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.
Mr Greenwald used to be a lawyer. He is very good at showing that much NSA activity was against the law; for example, the agency took raw data collected from Americans and secretly gave it to Israel. All too often, though, he proselytises rather than analyses.
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."
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.
Mr. Itzkoff’s narrative is thorough yet brisk as he catalogs the good and the bad that befell Mr. Chayefsky and his passion project. It is fortified with vivid anecdotes pulled from generous access to the Paddy Chayefsky papers at the New York Public Library for the Performing Arts...
“A Place in the Country,” which contains profiles of five writers and one painter, is the third volume of nonfiction Sebaldiana to appear in English, and the most casually generous, not least because it’s the last. It’s fitting that his English posterity ends at the beginning — with literary history, and with influence.
I enjoyed the book but not as much as The Bat. The violence quotient was higher in this book and I found the ending unnecessarily twisted. Harry is coping with his private demons but not addressing them whether he is drunk or sober.
At first “Orfeo” seems like a timely story of governmental overreach—of security-related scare tactics and civil-liberties breached. But soon it becomes clear that this book is actually about the challenges that come with time and age.
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.
Medsger captures the domestic political ferment of the 1970s on a large canvas, though the narrative’s extreme detail and depth occasionally make for slow going or repetitive observations.
Priscilla brilliantly exposes the tangled complexities behind that question so easily asked from the comfort of a peacetime armchair: "What would I have done?"
The Encyclopedia of Early Earth is ambitious and impressive enough as a feat of world-building, but it's a good deal more than that.
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.
Though in the end St. Germain’s investigations fail to bring him quietude, it’s profoundly moving to witness his childhood resentment give way to love, admiration and — perhaps most of all — to empathy.
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.