...This meandering memoir is rife with juicy snapshots of ’70s New York cool at its grittiest and most seductive. But while Smith succeeds in communicating the thrill of social climbing at Max’s Kansas City and CBGB, she doesn’t provide much evidence of Mapplethorpe’s supposed appeal.
Rather than settle for a coming-of-age or travails-of-immigrants story, Hosseini has folded them both into this searing spectacle of hard-won personal salvation. All this, and a rich slice of Afghan culture too: irresistible.
Her sustaining force, however, is an unswerving commitment to art – her own, and that of others...To read this book is to immerse oneself in the mind of an artist, in all its entertaining, surprising and self-indulgent glory.
This ambitious first novel introduces 16-year-old Miles Halter, whose hobby is memorizing famous people's last words...But the novel's chief appeal lies in Miles's well-articulated lust and his initial excitement about being on his own for the first time. Readers will only hope that this is not the last word from this promising new author.
Gripping drama, captured with a reporter’s nose for a good story and a novelist’s flair for telling it. The result is a synthetic blend that doesn't do justice to either.
Either version is worth a read. Not only is the portrait one of the most enduring images in popular culture, but our relentless lust for good looks at any price is perhaps more relevant today than ever.
If you’re single, Ansari’s book helps shed light on the everyday encounters that drive you nuts (Why hasn’t he texted back?) while for those who aren’t dating, it provides insight into how the digital age has complicated traditional courting problems. Whatever your lens, it makes for an entertaining read.
It was Rebecca that made me realize I didn't wish my life were more like a Gothic novel.
...which is surely one of the most idiosyncratic rock star autobiographies I've encountered, a book that wears its genius (yes) and its excess on its sleeve.
By telling her story on her own terms, she is both acquiescing to those questions and continuing to refuse them. After all, she is telling only one part of the tale: how being in a band saved her and then broke her and then, once she’d healed, allowed her to feel herself again. And that story isn’t even over.
...has proved to be the most lasting element of Burnett's literary legacy. Perhaps that shouldn't surprise us, given how ahead of its time it was.
The chapters alternate between Cal’s point of view and Frida’s and are heavy on flashbacks that bog down an otherwise tense narrative of survival. This has the bones of an excellent book, but, sadly, an untenable amount of flab is covering them.
This is Story of My Life Annabel, who suffers a not uncommon high school experience, and who excels at avoidance...When Annabel begins a relationship with Owen, who specializes in truth telling, she begins to find courage within herself to face her worst fears...But the flaws were few and your writing, as always, was a wonder to read.
The story is powerful as much for what is suggested as for what is told. It leaves the reader in a mood of chastened wonder...the weight of the story as a revelation of life and as a work of art becomes apparent. And it is very great.
Kingsolver moves into new moral terrain in this powerful, convincing and emotionally resonant novel.
This book was a mixed bag for me, one I should have read for a university course but took the opportunity to skip. While I’m glad I finally read it, it’s not going to become a favourite of mine.
He takes her to a mushroom town, buys a lot, puts up a store and makes the town sit up and take notice. His success goes to his head -- their life becomes a mockery of her high hopes. And after his death, she goes off with a youth who brings her happiness and tragedy. A poignant story, told with almost rhythmic beauty.
Twenty-four years after a traumatic disappearance tore a Georgia family apart, Slaughter’s scorching stand-alone picks them up and shreds them all over again...Slaughter...is so uncompromising in following her blood trails to the darkest places imaginable that she makes most of her high-wire competition look pallid, formulaic, or just plain fake.
Gordon seems to have emerged from the split more powerful than ever, with a reinvigorated visual-art career, reported legions of potential suitors, a new band (Body/Head) and now this book. Still, the sense of loss is never far from these pages.
...The Road is tonally spot-on, moving from one terse passage to the next, and continually horrifying readers just when the story seems to be heading to a more hopeful place.