Non-Fiction

Charmed, For Sure

Charmed, For Sure

I tend to avoid essay collections/memoirs by bloggers. This is a little strange, considering I’m an aspiring author with a blog that will be 16 years old this month. But a lot of times when I see a blogger get a book deal I shrug and think “Meh.” To be…
Boys in the Trees

Boys in the Trees

I have a strange compulsion to read all the memoirs written by women in music. I’m not exactly sure when it started. Maybe as a sort of research for my own book-in-progress. Maybe it’s because I love rock & roll and want to know more about the women who make…
It Ain’t No Big Thing

It Ain’t No Big Thing

In her memoir Living Like a Runaway Lita Ford, writes about how unimportant high school was to her and how she skipped out on her graduation to play a show with The Runaways. This apathy toward learning is pretty easy to see in this poorly-written, reflection-lacking, yet still entertaining memoir.…
Unsatisfied

Unsatisfied

I feel as though admitting that Carrie Brownstein’s memoir Hunger Makes Me a Modern Girl left me a little ho-hum feeling is going to get my something card revoked. Indie cred? Rock & Roll lover? Feminist? Music memoir junkie? I don’t know. Sometimes it’s isolating to be in the minority…
Modern Romance

Modern Romance

It’s not that Aziz Ansari’s Modern Romance isn’t interesting. It’s just that if you’re young-ish, single, and have a smartphone, you already know most of what it covers because you’ve lived it. Ansari was inspired to write Modern Romance after realizing the parts of his stand-up act that dealt with…
The Imitation Game: Alan Turing Decoded

The Imitation Game: Alan Turing Decoded

I recently watched the movie “The Imitation Game,” and it’s a great movie, even if it’s not very accurate. For instance, did Alan Turing name his decoding computer Christopher after a childhood friend he crushed on? Nope. Did Joan enter Bletchley Park after solving Turing’s crossword puzzle? Another big nope.…
Love-hate letter to a diary

Love-hate letter to a diary

Here are the circumstances of reading Sarah Manguso’s Ongoingness: I am in a mega-reading rut. Nothing looks good. Everything takes too long. I’m tired of buying new books, but I’ve already read at least half of all of the olds. I finished a graphic novel and had to use Wikipedia…
These Foolish Games

These Foolish Games

I have zero doubt that I spent large swaths of time in 1995 driving around in my 1979 Chrysler Newport singing along to “Who Will Save Your Soul” with as much sincerity and passion as 23-year-old me could muster. It might have been You Were Meant for Me”. Chances are…
The Great Rock & Roll Bummer

The Great Rock & Roll Bummer

It would be impossible to measure how excited I was when I first hear that Chrissie Hynde was going to publish a memoir. After all, in their memoirs both Linda Ronstadt and Pat Benatar named Hynde the Queen of Rock & Roll. That’s some pretty high praise from women who…
Scott on Scott

Scott on Scott

I’m going through a bit of a Scott Jurek phase right now that started with reading Born to Run and was helped along when he recently distance-ran the shit out of the Appalachian Trail. It helps that he grew up here in Northeastern Minnesota and before he ever won a big-deal…
Intimacy Idiot

Intimacy Idiot

In a few past reviews for this site, I’ve mused aloud whether I didn’t quite enjoy a book as much because it didn’t reflect my life. (See: Dept. of Speculation and The Buried Giant) If that is indeed the case, then I probably enjoyed Isaac Oliver’s “Intimacy Idiot” because it…