Bestiality is a running gag: "There's nothing wrong with fucking a male sheep, because if I did find something wrong with it, that would mean I was insensitive to the needs of the gay sheep community…"...It's hard not to feel revulsion for everything while reading this book – certainly the human body, sex, thought, animals, and life itself.
For dedicated movie buffs, a handful of choice remarks on the personal habits of stars provides respite from tedious details...Ultimately, the book is a charmed and mostly charming tribute to off-screen lives during a period many may regard as Hollywood's finest.
There’s a general sensation of closure and imminent climax as Harrison maneuvers toward the end, and patient readers are promised a substantial payoff.
Not every story in Bark is so memorable — in fact, I'd say there are even numbers of clunkers and keepers here.
But One More Thing is unfortunately padded with way too many things. While several of the shorter sketches are charmingly whimsical, few have the impact of either flash fiction or the aphoristic, often Zen-koan-like...The result is a collection that would have been much stronger with many fewer things.
“The Guts” is a decent performance, but doesn’t give us the “access all areas” badge I had expected.
They are routine failures that Mr Shteyngart’s prose and his New York brand of empathy—brusque and big-hearted—render meaningful and poignant. He fails and fails and fails, and then he doesn’t. Through grit and struggle and self-awareness, things fall into place...
There was a lot of repetitious jokes from previous books...if you've read the previous books, you know exactly what you are in for. I wish with all my heart, Janet Evanovich dove a bit deeper into the mystery aspect of her stories like she did in the earlier books.
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.
Six hundred pages that, in telling the life of Fosse, seem hardly enough. And oh, it is amazingly well written.
“Tune In” pays close attention to the many American influences on the young pre-Beatles...They hit adolescence just as rock ’n’ roll records became buyable, and “Tune In” keenly chronicles the favorites that they would draw on or recycle, even for their name: Beatles was a play on Buddy Holly’s Crickets, simple as that.
You come to a memoir like this for the stories, not the storytelling, which is good, because “great writer” is not a blade on the Bushkin Swiss Army knife. Anecdotes are repeated, characters are introduced and reintroduced, and the book’s prose is overburdened with sunbleached Damon Runyonesque clunkers.
...when Fielding attempts gut-wrenching descriptions of Bridget's grief, the tonal shift is just too far from the goofy diarist we remember.
If not the last word on Norman Mailer (what could be?), this book is likely to be the standard biography for this generation.
“The Rosie Project,” Simsion’s debut and a best seller in his native Australia, reminds us that people who are neurologically atypical have many of the same concerns as the rest of us: companionship, ethics, alcohol.
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.