In the end, none of these die-hard fans comes closer to finding the real Dylan, but they discover over and over just why Dylan’s music means so much to them.
It’s a difficult book to encapsulate simply...Not to be skimmed. A cogent and genuine argument for the true democratization of online culture.
A bare-knuckle, adventure-filled journey in search of the answer to a half-century–old cold case: Whatever happened to Nelson Rockefeller’s son, Michael...A searching, discomfiting journey yields an elegant, memorable report.
The year 1492, celebrated in the New World as the dawn of discovery, casts a baleful shadow over Jewish history. It comes at the end of this uneven, sprawling, often stirring and fascinating volume, and sets the stage for a Volume Two that will encompass an even darker story.
Ms Gessen has rushed into print because Ms Tolokonnikova and Ms Alyokhina have just been released, in a window-dressing exercise before next month’s winter Olympics in the Russian resort of Sochi. Her book is ideal for those curious about the country behind the games.
Morrissey isn’t without self-awareness. He reports that even friends found him “a bit much” and he acknowledges that “my general being . . . was difficult for a lot of people to take.” It’d have been better, for his book and his readers, if that awareness of his too-muchness had informed the writing of this Autobiography.
With thorough research, including rare access into the Kremlin’s dusty, permission-only archives, Merridale address...questions...to weave an insightful, fascinating tale.
Six hundred pages that, in telling the life of Fosse, seem hardly enough. And oh, it is amazingly well written.
It’s hard to imagine a Beatle biography ever equaling what Lewisohn has done in writing of the first two decades of their lives.
He deals out a stack of sharp-edged snapshots of Cash’s friends and colleagues, including Elvis Presley, Carl Perkins, Jerry Lee Lewis, Merle Haggard and Mr. Dylan. And he leaves us with a visceral feel for the grueling demands of life on the road...
Mr. Gardiner writes in a lively, conversational fashion, if not always a syntactically correct or felicitous one. Dangling participles and other detached modifiers abound.
Greig’s understanding of Freud’s place in art history...is...banal, as are his analyses of the connections between life and art...
all who pick up this book will be taken by Brandon Stanton’s captivating photographs of NYC’s urban humanity.
Jones’ prose is reportorial but evocative, verging only on purple in passages like the opening description of the Mississippi lowlands of Henson’s youth, which glides over the landscape like the opening shots of The Muppet Movie.
With the straight-ahead timing and the ethereal blowing of a great jazzman, Crouch delivers a scorching set in this first of two volumes of his biography of Charlie “Yardbird” Parker...
...I expected much of a book whose sub‑title promises an analysis of "Spanish culture and memory since 1936". But what the reader gets instead is really a compendium of freestanding reviews, in which Treglown summarises individual films, novels and occasionally art produced in Spain under the dictatorship and since.
For these reasons, Mr Wilson’s book is more a portrait of an age than of a man. As such, it does a fine job of conveying a dramatic period in history when technology and a great war transformed a nation...Mr Wilson is very good at explaining how new approaches to image-making and printing made photography increasingly versatile and accessible.
Pruning away the florid subplots that often clutter his heaven-storming blood baths, Burke produces his most sharply focused, and perhaps his most harrowing, study of human evil, refracted through the conventions of the crime novel.
Hollis gives a few details about this "no-man's land of the city," but he never does get down in it, preferring to observe from above. This becomes increasingly problematic as "Cities Are Good for You" progresses...
At times, Mr. Kurlansky uses music-insider terms that may be too much for some readers. However, he does know a good quote when he sees one...