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    2 Novels About Complicated Nuns

    An atheist in a convent; a bloodthirsty reality show hostess.Slawomir Kaminski/Agencja Gazeta via ReutersDear readers,What a joy to begin this column from a place of abundance! Forbidding, austere, often terrifying, occasionally ecstatic abundance!I’m talking, of course, about nuns in literature.Though I come from a mixed-faith family, I have basically zero real-life experience with Catholicism and its servants. So my research for this newsletter has been eye-opening. I knew about Muriel Spark’s allegorical treatment of Watergate enacted by a cunning abbess (only you, Muriel). Ditto Denis Diderot’s “La Religieuse,” which began as an extended literary prank and somehow became a proto-Enlightenment cri de coeur.But there’s more. I dare you to remain unmoved by the correspondence between the 12th-century philosopher-nun Héloïse and her illicit husband, Abelard, who was castrated after he impregnated her. (For good measure, both were then cloistered.) Nor can we forget Teresa of Ávila, exhaustive chronicler and enthusiast of mortifications of the flesh.So, yes, nuns have provided a true buffet, even for us spiritual mongrels. Were this a semester-long seminar I could reach back to some of the very first women of God in literature (Chaucer’s Prioress, Margery Kempe) — but to meet the moment, here are two more recent treatments of literary sisters.—JoumanaWe are having trouble retrieving the article content.Please enable JavaScript in your browser settings.Thank you for your patience while we verify access. If you are in Reader mode please exit and log into your Times account, or subscribe for all of The Times.Thank you for your patience while we verify access.Already a subscriber? Log in.Want all of The Times? Subscribe. More

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    ‘The Safekeep’ Is a Story in the Shadow of Anne Frank

    In Yael van der Wouden’s debut novel, “The Safekeep,” the writer spins an erotic thriller out of the Netherlands’ failure to face up to the horrors of the Holocaust.The author Yael van der Wouden stood in her slippers at the front door of a canal house in the Dutch city of Utrecht. “Let me prepare you for the journey ahead,” she said, smiling. “There will be a lot of stairs.”She turned and led the way through a long darkened hallway, up a narrow staircase, to another winding hallway, and up more stairs to reach her attic-level apartment in the back of the building.“My landlady calls it ‘het achterhuis,’” said van der Wouden, once inside the cozy interior with slanting roof beams, decorated with books and bric-a-brac. “She’s about 90, and I don’t think she quite understands what that means to me.”“Het Achterhuis,” is the Dutch title of Anne Frank’s famous World War II diary. In English, it is often translated as “the secret annex,” referring to the storage space where the teen diarist and her family hid to escape the Nazis for more than two years. But “achterhuis” is also just a term for the back part of a house, and van der Wouden, who is Israeli and Dutch, does not fault her landlady for missing the reference.“It feels like just another part of existing invisibly, where no one quite thinks about the full effect of their words,” van der Wouden said.“The Safekeep,” van der Wouden’s debut novel and one of six books shortlisted for the 2024 Booker Prize, is full of such clashing perspectives. Words that mean one thing to a character can hold explosive charge for another. Seemingly innocuous objects like silver spoons, or a single shard of broken china, become emotional land mines.We are having trouble retrieving the article content.Please enable JavaScript in your browser settings.Thank you for your patience while we verify access. If you are in Reader mode please exit and log into your Times account, or subscribe for all of The Times.Thank you for your patience while we verify access.Already a subscriber? Log in.Want all of The Times? Subscribe. More

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    The Australian Ballet’s ‘Oscar,’ Ventures Into New Romantic Territory

