March 22, 2012
by Bill Morris
I’m glad I haven’t read anything Leonard wrote about Nixon after 1975. My guess is it would be like watching someone empty an Uzi into a lifeless Clydesdale.
January 11, 2012
by Bill Morris
Every word I say or write about John Jeremiah Sullivan’s Pulphead turns instantly to mush. Yes, he’s that good.
November 23, 2011
Zeroville is a work of surpassing strangeness and beauty. Vikar is possesed by movies, and he’s come to the promised land. He has a tattoo of Elizabeth Taylor and Montgomery Clift on his shaved head, a red tear drop inked below an eye.
October 18, 2011
by Edan Lepucki
Let me get this out of the way: I hate running. I never enjoyed it: it hurt, it was boring, and I always worried about getting a sunburn.
October 12, 2011
Author Julie Salamon is blessed with that rare talent for not missing the forest for the trees while at the same time being able to see the trees.
September 20, 2011
By the end of the first page, you have learned everything you are ever going to know about the events on which the book focuses. What Queneau does do, however, is re-narrate this same scenario a further 98 times, in a series of distinct styles.
September 16, 2011
In Kenneth Fearing’s 1946 noir novel, a Manhattan writer is given the unenviable task of tracking himself down.
August 29, 2011
In the spring of 2007, the Italian journalist Daniele Mastrogiacomo arrived in Afghanistan. He was there to conduct an interview with a Taliban commander, but the promised interview was a trap.
August 25, 2011
With its gallons of bodily fluids and its frankness about the attendant pneumatics, Sabbath’s Theater makes Nicholson Baker’s “manstarch” look like marzipan, and The Rosy Crucifixion look like Make Way for Ducklings.
July 28, 2011
“You might have to coach Little League in a few years,” my father told me, handing me a strange, plain book. My son was a week old. It would be at least two years before he would learn to throw a cut fastball (and probably another year or two before he had any real command of the pitch).