...Falling Out of Time permits itself the freedom of despair. It has a necessary feel: a book that needed to be written. It reads like a postscript but that, after all, is what an elegy is.
National Book Critics Circle Award winner Bailey (Creative Writing/Old Dominion Univ.; Farther & Wilder: The Lost Weekends and Literary Dreams of Charles Jackson, 2013, etc.) justifies his attraction to alcoholic subjects (John Cheever, Richard Yates, Charles Jackson) in this bleak, repetitious memoir.
Kaku is not shy about quoting science-fiction movies and TV (he has seen them all). Despite going off the deep end musing about phenomena such as isolated consciousness spreading throughout the universe, he delivers ingenious predictions extrapolated from good research already in progress.
Werth very aptly captured the drama of the pharmaceutical industry in which, although great profits are possible, great risks are also taken.
Hopefully writing My Age of Anxiety proved to be cathartic for Mr. Stossel. Reading My Age of Anxiety will surely prove to be inspirational for his compatriots.
By the end of her book, we see Ms. Laing's authors reduced to spiritual entropy. After their heroism and passion are accounted for, the truth is that they drank to get drunk. Their writings are unique, but their drunkenness is pretty much the same.
Do we live in neighborhoods that make us happy? That is not a silly question. Montgomery encourages us to ask it without embarrassment, and to think intelligently about the answer.
...Carnegie’s biggest legacy is as the “father of the self-help movement”, writes Mr Watts. Finding personal satisfaction is no easy thing, Carnegie acknowledged. But it is always best to begin with a smile.
More than anything, David And Goliath feels like one of Gladwell’s New Yorker articles stretched past his limit. Unfortunately, the book proves Steven Pinker right: Gladwell should stick to shorter works.
Nic DeNinno's anti-nightmare meds are failing as he tries to explain to his wife why his nighttime thoughts about killing prove that he is, or isn't, a monster. Finkel sketches a panoramic view of postwar life, which includes not just soldiers.
A comprehensive introduction to the fine art of “bibliotherapy,” with a list of 751 books to soothe your aches and pains.
...Levels of Life takes flight with its third, autobiographical section, "The Loss of Depth." After a vigil that lasted just "thirty-seven days from diagnosis to death," Barnes crash-landed into widowerhood. Normally so crisp and circumspect, Barnes writes movingly...
At just over 600 pages, Command and Control approaches cinder-block status, but there is very little in it I would’ve wanted trimmed — I read the entire thing over two days, while happily ignoring the beautiful fall weather outside. Schlosser never lets himself get lost in jargon...
You might not agree with all of Butler’s conclusions, but she is both thoughtful and passionate about the hard questions she raises — questions that most of us will at some point have to consider.
It is, however, easy to enjoy the book’s many vignettes and insights, leaving it to others with more bandwidth to fit it all together.
I didn’t really learn anything new about myself from this fairly basic test; you can learn a lot more about yourself doing your numerology.
Constructed in a series of questions and answers, interspersed with short fictional stories, Higashida gallantly attempts to explain why he and others with autism do the things they do, which often confound caretakers and onlookers. He bares his heart by putting forth the questions people ask, or long to ask...
Readers may feel overwhelmed at Epstein’s avalanche of genetic and physiological studies, but few will put down this deliciously contrarian exploration of great athletic feats.
There are no straightforward answers in this book, and no neat happy endings. Montross readily acknowledges that psychiatry is an imprecise science...But the book's great achievement is to make us understand that these people on their locked wards are not freaks or monstrosities, to be gawped at like the inmates of the Bedlam.
By learning the intimate details of the women's lives, seeing them as humans rather than victims, we see our similarities. The "us" and "them" that the stigmatization of sex work in society creates begins to erode.