Slava’s romantic and professional reckonings in the closing pages are inevitable, but Fishman thoughtfully raises questions of what Holocaust-era suffering is deserving of recompense. A smart first novel that’s unafraid to find humor in atrocity.
So many critics seem to have been knocked on their behinds by Dicker's novel that I can't be sure I'm not missing something...They see a masterpiece; I see a completely ordinary, amiably cartoonish and well aerated page-turner...What the book does well is what all good thrillers should: it twists and turns.
Candor and fearlessness are the hallmarks of the books: Knausgaard will share anything, not for shock value or self-indulgence, but to show that plainspoken honesty gets to the heart of the human condition. Halfway through, this series is starting to look like an early-21st-century masterpiece.
...his narrative is focused on not eating what the rest of the crew is eating, not sleeping where others sleep...he waits in his cabin alone, wondering what the hell is going on. Dyer might as well be on a cruise ship, and he knows it.
He says that the financial rescue programs enacted in the crisis years were a success because the alternative—which no one can ever know—would have been far worse. What we do know is that, six years later, the economy is suffering through a historically weak recovery and the emergency programs haven't ended.
Covering the first meeting of Glenn Greenwald with Kenneth Snowden and its aftermath, No Place to Hide reads like a spy novel, which it is, but a true one.
The book is at once a masterwork of reporting and a devastating critique of a university that has lost its way...But what Cohan has done, to superb effect, is to bring a forensic level of reporting to the event...Every parent planning to send a child to an “elite” college dominated by an overly powerful athletic program should buy this book.
Throughout, vivid details of his search in blistering heat for holy sites both authentic and dubious anchor this complex, compelling spiritual testimony. "You've met my Jesus," he concludes. "Now meet your own."
Given this long and complex history, it’s a surprise to find that the book is so readable, and so nearly complete. Perhaps it was never finished because the strain of being known as one of the finest prose stylists of his generation proved too much for Leigh Fermor’s perfectionism.
...Itzkoff’s real achievement is in his chilling analysis of Network as prophecy, demonstrating through interviews with Anderson Cooper, Stephen Colbert, Bill O’Reilly, and others that Chayefsky’s satire has become our reality.
The opening chapter, on Hebel, is the most forceful, a piece of historical criticism conducted entirely from the armchair (not a seagull in sight).
Though not among the best in the Hole series, and clearly the reason why it was not translated earlier, it will be not be fair to judge Nesbo’s writing by Cockroaches as it was only his second book. But if you’re a stickler for crime fiction, this one is not to be missed.
Orfeo is a long novel, but it never feels so. The book sets its themes early — grief and love, exploration and its limits — and plays variations on them, some of such power it is the only thing that forces you to stop.
These depictions of Roger Ailes as something other than a frothing, ratings-mad showman-provocateur may be cases of damning with faint praise. But it’s about as a fair and balanced an account as one could hope to read about someone who has so weightily tipped the scales of American political life to the right.
The Burglary shows how a small group of committed individuals performed the bravest act of all, exposing Hoover's tyrannical misrule to the light of day and the acid test of popular opinion.
Happily Mr Shakespeare, a novelist and biographer of some note, is too good a writer to succumb to sensationalism. Instead, and after some impressive research, he builds a nuanced, sensitive portrait of this sad and glamorous member of his family, who died in 1982.
Greenberg’s Early Earth may be light on the very storytelling its premise demands, but when it opts to craft tales with images instead, it becomes capable, promising work.
Along the way, concepts such as hedonistic sustainability...and the ideal depth of a front yard...are explained with Gladwellian facility...Mercifully, the text isn’t overballasted with such pop science clichés.
The vacuum of space is unforgiving and brutal. Life on earth isn't easy, either. Mr. Hadfield has genuinely and refreshingly increased our understanding of how to thrive in both places.
Casualties spawn new theories, as those thought dead turn out to be alive...and the complexities suggest that “the human brain is a four-dimensional labyrinth. Everyone’s been there; no one knows the way.” A surprise ending promises a fresh start for a series that had appeared to end with its previous novel.