First, let me say that in In Black and White, the reader gets a careful documentary of Mr. Sammy Davis, Jr., one of the most important black entertainers of the 20th century. But - and this is a wonderful plus - we get a brief picture of the progression (or lack of it) of civil rights in the United States. All of Sammy's talent did not make a difference in his acceptance by those in power. Whether he was under the thumb of Frank Sinatra or licking the wounds created by his mother's rejection, one gets a sense of Sammy, the unhappy song-and-dance man. Sammy never seemed able to accept the love his talent accorded him. He wanted the acceptance that only he could give himself.
This is a fascinating and sad look at a man who made it all the way up the ladder only to find that the top didn't afford him the love he wanted.
The epilogue wherein the author meets with Sammy's mother is chilling. It speaks frighteningly to the hurdles Davis was ill-equipped to hurdle: namely, the parent who could never be pleased.
Both emotionally and intellectually satisfying - it's the ultimate cautionary tale. Read it and weep literally.
Perhaps the best work of fiction I've "read" in years. Totally mindblowing. An artistic triumph. It satisfies the psyche.
Sort of ... I guess ...
I would have presented my observations as my opinions and not dismiss another's opinions so nonchalantly.
Yes, with reservations ...
Augusten Burroughs is an important observer of humanity. However, he does himself no justice with his autocratic presentations. He needs to get back to fiction wherein he excels.
He never took responsibility for his womanizing. Whatever good he accomplished, in my opinion, was obliterated by his oversized ego.
I want to believe this doctor's story is true, but this pious pap only turns me off. There is nothing real about this doctor, her family and her faith.
I'm listening to Defending Jacob
Some complain that Dexter has lost his edge, is more sympathetic. I agree, and that is why I love him even more. It's the struggle with his burgeoning humanity that makes Dexter so much more a fully-developed character. Keep 'em coming, Jeff Lindsay.
Gary Dell'Abate is a nice guy and that comes across in this well-produced audiobook. Regrettably, nice guys don't often make for interesting books. Fans of Gary will be all too familiar with the on-air shenanigans he writes of. What we haven't heard before are the insightful paragraphs about his mother's illness, his brother's death from AIDS and, most of all, his undeniable love for his father. He writes with passion and one cannot help but to be moved by this everyman who's staked a claim in our hearts and minds. Congratulations, Gary.
Ok, I give in. I admit it. I'm a Shopaholic Junkie. I know ... it's chick lit, but I can't help it. I'm in love with Becky. She makes me laugh out loud. Her convoluted sense of reality and her warped values are winning character flaws that make her my guilty pleasure. Obviously, in my more sane moments, I realize that no one could be as stupid as Becky's husband, Luke. He falls for her twisted logic every time. In reality, at best he would never have married her and at worst he'd be out the door at the first sign of her outrageous justifications. But I hope he never figures her out.. I say Long live Becky and Sophie Kinsella!
It's rare that I laugh out loud when reading a book. During John Water's superb reading of his own book, this happened over and over and over again. Great literature? Probably not, but lots of tongue-in-cheek fun for listeners like me, who have a warped sense of humor. Don't miss this one.
I wrote a review when this book was first made available ... and waited ... and waited ... and waiated for it to be posted. It never happened. It shows up for me when I call up all my reviews, but has never been posted for others to consider. This is not the first time this happened - jut the last - since I no longer waste my time writing reviews ....
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