Netanyahu’s Ready for More Puzzling?: The Answers

Ed. Note: This week’s puzzle contest is officially over—thanks to all who entered. Our winner is Mark Clemens. He gets a free subscription to the Review. Congratulations, Mark! Below, the solutions.

“Netanyahu’s Ready for More Puzzling?” answers:

The Clan of the Cave Bear Bryant
Reese Witherspoon River Anthology
Rockin’ Robin Lane Fox
Koolhaasta la vista, baby
Enoch Light in August
The Jewel of the Nile Rodgers
Batter My Gary Hart, Three-Personed God
Last Yo La Tengo in Paris
Graham Greene Acres
Mary Baker Eddy and the Cruisers
Chico and the Man Without Qualities
Nate Silver Spoons
Rocky Mountain Highsmith
The Fiona Apple Dumpling Gang
Fire and Ice Cube
The Age of Wire and String Cheese Incident
The William Pitt and the Pendulum
The Sun Myung Moon and the Bonfires
A Finn Wolfhard Day’s Night
The Bonnie Hunt for Red October
Boulez Lady Lay
A Phoebe Waller-Bridge Too Far
The Günter Grass Roots
Gordon Parks and Recreation
Wilfredo Lam Lies Down on Broadway
Dawn Powell of the Planet of the Apes
Theresa Maybe Baby
The Robert Shawshank Redemption
Norwegian Wedgwood
Kaepernick and Nora

Dylan Hicks is a writer and musician. His second novel, Amateurs, is out now from Coffee House Press. He contributes a monthly puzzle to the Daily.

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