There have been peeks inside Ms. Lee’s world. Journalists have made the pilgrimage to Monroeville, Ala., where she has hidden in plain sight all these decades...I simply wish it were a good book...It doesn’t so much spill the beans about Ms. Lee as infantilize her.
It is quite simply a remarkable story and fully sourced book, the scholarship peerless but never eclipsing one amazingly humanist story of a towering figure of 20th century Russian literature.
This full, warts-and-all biography hauls her back into the limelight and does her full justice. When she first laid eyes on Ms. Morris, her shrewd old instincts were exactly right.
Birmingham makes palpable the courage and commitment of the rebels who championed Joyce, but he grants the censors their points of view as well in this absorbing chronicle of a tumultuous time. Superb cultural history, pulling together many strands of literary, judicial and societal developments into a smoothly woven narrative fabric.
Face it: Wouldn’t you rather strike out on the road with John Waters than Jack Kerouac? If the answer is yes, then this book is for you, even if Waters...the ever-flamboyant auteur-(Pink Flamingos, Hairspray et al) turned-writer, takes his sweet time getting going.
Over the course of her year at the Agency, Joanna—who is now a poet, journalist, critic, and prize-winning novelist—“finds her own voice by acting as Salinger’s.”...You’ll have to read her beautifully crafted memoir...
Unsurprising but perfectly competent and seamlessly of a piece with her Living History (2003). And will Hillary run? The guiding metaphor of the book is the relay race, and there’s a sense that if the torch is handed to her, well….
...he is forced to speak about himself. And he does so the same way he spoke of Sissy Hankshaw, Wiggs Dannyboy, the Woodpecker and Plucky Purcell. This works well for tales of deformed hitchhikers and outlaw bombers, but it can become grating, navel-gaze-y and not-so-humble-brag-ish when it's Tom Robbins writing about Tom Robbins
...this book should appeal to a wider audience. It underlines the need for intelligence-gathering by humans as well as by machines, and illustrates the gap between spying and policy.
Will history see Geithner as a great Treasury secretary? That is uncertain. He was certainly effective. But too much of this otherwise self-deprecating memoir is self-defence.
What happens? Not much. But Mr. Kinney has a chance to describe several different strata of Dylan admirers, from those who’ll eat cherry pie because he did to those who know the first name of his maternal great-grandmother...The stories are innocent and not particularly interesting.
Cheney conclusively demonstrates through the historical record that Madison, in word and deed, was a primary figure in shaping early American development and successfully establishes “a deeper understanding of the man who did more than any other to conceive and establish the nation we know.”
Since his narrative doesn’t proceed chronologically to a natural climax, he jumps around a bit with time. A minor work by a major novelist, a busman’s holiday, but engaging in its color and character.
Like Raymond Briggs’s classic Ethel and Ernest, this is a cartoon memoir to laugh and cry, and heal, with—Roz Chast’s masterpiece.
We are always drawn back to the sea that links us with our ancestors, across time and space. This is a magnificent book.
It turns out that “Love, Nina” is indeed charming, but only in the best ways. It’s observant, funny, terse, at times a bit rude. It affords a glimpse into a rarefied London social and literary milieu. It’s an “Upstairs, Downstairs” or “Downton Abbey” of sorts...
The author’s use of antiquated language—even outside historical documents—adds color to his writing but may also be a source of confusion for some readers...A fascinating history that, while particularly appealing to those interested in religion, is sure to inform a far wider audience.
Ms. Warren's descriptions of herself may be the most interesting part of "A Fighting Chance." To judge by her own account, she seems prone to bullying...Yet she also portrays herself as a small-town gal with an aw-shucks demeanor. She vomits backstage before appearing on "The Daily Show," and on the campaign trail walks "straight into a pole."
Despite the rich parade of anecdote, some of the principals at the heart of "Hotel Florida" remain shadowy presences...There's an absence of "truth" implicit in this practice, too. "Hotel Florida" is nonetheless a vivid, well-paced story of the awfulness of war and of the complex motives of those who report on it.
Allende has clearly enjoyed providing rich elaborations that don't particularly advance the story . . . Each of her characters finds ’something different . . . the same may not be said of readers who enjoy Allende’s fiction.