Lauren Sanders

  • Jim Krusoe’s second novel, Girl Factory, opens on what appears to be an ordinary Saturday morning: A man reads the newspaper and drinks coffee (“black, two sugars”) on his balcony. Within minutes, however, an article about a too-smart, genetically engineered dog whose “surly way and judgmental demeanor” disconcert the people around him sends the man off, crowbar in his sleeve, to free this special beast from the animal shelter. The man’s plan—like most of his life—goes terribly awry, leaving a Cub Scout dead and a killer pooch (he freed the wrong animal) on the loose. As strangely whimsical as

  • Then We Came to the End

    “We were fractious and overpaid. Our mornings lacked promise. At least those of us who smoked had something to look forward to at ten-fifteen. . . . We thought moving to India might be better, or going back to nursing school. Doing something with the handicapped or working with our hands.” So begins Joshua Ferris’s much-anticipated debut novel, Then We Came to the End, an amusing satire about a collection of artists and writers working at a downsizing ad agency. As the first Internet boom wanes, they fumble to devise a series of pro bono advertisements for a breast-cancer organization (which