What the book lacks is objectivity. Not only does the author note that she never asked questions she felt would be unwelcome, she is awestruck to the point of obsequiousness. It is to the book’s and the readers’ detriment that her hero worship of her often grumpy subject is so glaring.
Morris...earned Luce’s trust and access to more than 460,000 items in the restricted Luce Collection at the Library of Congress. Blonde, beautiful and glamorous...he took many lovers, with a special preference for men in uniform...Morris perceptively reveals the nightmare in this evenhanded and intimate portrait.
Driven to write a book everyone would long to read...Pasternak created a massive cast of characters. “The Zhivago Affair” contains just as many memorable players...
Birmingham makes palpable the courage and commitment of the rebels who championed Joyce, but he grants the censors their points of view as well in this absorbing chronicle of a tumultuous time. Superb cultural history, pulling together many strands of literary, judicial and societal developments into a smoothly woven narrative fabric.
Face it: Wouldn’t you rather strike out on the road with John Waters than Jack Kerouac? If the answer is yes, then this book is for you, even if Waters...the ever-flamboyant auteur-(Pink Flamingos, Hairspray et al) turned-writer, takes his sweet time getting going.
Over the course of her year at the Agency, Joanna—who is now a poet, journalist, critic, and prize-winning novelist—“finds her own voice by acting as Salinger’s.”...You’ll have to read her beautifully crafted memoir...
Clinton's calculated mix of soaring rhetoric and tacit realpolitik reveals much, but not everything.
...he is forced to speak about himself. And he does so the same way he spoke of Sissy Hankshaw, Wiggs Dannyboy, the Woodpecker and Plucky Purcell. This works well for tales of deformed hitchhikers and outlaw bombers, but it can become grating, navel-gaze-y and not-so-humble-brag-ish when it's Tom Robbins writing about Tom Robbins
The leitmotif of these tales is dispossession: the Czech people struggling to remain individuals in a state where individualism is literally a crime. Faced with the hand-tailored sadism and iron whimsy of occupying forces, these men and women must make a choice: resist or submit.
...his narrative is focused on not eating what the rest of the crew is eating, not sleeping where others sleep...he waits in his cabin alone, wondering what the hell is going on. Dyer might as well be on a cruise ship, and he knows it.
...this book should appeal to a wider audience. It underlines the need for intelligence-gathering by humans as well as by machines, and illustrates the gap between spying and policy.
He says that the financial rescue programs enacted in the crisis years were a success because the alternative—which no one can ever know—would have been far worse. What we do know is that, six years later, the economy is suffering through a historically weak recovery and the emergency programs haven't ended.
In the end, none of these die-hard fans comes closer to finding the real Dylan, but they discover over and over just why Dylan’s music means so much to them.
For those new to China, Mr Osnos beautifully portrays the nation in all its craziness, providing a ringside seat for the greatest show on earth.
Since his narrative doesn’t proceed chronologically to a natural climax, he jumps around a bit with time. A minor work by a major novelist, a busman’s holiday, but engaging in its color and character.
Cheney’s biography is lucidly written...and she clearly brings to life the character and personality of Madison. Apart from Ralph Louis Ketcham’s 1971 life, this is probably the best single-volume biography of Madison that we now have.
This isn’t a happy story...but in the hands of this gifted artist — one of the best cartoonist/writers anywhere — the story is made deeply personal, more so by Chast’s superb drawings and hand-lettered text, which give it the feeling of a journal or diary
Hoare's writing awakens the senses with visions, sounds, and smells of the ocean; his delight and interest in nature will encourage readers to look around with new eyes.
"No Place to Hide" is uneven; it doesn't really tell us anything we didn't know already, and Snowden himself disappears about 100 pages in. Still, and despite Greenwald's more self-important tendencies, the book is part of a necessary conversation about surveillance and privacy.
Given its subtitle—"A Nanny Writes Home"— I opened this book with misgivings. I don't find cute stories about child rearing particularly riveting (unless, of course, they're my own). But "Love, Nina" is enchanting. It's one of the funniest—and oddest—books I've read in a long time.