It’s a remarkable story of dogged determination to prove his own body wrong and, as such, is one of the more illuminating cultural studies of modern times.
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.
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.
Testimony will please hardcore Robertson fans; it is another layer, an additional perspective, in the historiography of rock music, and it adds to Helm’s and Dylan’s accounts, creating a deeper understanding...
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.
...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.
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.
While not a terribly inventive lyricist, Collins turns out to be a gifted storyteller and a likable narrator...
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.
One could view this project as a metaphor for the baggage that we all carry and the notion that no matter how grand a life might appear, there’s always…stuff. Some of it may be good, some of it may be bad, but it’s always there. That seems to be Jacobson’s big takeaway – and it’s a valuable one.
‘The owls are not what they seem.’ I guess we already knew that, but as epistolary novels go, this is a fun diversion until the show proper returns next year.
In an author’s note Parton exhorts young readers, bullies and victims alike, to have understanding hearts and find comfort in knowing that hurts can heal. Tender and heartfelt with a loving message—if a little sanitized.
If, as the author says, an album is “a kind of book,” then this book is a kind of album. Then, too, if, as Brian observes, all the songs on the early Beach Boys albums “seem like one big song,” the chapters in I Am Brian Wilson seem like one big scene that’s infused with romance, nostalgia, and a near-constant need for acceptance and recognition.
the way in which Cranston’s simple, staccato prose invites readers to empathize with every “character” he’s played elevates this autobiography to more than just a look behind the scenes—it’s a look behind a life.
For dedicated readers with the patience for philosophy and oblique reasoning, the work offers intriguing insights into how we might understand art and religion as two modes of the same creative impulse.
Over 680 pages in length, Shock and Awe is a suitably (ridiculously?) gargantuan study of “a time when pop was titanic, idolatrous, unsane, a theatre of inflamed artifice and grandiose gestures”.