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It’s really good; EW gave it a B+, but I think that’s low. It’s really funny and a fast read. Shawn’s full tour schedule is <a href=”http://blog.myspace.com/mypetvirus” target=”_blank”>here</a>. Tell him Sars sent …
Some of the writing is clumsy, but it suits the vintage style of the material and isn’t distracting. A quick read, and particularly hilarious on the Tarnower murder. (9/30/03)
It’s very good, but do you ever find yourself reading a sex scene and wondering why — like, that there’s some rule of fiction stating that any novel for grown-ups has to have some sex …
It’s a book about the endless rewriting of Up Close and Personal, which is one of the weakest and most pointless Hollywood-product movies I’ve seen from the last ten years, so it’s cool to hear …
Excellent read for fans of the contemporary game and/or of Bill James; the writing really purrs along (it could have stood better proofreading, though).
I actually finished this days ago, but I’ve been avoiding writing it up here, because…where to begin, really, with this whole <a href=”http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/0104061jamesfrey1.html” target=”_blank”>flapdoodle</a>. The story begins, for me, months ago, when I was …
It’s very funny, and skillfully avoids a pitfall common to travel writing, namely that the diction starts to repeat itself after a while. Hilarious bits about tourists in Killarney and the non-bird that flew …
It’s a book about, basically, how shitty it is to try to make the Olympics as a gymnast or figure skater and what a giant psychopath Bela Karolyi is. Good stuff — a little …
Eh. Too much detail in spots, not enough in others. It’s a reissue of a twenty-year-old edition, and a certain creakiness pervades the prose; the book isn’t interesting enough to make it worthwhile …