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REAL ARTISTS HAVE DAY JOBS

(AND OTHER AWESOME THINGS THEY DON'T TEACH YOU IN SCHOOL)

Raunchy and unabashedly unapologetic, this is useful, take-no-prisoners humor.

Raw and ribald advice for growing up.

Curiously, Benincasa’s (Agorafabulous!: Dispatches from My Bedroom, 2012, etc.) 52-essay sampler of empirically based life lessons begins with a disclaimer touting her unworthiness as an advice giver. But what sets the latest collection from this comic apart from the rest of the burgeoning Everywoman’s self-help library is the soundness of the advice given. Amid some hilarious descriptors and a proclivity for unleashing expletives that makes Amy Schumer’s potty mouth seem reserved, Benincasa provides solid tips for relationships, health, wellness, and employment, many of which will be helpful for millennials feeling the crunch of keeping pace with modern living. Where a physician might remind one of the importance of prioritizing sleep, the author promotes the idea with all the subtlety of a drill sergeant: “Burning the midnight oil is fun until you burn right the fuck out.” Encouraging readers to embrace their individuality, no matter how embarrassing or nerdy, Benincasa offers courage on multiple fronts: “Consider the thing you really want to do that you have not yet done because you are afraid you would suck at it. Now go do it anyway.” The author draws on her experience with anxiety and depression, offering a refreshingly frank look at the difficulties of coping with mental illness and its remedies; at one point, she dubs a panic attack “the exact inverse of an orgasm.” Readers would be hard-pressed to mistake sex for intimacy after encountering her admonishment that, contrary to popular practice, “a vagina is not a time machine”: “sex cannot take you back in time to a simpler era.” Throughout the collection, Benincasa’s graphic yet pithy reflections cater to the 140-character attention spans of the Twitter-sphere while effectively instilling much street-smart wisdom.

Raunchy and unabashedly unapologetic, this is useful, take-no-prisoners humor.

Pub Date: April 26, 2016

ISBN: 978-0-06-236981-9

Page Count: 272

Publisher: Morrow/HarperCollins

Review Posted Online: March 12, 2016

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DRAFT NO. 4

ON THE WRITING PROCESS

A superb book about doing his job by a master of his craft.

The renowned writer offers advice on information-gathering and nonfiction composition.

The book consists of eight instructive and charming essays about creating narratives, all of them originally composed for the New Yorker, where McPhee (Silk Parachute, 2010, etc.) has been a contributor since the mid-1960s. Reading them consecutively in one volume constitutes a master class in writing, as the author clearly demonstrates why he has taught so successfully part-time for decades at Princeton University. In one of the essays, McPhee focuses on the personalities and skills of editors and publishers for whom he has worked, and his descriptions of those men and women are insightful and delightful. The main personality throughout the collection, though, is McPhee himself. He is frequently self-deprecating, occasionally openly proud of his accomplishments, and never boring. In his magazine articles and the books resulting from them, McPhee rarely injects himself except superficially. Within these essays, he offers a departure by revealing quite a bit about his journalism, his teaching life, and daughters, two of whom write professionally. Throughout the collection, there emerge passages of sly, subtle humor, a quality often absent in McPhee’s lengthy magazine pieces. Since some subjects are so weighty—especially those dealing with geology—the writing can seem dry. There is no dry prose here, however. Almost every sentence sparkles, with wordplay evident throughout. Another bonus is the detailed explanation of how McPhee decided to tackle certain topics and then how he chose to structure the resulting pieces. Readers already familiar with the author’s masterpieces—e.g., Levels of the Game, Encounters with the Archdruid, Looking for a Ship, Uncommon Carriers, Oranges, and Coming into the Country—will feel especially fulfilled by McPhee’s discussions of the specifics from his many books.

A superb book about doing his job by a master of his craft.

Pub Date: Sept. 5, 2017

ISBN: 978-0-374-14274-2

Page Count: 208

Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux

Review Posted Online: May 8, 2017

Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 1, 2017

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LIFE IS SO GOOD

The memoir of George Dawson, who learned to read when he was 98, places his life in the context of the entire 20th century in this inspiring, yet ultimately blighted, biography. Dawson begins his story with an emotional bang: his account of witnessing the lynching of a young African-American man falsely accused of rape. America’s racial caste system and his illiteracy emerge as the two biggest obstacles in Dawson’s life, but a full view of the man overcoming the obstacles remains oddly hidden. Travels to Ohio, Canada, and Mexico reveal little beyond Dawson’s restlessness, since nothing much happens to him during these wanderings. Similarly, the diverse activities he finds himself engaging in—bootlegging in St. Louis, breaking horses, attending cockfights—never really advance the reader’s understanding of the man. He calls himself a “ladies’ man” and hints at a score of exciting stories, but then describes only his decorous marriage. Despite the personal nature of this memoir, Dawson remains a strangely aloof figure, never quite inviting the reader to enter his world. In contrast to Dawson’s diffidence, however, Glaubman’s overbearing presence, as he repeatedly parades himself out to converse with Dawson, stifles any momentum the memoir might develop. Almost every chapter begins with Glaubman presenting Dawson with a newspaper clipping or historical fact and asking him to comment on it, despite the fact that Dawson often does not remember or never knew about the event in question. Exasperated readers may wonder whether Dawson’s life and his accomplishments, his passion for learning despite daunting obstacles, is the tale at hand, or whether the real issue is his recollections of Archduke Ferdinand. Dawson’s achievements are impressive and potentially exalting, but the gee-whiz nature of the tale degrades it to the status of yet another bowl of chicken soup for the soul, with a narrative frame as clunky as an old bone.

Pub Date: Feb. 1, 2000

ISBN: 0-375-50396-X

Page Count: 288

Publisher: Random House

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Dec. 15, 1999

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