With no real money to be made from his songs, what is Siblin’s motivation then? What is his rock ’n’ roll dream? It’s to sing, we learn on page 259 of 295, a song he had written. “It was a visceral need,” the pitchy author explains.
Think of it as the Badly Tuned Lyre of Orpheus, or the Myth of the Off-Key Sirens: Bad Singer is an essential tale about how human beings, even those of us with tin ears, can’t help but be drawn to music.
"If this book were a piece of clothing, it would be a St. John suit: practical, professional and beautifully constructed...Anyone who has ever considered becoming a fashion stylist or wardrobe consultant would be well advised to read this book."
The thickly bound format is ideally read in bed. This is just the kind of book to shut out the world with a sense of Scandinavian comfort.
...movie buffs will find her scholarship wanting, if not mystifying. Not only are there few new insights (Spielberg declined to be interviewed, which left Haskell “stung, a little red-faced, like a girl angling for a date and being rejected”), but the points she makes range from dubious to flat-out false.
But this memoir is satisfying in a way that a Hughes film never could be, and the author's story will be achingly familiar to anyone who relied on Hollywood for a respite from reality but who came away disappointed.
Those looking for details about the filming of the Star Wars movies or Fisher's affair should look elsewhere, but those who want to understand the dynamics and personality of a young woman thrust into unexpected stardom and how that shaped the woman she has become will find plenty to ponder here.
Smith, a contributing editor at New York, presents a gold mine of “Daily Show” lore in disjointed clumps. There are the times...and the issues ("The Amazing Racism.") There are segments about the internal politics of the show itself --- strikes, contracts, deals, who signed what and why --- that may be of interest only to hardcore fans.
By turns alarming, sad and funny, his book provides a harrowing look, through the prism of Noah’s family, at life in South Africa under apartheid and the country’s lurching entry into a post-apartheid era in the 1990s.
The picture may be a bit too rosy; post-breakup, Robertson was permanently at odds with the late Levon Helm over publishing credits. The author addresses the issue but not the fallout. Essential for any devotee of the Band, Dylan, or rock music in the last half of the 20th century.
More than a mere guidebook, this is Bianculli's bible of TV — a wise, engaging celebration of a type of entertainment that's as much of an art form as it is a pastime.
It’s tasty and hard to put down, but Andy’s lifestyle is a little too much for its own good. Like it’s predecessor, The Andy Cohen Diaries (2014), this volume chronicles a brief period (a little more than a year) in the life of the amusingly self-deprecating Cohen—and it does so in day-by-day, often meal-by-meal, fashion.
...despite the robots, the story he is telling here is a deeply human one about endings and beginnings, about growing up and the loss of innocence that is a necessary corollary to that. And I know it might not sound like it, but it is beautiful.
These scrapbooks take you into every corner of Bawden’s long life...What an eye he had – for absolutely everything. Wondrous almanacs of one man’s sensibility, their every page bulges with interest and beauty.
Overall, Collins’s memoir is breezy and self-deprecating. When he lists his failures as a husband and father — especially in the final chapters, about a recent and near-fatal slide into alcoholism — he gets uncharacteristically serious.
Abramovic writes touchingly about romantic heartbreak, about the pain of separation from Ulay and her sense of betrayal when her husband, the Italian artist Paolo Canevari, left her...Perhaps what’s most unexpected are the flashes of humor.
Ackroyd, far more convincingly, gives us Hitchcock the industrious craftsman. His work was a solace from his horrors and hang-ups rather than a straightforward depiction of them.
Fans of Broad City will find Jacobson’s signature silliness and absurdity on display here. The book’s only flaw is that it’s too short.
It re-introduces all the major elements of the show, sets up the next season, and fills in a lot of blanks for anyone who’s ever been interested in the evil that lurks in those woods.