A literary haven.

FROM THE ARCHIVE: Books crammed in from wall to wall and from floor to ceiling, hand-lettered signs, a feeling of bohemian creativity, empty wine glasses that will be filled at the conclusion of this fictional book-reading: this is Shakespeare and Company.

Books by Charles Portis, Cormac McCarthy, and Norman Rush.

FROM THE ARCHIVE: Summer is over. Distant memory for you, perhaps, but for me, I’m being dragged out of it, my nails scraping furrows in August’s deep green shag carpet. I love the summer because, at last, I can read whatever I want.

Nearing 80, David Suzuki looks back on a life of increasing activism and improbable fame.

For half a century David Suzuki has been a cautioning voice about our stewardship of the planet.

Books by Mark Miodownik, Alexandra Horowitz, and Scott Horton.

I do love it when a book with the word “enthralling” on its back cover actually turns out to be enthralling.

Legacies at sea.

FROM THE ARCHIVE:For 30 years, the Louis Vuitton Cup has been a rite of passage for those looking to claim victory at America’s Cup, the world’s most prestigious sailing competition.

Books by Leslie Jamison, Ben Lerner, and Jenny Offill.

There’s no end to the catalogue of ways humans suffer, and manage to inflict suffering: illness and injury, psychic suffering, material deprivation, heartache, loneliness, catastrophe, separation, history, bad luck.

Five selections for the year.

There is always time to read—the challenge is deciding which story to immerse yourself in. We’ve narrowed down the dizzying number of options to five.

Books by Adam Phillips, Mireille Silcoff, and Eimear McBride.

Consider for a moment the possibility that our very selves—our centred, internal, ever-present cluster of backstories we identify with the letter I—comprise as much everything we haven’t done as everything we’ve done. Everyone we haven’t become as much as who it is we find we have. Can anything useful be gleaned from the premise?