Quentin Tarantino delights in exhausting his audiences as much as he does in entertaining them.
The Southern-inflected melee of Harry Crews’ universe is like a Hieronymus Bosch canvas dipped in whiskey and flour and deep-fried.
Jay Atkinson does a great service to the complexities of history by portraying the bloody tragedy of each side’s mutually deadly incomprehension.
A fast-paced, fact-laden book by two “Boston Globe” reporters about the 2013 Boston Marathon bombings that doesn’t answer the tough questions.
If Wordsworth was right in saying that poetry is emotion recollected in tranquility, than a rugby memoir is a punch in the face reconsidered from a hospital bed.
Paradise Road: Jack Kerouac’s Lost Highway and My Search for America by Jay Atkinson, Wiley and Sons, 250 pages, $25.95 Reviewed By Nancye Tuttle I’m ready to pack my bag and hit the road. But it isn’t Jack Kerouac’s iconic 1957 novel On the Road that’s fueling my wanderlust. It’s Jay Atkinson’s compelling, new memoir […]