“I wrote 63 songs this year. They’re all about Jeter.” Just kidding. The game we love, the players we hate, and more.
From Norman Mailer to Wendy Pepper — everything on film, TV, books, music, and snacks (shut up, raisins), plus the Girls’ Bike Club.
Helping public schools, winning prizes, sending a crazy lady in a tomato costume out in public.
Monologues, travelogues, fiction, and fart humor. And hens. Don’t forget the hens.
The Tomato Nation advice column addresses your questions on etiquette, grammar, romance, and pet misbehavior. Ask The Readers about books or fashion today!
Herzog is off-puttingly self-congratulatory, and I wish he hadn’t bothered mentioning all the players he could tell had drug problems if he’s not going to name some damn names, and I know it’s the fashion …
Hated it. Stomped on it when I finished reading it. Condescending, priggish, hypocritical, poorly written pap. Loathsome book.
The writing can be kind of pro forma at times, but Rathbone does paint a vivid picture most of the time. My only real complaint is that I’d have liked more follow-up on some …
It is — to the surprise of nobody, I’m sure — an excellent book. It’s funny, it’s touching, and it’s so smoothly written that you just can’t stop reading it; I finished it in …
While it’s hardly even-handed (and also REALLY hard to read because, in the original, he typeset it himself and his caps alignment is fucked, so it’s like reading a really small-fonted term paper), it’s really …
Eh. Not nearly enough dirt, the interstitial bits with Jerry are forced — if you read the excerpt in Vanity Fair, you don’t need to read the whole thing.
The problem here is that it’s pretty clear early in the book what had actually happened (sorry for the vagueness, I don’t want to ruin it for anyone), which is a shame; Jackson’s first-person narration …
Parts of it haven’t dated well, I don’t think, and while I like the build, the ending is not my favorite — I got that inorganic “because I said so” feeling from it. Still …
It’s a good read; it seems overly long for a true-crime book when you start it, but I can’t see where I would have cut it. (In fact, I might have added to it; …