Betty Smartt Carter

Learning lessons from Molly Hughes’s rollicking chronicles of Victorian family life. Continue Reading »

By the time I came of reading age—old enough to pass the portals of the library’s “youth department”—the 1960s were past. I’d missed the cultural upheaval, but our family bookshelves told tales of surrender. Paperback copies of Catch-22and The Naked Ape crouched like gargoyles . . . . Continue Reading »