“Arts journalism should meet the same high standard as other forms of writing but rarely does, even in the good old days.”
For those of us who value a formal education done right, this volume is a glorious celebration.
Author Vivian Gornick’s discontent is foundational, fertile, unquenchable, except by writing, and quite often funny.
Oliver Sacks’ On the Move is an absorbing, idiosyncratic, often moving memoir.
Göran Rosenberg has written a calm yet passionate account of events after Auschwitz, a memoir marked by great intelligence and equally great emotional intensity.
Every writer fantasizes about passionate readers. These were as passionate as they come.
In The Days Trilogy, Expanded Edition, H. L. Mencken comes off as a marvelously mellowed master, his trademark savagery smoothed over, its energy focused on generating a pungently picturesque vision of a vanished America.
Pulitzer-prize winning journalist Lucinda Franks’s writing can be brilliant, deeply honest, and startling; other times superficial, sentimental, New Agey, or simply not credible.
Gary Shteyngart’s memoir proffers the rhetorical zest and caustic wit of his novels, but it lacks their satiric edge.
We become increasingly aware that we are in the mind of a doctor who has taught himself to observe carefully, who has an amazingly strong will to survive, and who chooses not to waste precious time and energy on anger or revenge.