When I first read Alice Herndan-Zuckmayer’s The Farm in the Green Mountains, a blustering butthole had just been elected President of the United States of America, and everyone was freaking out.

On Madeleine Bourdouxhe’s La femme de Gilles.It’s probably not unusual to read a novel whose protagonist bears your own name if your name is Jane or Emily or John or Jack, but it’s a neat first for me. What immediate force of recognition! Elisa: …