“The Guts” is a decent performance, but doesn’t give us the “access all areas” badge I had expected.
...its final moments of transcendence come in a deeply moving and uniquely Shteyngartian journey back to Russia. Traveling alongside his long-suffering parents, Igor/Gary closes a circle or two. And he allows his father to speak a few final words about an emotion born from many generations of suffering: guilt.
It’s always sad to farewell a favourite series. But it’s even sadder that I’m doing it because I can’t stand what it’s become anymore, rather than having it just end.
A stocking stuffer for die-hard Burgundians or a gag gift to bring to Wes Mantooth’s holiday party, but nothing more than that.
Again and again in this stirring memoir of a highly unusual life, Anjelica Huston just tries to show what it's been like, being her.
Readers looking for nuance will not find it here, but there are plot twists, adventure, heartbreak, and familial love in spades, making this the kind of story that keeps readers turning pages in a fever.
It’s hard to imagine a Beatle biography ever equaling what Lewisohn has done in writing of the first two decades of their lives.
There are cliches aplenty, and awkward sentences such as "My words hung in the air without reply and eventually evaporated." There is also some nickel-and-dime psychology: Johnny's mother "was indifferent and lacked emotion."....there is something distasteful about this self-aggrandizing rehashing.
In the end, though, it's hard not to feel that Fielding is hampered by her own legacy. Bridget has spawned so many imitators in the intervening years that all this ground feels very well trodden. Even so, those of us who loved her the first time will be glad to welcome her back – big pants, fillers and all.
While it’s difficult not to find Mailer the man repugnant, Lennon’s almost clinical perspective shows the author’s restless innovation, which was indispensable for understanding the U.S. in the second half of the 20th century.
Fans of Parks and Recreation and Offerman’s brand of deadpan humor are sure to gorge themselves on the healthy portion he provides.
As a book about a cinematic comedy of errors, “The Disaster Artist” is much better than the mess of a movie it describes.
Seuss explores the same philosophical message in his own inimitably wise and witty style.
Some of the material relating to Parker's early life, much of it gathered in the first interview ever given by Rebecca Ruffin, his first wife...is strikingly intimate, particularly in the description of the miscarriage of what would have been his second child when he was not yet 18.
"Simple Dreams" deserves attention for more than just its glaring gaps, though, at least if you're a major fan of the brand of inclusive Americana she breathed life into as the counterculture was breathing its last
A humorous take on mortality...By book’s end, it’s evident that Crystal himself has grown old, but rather than make a secret of his age, he turns it into a punch line...A charming, warm, welcome read for Crystal’s legions of fans.
Abstract comedy, it turns out, just isn't that funny, and Rush's plot never really congeals. That's not a fatal shortcoming in itself, but unfortunately all the reader is left with is these sad, petulant clowns talking past one another in a series of awkward encounters.
Thoughtful, sardonic, and full of touches that almost resemble a fairy tale, MaddAddam will stick with you long after you've put it down.
In a honeyed dialect, the omnipresent narrator directly engages readers, ricocheting between the hilarious human and critter dramas to a riotous finale.
Matthew Berry, ESPN's senior fantasy sports analyst, would seem well-positioned to deliver on the promise of his subtitle...Yet "Fantasy Life" contains no insight into what might, say, cause someone to spend every Labor Day holiday—to his wife's consternation—in a dive bar in Keene, N.H., drafting a fantasy football team.