From the massive rise of the decade’s early years to the cratering of its ending, “Dynastic, Bombastic, Fantastic” paints a picture of perhaps the most undercelebrated great team of the modern era...Turbow captures the deep weirdness of the era as it was refracted through the prism of baseball.
Carew’s funny, fascinating and unflinching tribute to her father is a portrait of a complex man: not just a war hero but a flawed husband; not just a Jedburgh but her incorrigible and much-missed dad.
This is a look back at a baseball pennant-winner that came out of nowhere, had a great season, and disappeared just as quickly. This features a fan's enthusiasm for the subject by the author, but also carries a few biases in that direction that don't quite pass the smell test. However, Phillies fans will enjoy it.
Sharply-written and thought-provoking, “To Be a Machine” is a book that will undoubtedly set your mind to racing and your gears to turning.
It’s the spirit of this novel that makes it stand out. It is inspiring to read Peyton’s celebration of a sense of adventure, which, eschewing the epic, focuses instead on the person of a gardener’s daughter, who instinctively understands that a life lived to the full demands occasional wildness of heart.
The Lauras is a fine achievement, engrossing, original and eloquent, and Taylor has more than fulfilled the promise of The Shore.
Mr Glenny cannot hide his admiration for his subject. But he resists the temptation to romanticise gang life.
Especially vivid is the portrayal of Anna Wolkoff...has a rare talent for isolating details that capture the feel and tempo of London’s past.
Roper’s biography, distinguished by the excellence of its writing and research, is the beginning of wisdom in all things Reformation, anti-Roman and, alas, proto-Hitlerite. Rarely has a church reformer presented such a dubious side.
The Schooldays of Jesus, philosophically dense as it is, is parched, relentlessly adult fare – rather like eating endless bread and bean paste.
“Setting Free the Kites” is sharp and clever, charged with the love inherent to young friendship. Sweet and serious and goofy and sad, it will likely inspire memories of those friends who long ago changed you for the better.
It takes an author of Mr Grossman’s stature to channel not a failed stand-up but a shockingly effective one, and to give him salty, scabrous gags that—in Jessica Cohen’s savoury translation—raise a guilty laugh.
This is a very intelligent book, full of sharp insights and mordant wit. But as Harari would probably be the first to admit, it’s only intelligent by human standards, which are nothing special. By the standards of the smartest machines it’s woolly and speculative.
Vilcek artfully joins the chronicle of his scientific work and the dramatic events that punctuated his life under two totalitarian regimes, culminating in his flight to freedom. An inspiring page-turner.
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.
“Shadowbahn” is a challenging work, charged with engaging ideas and driven by the unexpected. It’s precisely the sort of book that we’ve come to expect from Erickson, one of the most freewheeling and unfettered storytellers of the past 30 years. And while it might not answer all of the questions it poses, it’s the asking that really matters.
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.
Two sad strains, the spirits’ stubborn, nostalgic attachment to the world of the living and Lincoln’s monumental sorrow, make up a haunting American ballad that will inspire increased devotion among Saunders’s admirers.
...as Norse tales have not received quite the same attention as, say, the Greek myths, it is nice to see someone passing these stories along to inspire another generation.
Autumn is a beautiful, poignant symphony of memories, dreams and transient realities; the “endless sad fragility” of mortal lives.