As restless, and as sly, as the mythical Proteus, she nimbly remakes her novel at every turn — but she does so with another goal in mind. Sometimes, she seems to say, the only way to get your mind around the past is just to step ahead to a new beginning.
Seiffert’s last leg is perhaps a stretch too far that ekes out more of the same and tells us nothing new. Indeed, for some readers the entire book may feel like too great a distance to cover...However, Seiffert’s tragedy grips while it disturbs and its emotional punch makes it worth persevering until her bitter end.
Lepucki's cautious dystopia never quite asks the right questions of us, ultimately to the detriment of the novel.
If "The Great Glass Sea" suffers from a few excesses of ambition, then it is redeemed by Weil's greatest gift to the reader: a deep understanding of family, personal loss and the abiding love between siblings.
Moyes has mastered the art of likable, not terribly memorable, but far from simple-minded storytelling.
"Friendship" so knowingly and skillfully reveals the ways that a spoiled existence — spending recklessly while enduring leisurely but soul-sucking new media jobs and unnervingly detached relationships — add up to a particular form of hell.
By page 400-plus, the reader is eager for a resolution, and it comes as a bit of a surprise, as it should. For my money, Rowling has mastered her new genre impressively.
...it doesn’t help us understand what actually happened in the past decade and how we might change policy for the better. The issues Eggers approaches may be serious, but their treatment is not.
The area of Midtown Manhattan around Grand Central Terminal, with its host of landmark buildings, serves as the backdrop...The tour of Midtown, both above and below ground, is alone worth the price of admission.
The book’s energy, its wide reach and rich detail make it a confident example of the “unputdownable” novel.
It’s this kind of passing detail, blending the comic and the tragic, briefly redirecting the reader’s attention toward the million different wars going on all at once, that gives “Midnight in Europe” its terrific texture of reality.
The Rise and Fall of Great Powers is itself a strange book that demands some patience on the part of a reader, particularly the patience to allow yourself to be mystified for long stretches. Its pleasures are almost architectural...
...it’s a major step up from his previous book, Doctor Sleep, and it’s unusual in its dedication to surprising readers who by this time may think they know King like the back of their hands.
The story of Mayor and Maribel is interrupted by soliloquies from Ms. Henríquez’s chorus of immigrants...Too often, however, they feel like unnecessary distractions from the story of the Rivera and Toro families, which by themselves encapsulate both the promises and perils of the American dream.
Foulds writes like no one else; while individual scenes are rendered with poetic simplicity, they fit together into an elliptical, complex plot readers will puzzle over long after finishing this novel.
Writers like Slava, and like Fishman, have a responsibility to do justice to the beauty in the details, and Fishman achieves that handily here.
King does not shy from showing the uncomfortable relationship among all three anthropologists and those they study. Particularly upsetting is the portrait of a Tam who returns “civilized” after working in a copper mine. A small gem, disturbing and haunting.
Henderson, a native Montanan, finds ample room for deep-turning plot twists in the superficially simple matter of a man looking for meaning in his own life while trying to help others too proud and mistrustful to receive that assistance...It’s expertly written and without a false note, if often quite bleak.
...The Vacationers really is perfect summer reading: a beautifully written story that’s neither too depressing nor too charming, one that contains all the aching emptiness of wanting children or sex or companionship. It’s like sitting on a perfect sandy beach and knowing there’s jellyfish in the water, waiting to sting.
...I am sure it will be seen on beaches both at home and abroad this summer. But I imagine that it will be left on them afterwards.