    The Australian Ballet’s premiere of “Oscar,” based on the life of Oscar Wilde, explores the love relationship between two men.Boy loves girl. Prince enchanted by princess. Or swan queen, sylph, fairy, doll, peasant girl or courtesan.The central narrative elements of the full-length story ballets familiar to audiences mostly share a single element: The central romantic relationship is between male and female characters. Since many of these ballets (“Giselle,” “Swan Lake,” “The Sleeping Beauty”) date from the 19th century, that’s not surprising. But well into the 21st century, ballet — unlike opera, film or theater — has been slow to take up the challenges of telling other kinds of tales.That changed last month, with the Australian Ballet’s premiere of “Oscar,” about the life of Oscar Wilde. Choreographed by Christopher Wheeldon and set to a score by Joby Talbot, it is the first full-length narrative ballet that makes a gay hero and his love for another man its central subject.In a video call, Wheeldon pointed out that Matthew Bourne’s “Swan Lake — which featured an unhappy, repressed prince falling in love with a fiercely alluring male swan — was a groundbreaking forerunner, although not a classical ballet. But since then, he said, almost no narrative dance work has put a gay romance at its heart. David Bintley’s 1995 “Edward II” depicted something of the king’s relationship with Piers Gaveston, the Earl of Cornwall, but even the Yuri Possokhov-Kirill Serebrennikov “Nureyev” at the Bolshoi almost entirely skirted the issue of the dancer’s sexuality.It was time for something more. “I wanted us to be a company that tells stories that resonate, to be bold in our storytelling,” said David Hallberg, the artistic director of the Australian ballet. “Oscar Wilde wrote these beautiful tales, but was persecuted in a way that is still true for many people today.”Wheeldon, a major choreographer, clearly likes a narrative challenge. He has created the full-length “Alice in Wonderland,” “The Winter’s Tale” and “Like Water for Chocolate” for the Royal Ballet, and directed and choreographed (and won Tony Awards for) two Broadway shows, “An American in Paris” and “MJ: The Musical.”We are having trouble retrieving the article content.Please enable JavaScript in your browser settings.Thank you for your patience while we verify access. If you are in Reader mode please exit and log into your Times account, or subscribe for all of The Times.Thank you for your patience while we verify access.Already a subscriber? Log in.Want all of The Times? Subscribe. More

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    14 Book Titles Are Hidden in This Text Puzzle. Can You Find Them?

    “Today, we’re going to look at life from the inside out and write about ourselves,” said Mr. Wilcox, pausing as several hands shot up. “The floor is open for questions.”“We’re just kids and most of us don’t have any heavy baggage to write about yet,” said Lucy. “I’m super boring just as I am.”“Oh, I’ve always been really good at making a scene and have lots of horror stories,” piped up Graham. “I can give you some of my spare bits and pieces. Maybe just the funny parts.”Mr. Wilcox sighed. “Maybe we need a definition of autobiography so we’re not redefining realness here.”“Today, we’re going to look at life from the inside out and write about ourselves,” said Mr. Wilcox, pausing as several hands shot up. “The floor is open for questions.”“We’re just kids and most of us don’t have any heavy baggage to write about yet,” said Lucy. “I’m super boring just as I am.”“Oh, I’ve always been really good at making a scene and have lots of horror stories,” piped up Graham. “I can give you some of my spare bits and pieces. Maybe just the funny parts.”Mr. Wilcox sighed. “Maybe we need a definition of autobiography so we’re not redefining realness here.”“Today, we’re going to look at life from the inside out and write about ourselves,” said Mr. Wilcox, pausing as several hands shot up. “The floor is open for questions.”“We’re just kids and most of us don’t have any heavy baggage to write about yet,” said Lucy. “I’m super boring just as I am.”“Oh, I’ve always been really good at making a scene and have lots of horror stories,” piped up Graham. “I can give you some of my spare bits and pieces. Maybe just the funny parts.”Mr. Wilcox sighed. “Maybe we need a definition of autobiography so we’re not redefining realness here.” More

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    2 Unexpected Books for Spooky Season

    A haunted author; haunted dolls.Suzanne DeChillo/The New York TimesDear readers,I don’t require a dedicated ghost-story season. To me, that would be like loving people only on Feb. 14, or pretending canned tomatoes don’t exist. Besides, as I understand it, ghosts don’t work on schedule.But in case you’re stricter than the undead and I, here are two less explicit examples of the uncanny that take the definition of “haunting” and bend it like the sad, stale Laffy Taffy at the bottom of your trick-or-treat pumpkin. Of course, they can be read at any time of year — in costume, if you see fit.—Sadie“I Used to Live Here Once: The Haunted Life of Jean Rhys,” by Miranda SeymourNonfiction, 2022For the past few months, this terrific biography of Jean Rhys has been my insomnia companion: a substantive piece of nonfiction to dip into when I wake up at 2 a.m. and only an hour’s reading will put me back to sleep. (Unlike Sally Rooney, I love biographies of writers.) Yet it’s anything but lulling — rather, it feels like the kind of book whose charms are thrown into relief by the privacy of sleeplessness.We are having trouble retrieving the article content.Please enable JavaScript in your browser settings.Thank you for your patience while we verify access. If you are in Reader mode please exit and log into your Times account, or subscribe for all of The Times.Thank you for your patience while we verify access.Already a subscriber? Log in.Want all of The Times? Subscribe. More

