“I really thought that I could sustain a life in music, but perhaps I’d end up in Las Vegas backing Tom Jones or something.”
RIP Morris Dickstein, among the last of the generation of the New York School of Jewish intellectuals, scholar/critics of massive knowledge and intellect who came from humble backgrounds.
“Arts journalism should meet the same high standard as other forms of writing but rarely does, even in the good old days.”
Nashville songwriter Aimee Mayo’s memoir offers an eye-opening perspective on the problematic treatment of women in the country music industry.
Here we have the story of a young Czech woman who could not only take a piece of fabric and shape it into a gorgeous dress, but could also take her experiences during WWII and shape them into a compelling memoir.
This slender memoir reads like a rambling conversation with a literary stranger you meet on a train.
Educated is a testament to the power of sensitive friends and mentors — and to Tara Westover’s own resilience.
No Way Home is a model for how to tell a weird, complicated story in a way that will make the reader hang on tight for the whole ride.
Giraldi was enticed by the fraternity of the gym as a way of filling out and firming up both his body and his sense of self.
Amy Schumer’s quasi-memoir is composed of stuff that would be better off posted on Facebook.