Some of the chaos of this existence is replicated in the structure of Prochnik’s chapters, which tend to begin at a specific place and moment and then wander — or scurry — backward and forward in time, crossing and recrossing the Atlantic, the Alps and the English Channel.
A genre-crossing, pensive, peripatetic novel...Rich, lyrical, philosophically dense—not an easy work to take in but one that repays every effort.
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.
As with many sufferers, Stossel’s quest to find relief is unfinished, but his book relays a masterful understanding of the condition he and millions of others endure.
In the end I’m not sure that some of the central questions about writing and drinking ever really get answered. Their alcoholism may have destroyed them, but did it in some way make them great writers?
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.
Watts shows how particularly attuned Carnegie was to the psychological needs of Americans beaten down by the Great Depression, who needed to hear that positive thinking would garner positive results.
This is an entertaining book. But it teaches little of general import, for the morals of the stories it tells lack solid foundations in evidence and logic.
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.
Berthoud and Elderkin’s elegant prose and discussions that span the history of 2,000 years of literature will surely make readers seek out these books. Taking two novellas and calling the bibliotherapist in the morning sounds welcome indeed.
Barnes brings his themes to some kind of hard-won resolution, movingly, and with improbable dialectical neatness.
And gripping though the Damascus narrative is on its own terms, readers may have trouble picking up the broken threads of this highly complex multicharacter tale after so many involved and absorbing excursions ...
Butler usefully weighs the benefits of life-prolonging medical care, and argues persuasively for helping elders face death with foresight and bravery.
An intriguing discussion of poverty and scarcity that uses the tools of behavioral economics and offers some different approaches to mitigation...An appealing, very different approach to a pressing problem.
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.
What sets this book apart from the reams of professional theorising on autism is the fact that it is written by an autistic, and a child to boot. Its short, question-headed chapters aim to disclose the 13-year-old author's "inner self", to make people "understand what we really are, and what we're going through".
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.