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    Historical Fiction Books to Read Next

    In the hands of skilled novelists, the stories of an heiress, a prime minister and a literary mystery woman are brought to life.There’s plenty of historical drama in Robert Harris’s latest novel, but the events that led Britain into the carnage of World War I serve mainly as a backdrop for the intimate maneuverings in PRECIPICE (Harper, 464 pp., $30). At its center is the actual clandestine liaison between the country’s 61-year-old prime minister, Herbert Asquith, and a 26-year-old aristocrat, Venetia Stanley, who became his sounding board and confidante as he faced mounting hostilities both within his government and throughout Europe.Harris notes at the outset that all the letters from Asquith quoted in his text are authentic documents. Around them Harris has deftly sketched his own portrayals of Asquith, Stanley and their social circle, adding invented correspondence from Stanley to Asquith as well as an invented Special Branch detective who finds himself deep in an “off the books” investigation after copies of classified Foreign Office telegrams — meant to be distributed only to a few select ministers — start turning up in decidedly insecure locations. Going undercover at the Stanleys’ Welsh estate, then covertly reading Venetia’s mail, he becomes an increasingly uncomfortable voyeur, disturbed by the Asquith letters’ “bizarre mixture of secret military intelligence and passionate declarations of love.” Will he be tempted to intervene? Or will Venetia, sensing the danger of her position, take action on her own?Independence is the double-edged sword of Peggy Guggenheim’s existence: seemingly granted by her inherited fortune but denied by the expectations surrounding the Guggenheim name and her own insecurities. At least that’s the impression you get from PEGGY (Random House, 384 pp., $29), a sympathetic first-person narrative left unfinished at her death in 2022 by Rebecca Godfrey and completed by her friend Leslie Jamison.We are having trouble retrieving the article content.Please enable JavaScript in your browser settings.Thank you for your patience while we verify access. If you are in Reader mode please exit and log into your Times account, or subscribe for all of The Times.Thank you for your patience while we verify access.Already a subscriber? Log in.Want all of The Times? Subscribe. More

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    Trump Secretly Stayed in Touch With Putin After Leaving Office, Book Says

    Former President Donald J. Trump has secretly spoken with President Vladimir V. Putin of Russia as many as seven times since leaving office, even as he was pressuring Republicans to block military aid to Ukraine to fight Russian invaders, according to a new book by the journalist Bob Woodward.The book, titled “War” and scheduled to be published next week, describes a scene in early 2024 at Mar-a-Lago, Mr. Trump’s estate in Florida, when the former president ordered an aide out of his office so he could conduct a phone call with Mr. Putin. The unidentified aide said the two may have spoken a half-dozen other times as well since Mr. Trump left the White House.The book also reports that Mr. Trump, while still in office early during the Covid-19 pandemic in 2020, secretly sent Mr. Putin what were then rare tests for the virus for the Russian’s personal use. Mr. Putin, who has been described as particularly anxious about being infected at the time, urged Mr. Trump to not publicly reveal the gesture because it could damage the American president politically. “I don’t want you to tell anybody because people will get mad at you, not me,” Mr. Putin reportedly told him.The disclosures raise new questions about Mr. Trump’s relationship with Mr. Putin just weeks before an election that will determine whether the former president will reclaim the White House. A copy of the book was obtained by The New York Times. The Washington Post, where Mr. Woodward has worked for more than half a century, and CNN, where he often appears as a commentator, also reported on the book on Tuesday.Mr. Trump’s campaign dismissed Mr. Woodward’s book by assailing the author with typically personal insults — “a total sleazebag,” “slow, lethargic, incompetent and overall a boring person with no personality” — without addressing any of the specifics reported in it.“None of these made-up stories by Bob Woodward are true and are the work of a truly demented and deranged man who suffers from a debilitating case of Trump Derangement Syndrome,” Steven Cheung, the campaign communications director, said in the statement. Mr. Cheung said Mr. Trump did not give Mr. Woodward access for the book and noted that the former president was suing the author over a previous book.We are having trouble retrieving the article content.Please enable JavaScript in your browser settings.Thank you for your patience while we verify access. If you are in Reader mode please exit and log into your Times account, or subscribe for all of The Times.Thank you for your patience while we verify access.Already a subscriber? Log in.Want all of The Times? Subscribe. More