Monthly Archives: April 2012

I’ve written several biographies and I’m kind of proud of them. But then I got this new biography of Richard Brautigan. It’s as if I’m standing at the urinal, looking down, congratulating myself. You know, that’s not bad . . . I’m … Continue reading →

It’s a miracle I survived childhood. We didn’t have seatbelts in cars, all of the walls were coated in lead-based paint, and once a week a truck used to drive through my neighborhood spraying DDT. And don’t forget The Three … Continue reading →

For me, it’s not hard to decide what sport has produced the greatest books. It’s the national pastime, of course, the game that has defined our nation. Not to go all Ken Burns on you, but this game says so much about … Continue reading →

It’s one of those cliches that always rises to the top of a book critic’s bag of tricks: “I couldn’t out it down.” But I’m here to tell you it’s true. I just ripped through two books that were stuck … Continue reading →