"Call Me Burroughs" isn't a literary or critical biography, but in all these pages Mr. Miles might have found space to evoke the writing that made Burroughs more than just another slumming remittance man.
Once again there are deliciously unexpected pairings, reunions with characters we thought were simply walk-ons, worldly wisdom on everything from death to erotic etiquette, a slew of new words you hope you'll find the social opportunity to reuse (shirtcockers, anyone?) and a plot to guarantee a late lights-out.
In his singularly perceptive voice, Lamb immerses his characters and the novel’s readers in powerful moments of hope and redemption and shocking descriptions of violence and abuse.
We come away from Dreadful frankly puzzled and more than a little frazzled, with no more insight into this obscure, even invisible man than we had on first opening the book.
That Ms. Abbott had her father’s own words to draw upon certainly adds traction to the work. But it is Alysia Abbott’s voice that is the more melodic of the two, the one that draws us in and bids us listen.
...a prolonged and unsentimental backward glance...
I read this eccentric book in one sitting, amazed, disgusted, intrigued, sometimes titillated I'll admit to that, but always in awe of this new Toronto writer who seems to be channeling Henry Miller one minute and Joan Didion the next.
These essays form a highly personal epilogue to "The Gospel Sound" and allow Mr. Heilbut to deploy a confessional mode that suits his elegy for a dying American art.
While many readers will admire her enthusiasm, a pronouncement of ultimate victory seems premature at best.
The volume will have particular appeal to readers of gender studies, but these stories ultimately prove that true partnership is gender blind.
Woody Allen’s bon mot about bisexuality is that it doubled one’s chances for a date, but in this novel Irving explores in his usual discursive style some of the more serious and exhaustive consequences of Allen’s one-liner.
This cri de coeur, which appears in a letter to her estranged daughter and grandchildren, suggests that Bornstein has made real sacrifices to follow her own advice, and can therefore dispense it with integrity.
Sykes’s revealing text is complemented by sketches, drawings, and personal photographs.
The screwy sense of the preposterous imbued in so many of Lynch’s on-screen characters is in full effect here, even when the author recalls some of her darkest moments...Achingly sad and sweetly comic at the same time.
The conflicts enmeshing all these characters...are gripping, and Weiner’s elucidation of socio-economic determinism is as sharp as ever.
Maupin's alternately playful and sentimental tales depict an all-too-easily satirized population of transients and toffs living in and around San Francisco.
This Stone Barrington novel is superb, as is the plot, pacing, and characters.
The writing is not a standout. There are no passages that are memorable for creative beauty.
This book is rich in detail of both the essential normalcy and the difficulties of a young person with cerebral palsy.
It was part of life — not of my buttoned-up life, but of the noisy immigrant life made real in the pages of Betty Smith's novel — and it was sometimes a part that caused heartbreak or chaos.