I suspect the usual audience for a run memoir is runners, of the current or former variety. Running can be dreary enough without actually reading about it. (Dancing about architecture, anyone?) So, right off the bat, Tom Foreman’s My Year of Running Dangerously has a bit of an uphill battle with a significant portion of the reading public. Foreman makes a respectable effort at chronicling the descent into madness that is running.
A History of Rock & Roll
I may or may not have taken the long route to an already out of the way grocery store this morning to get things I could have easily put off until Monday to buy in order to finish the last CD of Carole King’s audio-book memoir A Natural Woman. My father gave me the Tapestry album one year for Christmas and it truly is a masterpiece; I never really knew anything else that King was involved in but this book is a well written overview of her decades […]
I don’t know what to title this but the book was really good.
Mara Wilson’s debut memoir is a collection of well-written personal essays and I really enjoyed listening to it, but I didn’t love love love it. Some of the essays were incredibly moving and interesting to me, but others had that problem that I have with a lot of memoirs and collections of personal essays where it seems like it was included to fill space. I just find myself reacting like, okay I guess that was pretty good, but why did it need to be written? […]
I Don’t Remember Much About It
(This is a review of the audio version) I think I would have enjoyed this better in written form, because I had a hard time following along and staying interested to the audio version. Essays especially I think lend themselves well to paper (or electronic) versions because they can be read in chunks; the audio version for me meant stopping it a lot right in the middle, and not being able to listen again until I’d forgotten what I already heard. That said, what I […]