It’s the “then some” throughout the novel that may irk a reader intent on a breezy read — or a salad. Yet real life is full of asides and detours, complications and random encounters. Reichl manages to make these “side dishes” essential to her story in a way that turns a romance mystery into a satisfying repast.
Ms Gall’s narrative would have been stronger if she had balanced what she learned from Afghan intelligence sources, who are famously hostile (if for good reason) towards Pakistan’s army, with other views.
“Redeployment” is hilarious, biting, whipsawing and sad. It’s the best thing written so far on what the war did to people’s souls...“Redeployment” is a collection of stories, each in a different voice, some of them set in Iraq...and some in the United States, after the various characters have come home.
As Helen and Isaac take their turns at the narrative mic, Mengestu cleverly toys with our perceptions...Writing with the kind of effortless ease suggestive of much painstaking struggle, Mengestu locates the novel’s horror not in war per se, but in those seemingly born to its bidding.
And just when you think you can’t bear any more bleakness, Mohamed shows us the human connections that, despite all odds, endure...The clear-eyed candour of Mohamed’s vivid and lyrical writing offers insights not only into Somalia’s troubled history but into the conflicted relationships we all have...
...Harris pens superb exegeses of the ideological currents coursing through this most political of cinematic eras, and in the arcs of his vividly drawn protagonists—especially Stevens, whose camera took in the liberation of Paris and the horror of Dachau—we see Hollywood abandoning sentimental make-believe to confront the starkest realities.
Fans know the formula: plenty of rousing battle scenes—Weber’s specialty—and characters that gradually, over many pages, come into focus...If you’re not already addicted to this series, don’t start here.
But for all its shocking revelations, the story lacks propulsion, its backward narration and withholding of information distracting us from the action and motivation. Nevertheless, this is a memorable book.
Mr. Gates has been a public servant for four decades under eight presidents. I think that he should have let time heal wounds before writing his book, but it was obviously an exorcism of the demons that he acquired while writing over a thousand condolence letters to the families of our fallen warriors.
Cornwell skillfully illuminates the competing cultures of the 10th Century; the conflict between Dane and Saxon is examined with sympathy and insight...
Priscilla brilliantly exposes the tangled complexities behind that question so easily asked from the comfort of a peacetime armchair: "What would I have done?"
Payton is a strong emerging talent on the Canadian literary landscape. The Wind is Not a River will have readers rooting for the lovers, even as it moves them to tears.
If this all sounds like a parlor game played by sauced tweeds at the faculty Christmas party, rest assured that it reads a bit like one, too. Mr. Lebow’s meandering narrative is sometimes difficult to follow...among descriptions of his best world, his worst world, the actual historical world and potential forks that branch off from each.
...politically savvy but militarily uneventful novel that bridges the gap between the last novel and the expected sequel.
What has long provided the authenticity that gives credibility to Clancy’s work is his hands-on knowledge of modern weapons and the men and women who use them...Mark Greaney, his co-author on “Command Authority,” continued Clancy’s self-education in battle realities.
This is history drained not just of its interesting bits but of its very import, and at such times Wilford seems less an inartful storyteller than a kind of lecture-hall sadist.
It’s not just that Mr. Shavit lays out the story of Israel’s founding with clarity and precision. This is a story we’ve read before...It’s that he so deliberately scrutinizes the denial he locates at the heart of Israeli consciousness.
Sacco’s illustration — exacting in every damning detail, magnificent in its tragic way — is both indictment and tribute enough.
The author illustrates the complex intergenerational problems that were created by his father’s conduct, including breakdowns and hospitalizations.
Though MacMillan tries to steer a neutral course, it is clear in this important work where her sentiments lie. It won’t be the final word in this debate though.