Turtle Point Press

06/17/2026

Turtle Point Press is delighted to welcome Benjamin Taylor back to the house with THE CLOUD OF KNOWING, a riveting "biomystery" in which he turns his eye toward the biographer's art and the nature of knowing. Out January 12th, pre-order now: http://bit.ly/4evyXrO

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📣”A deep, wise, funny and moving novel about old age, memory, biography, and our relationship with the dead, which, within its witty and stylish story, expresses a profound belief in the transcendental value of the here and now, the life we have.”
—Dame Hermione Lee

📣"A tour de force of voice."
—Rosanna Warren

📣“One of the most original and nuanced novels I’ve read in a long time. . . . [F]orceful and undulant, it takes on quintessential themes of creativity, originality, mortality, success, failure, and the private secrets that dog public lives.”
—Daphne Merkin

📣"A dazzling novel that contains multitudes. . . . I gasped when I got to the end and started reading all over again for the sheer pleasure of it."
—Will Schwalbe

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06/10/2026

RULE 105. YOU'RE NOT THE PERSON YOU USED TO BE.
Isn't that wonderful? [Indeed!]
Roger Rosenblatt's MORE RULES FOR AGING, the wise and witty sequel to his national bestseller, is finally here! Pick up a copy for yourself or someone you love. bit.ly/4tNz4FH

05/27/2026

05/27/2026

A splendid evening of merriment, unbeatable repartee, and joy among old friends, in celebration of Roger Rosenblatt’s MORE RULES FOR AGING: Making the Most of Your Ridiculous, Wondrous Life.

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05/27/2026

Friends Joy Behar, Alan Alda, and Roger Rosenblatt got together last week for a smashing exchange on power and humor and the danger of common sense, all around Roger's new book MORE RULES FOR AGING: bit.ly/4tNz4FH

05/25/2026

TEN CLEAR DAYS by Eric Beck Rubin, reviewed in The Globe and Mail by Sarmishta Subramanian:

“It seems right that the title of Eric Beck Rubin’s extraordinary novel is drawn from a piece of legislation, an orphan poetic phrase hiding in a hulking legal text – beauty where there should be none. . . .

[T]he woman dubbed M.B. or simply ‘Patient’ throughout the book is Mary Beck, the author’s grandmother. . . . Marianne Manoville (her original name) survives [the Holocaust] physically through courage or desperation, and spiritually through beauty. . . .

The book devastates with its restraint, the story unspooling through a series of stills: picture hangers filling the walls of a Budapest apartment with paintings; people floating down the Danube one frigid day in 1944. . . .

Why does a woman who pursued life against great odds now choose death? Her family is stricken; one daughter rails against her mother’s wish. A doctor friend says she won’t go through with it; she’s a survivor. . . . Perhaps all we can know is that Mary Beck, a woman who exerted enormous will to shape her own story, chose to apply the same to its end.”

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05/08/2026

Majestic, playful, brainy, heart-wrenching, Katharine Coles's tenth collection is a book of celebration and elegy. From "an intense closeness to animals [to] re-embodying personal loss [to] sharp philosophical contemplation about language, matter, and the physical world, the poems guide us with their empathy, sometimes yoked with a wry irony, around the physics of interactions." --John Kinsella

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04/30/2026

On this final day of National Poetry Month, a remarkable poem by Diane Glancy, for today and for any day. It appears in the new journal 3 Sisters Literary out of the University of Pittsburgh.

THE QUARTERLOG THAT ROLLS US

In the yard a man cuts his tree. Quarters the trunk. There is a village of water in the Gulf. The conquerors that came. Their smelling of sawmills. To acquire. To take. He built a quarter-log cabin. She made a log-cabin-pattern quilt. They had a log roll. It wasn’t billiards or slogans. But the spillage of bowling that held them. He left most of the trees unspoken. The logging trucks paved a road through the hills. The forests and the hills. Always a focal point. Of discussion. Of travels to places. I couldn’t keep apart. The unrelated specks of turf. It is for me. Here on this tiny island beside the giant sea.