Writers like Slava, and like Fishman, have a responsibility to do justice to the beauty in the details, and Fishman achieves that handily here.
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.
The story in the book of Mr. Greenwald's contacts and conversations with Mr. Snowden and others may very well be true; I have no basis to question it. And Mr. Greenwald's political arguments are, of course, open to debate. But his portrait of the nature and goals of the NSA programs is simply false.
A comprehensive, illuminating and highly readable study of a notorious episode in the annals of the American justice system.
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."
It is a fitting epilogue to 20th-century travel-writing and essential reading for devotees of Sir Patrick’s other works—though eclipsed by his earlier books and the world they conjured.
Dave Itzkoff is right to give Paddy Chayefsky his due as a cultural icon. After all, he knew what a flash mob was before the Internet made it a reality; and he knew what could drive angry Americans to yell into the night.
This illuminating collection shows a writer at his most inquisitive, gazing deeply under the surface of things and grappling with the difficulties of personal and collective memory.
The complex narrative and large dramatis personae are handled with steely authority, but what really makes the novel work is the fact that the picturesque seediness of Bangkok and Thailand turn out to be Harry Hole's natural element, with Nesbo plumping his hero down in a very non-Norwegian setting.
Bravo, Richard Powers, for hitting so many high notes with Orfeo and contributing to the fraction of books that really matter.
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 richly detailed narrative flows seamlessly from the planning and commission of the break-in to the FBI’s bungled investigation to the explosive aftermath of the files’ release.
Priscilla's is a remarkable story, teased out with great skill by her nephew, himself one of the best English novelists of our time. He abstains from judgment, and he is right to do so...In this story of a resourceful and damaged woman, Nicholas Shakespeare lifts the lid on a time of troubles.
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.
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.
Stone's vivid profiles and lucid analyses of business dynamics make for an entertaining, insightful, behind-the-scenes account of the e-commerce revolution.
For the most part, I Am Malala succeeds in its lucid explanation of a history unfamiliar to most people in the West, and as a testament to bravery and perseverance.
Fans of Parks and Recreation and Offerman’s brand of deadpan humor are sure to gorge themselves on the healthy portion he provides.
A French journalist’s eloquently philosophical diary of the six months he spent fulfilling his dream to “live as a hermit deep in the woods” of Siberia.