This new book is living history: The subjects, of course, are alive, but the era Geesen describes feels like the worst of Soviet times. Just like the ski runs at Sochi, the arc of Russian politics in the Putin era point in only one direction. Downhill.
Conspicuously lacking chapter breaks, prefaced by a photo of a naked toddler in sunglasses...formatted willy-nilly...by turns intoxicating, indulgent, hilarious...and straight-up dull, Morrissey’s memoir earns its pithy title. For better, for worse, for nothing at all, Autobiography is a catalogue of everything “Morrissey,”...
Wasson, a visiting professor of film at Wesleyan University, explains Fosse’s achievement in prose that apparently is meant to summon the spirit of a Fosse show.
It’s hard to imagine a Beatle biography ever equaling what Lewisohn has done in writing of the first two decades of their lives.
Greig’s understanding of Freud’s place in art history...is...banal, as are his analyses of the connections between life and art...
There’s the Yugoslavian janitor who studied for 12 years to earn his classics degree...There’s no judgment, just observation and in many cases reverence, making for an inspiring reading and visual experience.
His often over-the-top style annoyed me at first, but, as I read, on, I began to see that this in-your-face, personal approach is the best way to tell the story he wants to tell.
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...
Gardner is funny and frank, and Evans’s diligence makes the book not only one of the more revealing celebrity autobiographies published recently, but a candid glimpse into the world of a ghostwriter, star handler, and late-night confidante.
Fanatics and newcomers to the music will both find plenty of revelation here.
The absence of characterization and overall blandness suggest authorship by a committee of self-improvement pundits--a far cry from The Little Prince: that flagship of the genre was a genuine charmer because it clearly derived from quirky sensibility
It’s a time machine laden with long-lost physical objects...a meditation on the plastic possibilities of womankind and a very special treat.
Parents and (more likely) grandparents who want to introduce children to their favorite band would do better to play a song or two on whatever device is handy...
Clive is so determined to be comprehensive that acts on the numbing order of Air Supply and Kenny G get nearly as much ink as divine ones like Patti Smith and Santana.
Like the rest of this book, this poem is in turns witty, familiar, vague, surprising in its structure and grace, atonal, juxtaposed, forced, willfully oblique, literate, silly, and wise.
Light’s main point is that the song’s stirring melody, malleability and lyrical ambiguity made it a natural candidate for wide-scale popular adoration. A masterful work of critical journalism.
Grace is candid, but not salacious — if no gloves come off, it’s because Coddington never wore any in the first place.