart share the dubious distinction of being the subjects of “and Me” books, each written by a self-proclaimed dear friend.

How the Internet and mash-up culture change everything we know about reading.

In a new book, Matthew Bishop and Michael Green say that “toxic ideas,” not toxic assets, caused the financial crisis.

David Shenk argues that discipline, not giftedness, is vital to greatness.

As Brooklyn’s new poet laureate, Tina Chang wants to “demystify the role of the poet.”

Mr. Muscatine was a scholar who transformed Chaucer studies by turning attention to the French models for Chaucer’s poetry and an education reformer.

Memoirs of surviving brain surgery and a difficult childhood, a primer on the art of conversation and a history of a northern slave estate.

A memoir of how cooking helped save the marriage of Paula Butturini and her husband, reporters traumatized by war.

A group portrait of Timothy Leary, Ram Dass, Huston Smith and Andrew Weil and their experiments with hallucinogens in the early 1960s.

Henry M. Paulson’s account of his tumultuous term as George W. Bush’s last Treasury secretary.

Paranoia strikes deep in this journalist’s survey of conspiracy theories in Western politics.

This ambitious, angry novel’s capitalist is more reliably loathsome than its jihadist.

An entertaining memoir-cum-travelogue of a grad student’s improbable education in Russian language and literature.

The great campaign books of the past are about more than the back-room drama that dominates recent releases.

Paperback books of particular interest.

In this novel with echoes of Anne Frank’s diary, a Jewish child is hidden in a brothel during the Holocaust.

The comedian Chelsea Handler beats out Karl Rove for the top spot on the hardcover nonfiction list with her new collection.

A real-life mass poisoning in Tokyo in 1948, possibly linked to notorious wartime medical experiments, is the basis for this highly original crime novel.

John McPhee writes on golf and lacrosse, food and fact-checkers, and, this time, himself.