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,”...
Throughout, he spotlights vivid supporting sketches of celebrities from Fred Astaire (who "danced even when he stood still") to Liza Minnelli ("a strange, spastic show-biz animal").
According to an interview with Danny Baker, Lewisohn anticipates the next tome will be along in five or six years – just enough time, at a push, to digest this momentous first volume.
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.
Crouch is a critic by trade, not a biographer, and there's less music writing here than one might want. But there are examples throughout the book of Crouch's accessible and insightful criticism.
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.
That said, Light of the World was never meant to be high art. It is a Summer reading selection populated with characters so well known they could be our friends. It is a story to pass an afternoon while on vacation and with that in mind, it really is not so bad.
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...
...an oddly passive construction...to overload this one hit with too much revolutionary significance...blurs cause and effect.
What's most fascinating in this book are the glimpses of a star in emotional peril...
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
Shocked: My Mother, Schiaparelli, and Me is a brilliant thing, well considered, well wrought, and wonderfully well written.
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 charming ode to a pop music phenomenon makes a nice companion to Sylvie Simmons’s outstanding and definitive biography of Leonard Cohen, I’m Your Man.
If you love fashion and want to learn more about what makes the machine run, have an interest in the author and her life, or want a crash course in fashion then this book was written expressly for you.