Barker’s story shines an important light on the subject of sexual harassment in the workplace while exposing the shoddy ethical standards and procedures of Halliburton/KBR.
Between optimism and the sober assessment of reality, Harrison always seems to err on the side of hope, because, as she writes, what does she have to lose?
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.
Mr Glenny cannot hide his admiration for his subject. But he resists the temptation to romanticise gang life.
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.
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.
Complemented by recipes and a glossary of exotic food terms, the book is a unique blend of bildungsroman and foodie/truffle primer sure to appeal to a wide audience. An informative and charming food and travel memoir.
It might have done with another edit – the word “glittering” is overused and there is a pervasive sense of material overstretched, especially towards the end – but at its best this is an enthralling story...
...what makes Onegin great is its timeless insight into the human heart: its vanities, its follies, its disasters. It’s a very knowing work, whose characters are aware of their own place within an artifice...
Mr Beer’s book makes a compelling case for placing Siberia right at the centre of 19th-century Russian—and, indeed, European—history. But for students of Soviet and even post-Soviet Russia it holds lessons, too.
Fresh garlic appears in a handful, including chicken Caesar salad and carnitas, but reliance on the processed form undermines the thesis. Perhaps it’s intended to aid the transition to the new way of eating.
This is an exuberant tale of greed and gratified desire by a romantic who, for 50 years and more, has been planting trees by the thousand on his family estate at Tullynally in Westmeath.
These long taxonomies could easily be dry and exhausting, but they come alive thanks to Fortey’s vivid descriptions.
“Eight Flavors” is the sort of food book that even non-foodies will find fascinating. A lot of that springs from Lohman’s style; while her stories are obviously driven by her quest, her easy prose and obvious passion result in a book that is compelling no matter what your spice rack and pantry might look like.
An enjoyable, generously illustrated book that will stimulate readers to reconsider Gibran, his work, and his heritage.
Smith’s depravity-laden history of turn-of-the-20th-century Russia hinges on his insightful readings of myth and motive, and their tragic consequences.
Her message is that with hard work, and an attentiveness to our true needs, we can achieve such things. Me, I’m not feeling it.
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.
Even though Scrappy Little Nobody doesn’t offer as much substance as it could, it’s as sweet and easy a read as a Kendrick film, particularly if you’re a fan.