...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.
But “The Splendid Things We Planned” is about Blake’s brother and, to a lesser extent, his parents, not the author, which is too bad. Blake is a more interesting character than his family, and has contributed much to the understanding of lives and works of major writers.
These new mental frontiers make for captivating reading, yet Kaku’s optimism and enthusiasm provides cover for what are mostly overhyped claims.
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.
In the end, the main value of Happy City is not in saying something new, but in saying forcefully what can't be said too much.
He does a masterful job of weaving in Carnegie’s impact on the lives of individuals being tossed by the waves of industrialization, urbanization and mass media that dominated the last century and this...Yet Carnegie’s intuition that the spark of individual ambition burns in all of us persists, and this book is, in its own way, an inspiration, too.
Mr Gladwell’s earlier books, particularly “The Tipping Point”, his first, were genuinely thought-provoking. This one is about as insightful as a fortune cookie. Read something else
Finkel’s prose, following the rhythms of the people he shadows, is spare and riveting, and incites both compassion for the wounded and fury at the system.
"Can you recommend a book?" is a frequent question in my line of work, and I plan to recommend "The Novel Cure: From Abandonment to Zestlessness: 751 Books to Cure What Ails You" to the next person who asks me.
“Levels of Life” shows that Barnes still loves and longs, five years after his wife’s death. The proof is there even before we start reading: the book’s dedication, as with all of those that preceded it, says, “For Pat.”
Schlosser has done what journalism does at its best when at full stretch: he has spent time – years – researching, interviewing, understanding and reflecting to give us a piece of work of the deepest import.
...underlying all this commentary simmers her articulate challenge to the medical profession: to reconsider its reflexive postponement of death long after lifesaving acts cease to be anything but pure brutality.
Though the book lacks the killer anecdotal "stickiness" of a Malcolm Gladwell or a Kahneman, Scarcity does give scientific rigour to our instinctive understanding of the effect of privation (and austerity) on the brain...
I really like the idea of the entire book/test. I am in the process of having some assistant coaches take the test so that I can have some greater insight when working with them.
A 13-year-old Japanese author illuminates his autism from within, making a connection with those who find the condition frustrating, mysterious or impenetrable....Anyone struggling to understand autism will be grateful for the book and translation.
"The Sports Gene" is bound to put the cat among the pigeons in the blank-slate crowd who think that we can all be equal as long as we equalize environmental inputs such as practice. But the science says that it just ain't so. Not even 10,000 hours of wishful thinking will change nature.
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.
His human portraits are sharp yet compassionate, rendered in rough language and complicated by subplots of addiction and economic hardship.