After finishing After Woodstock: The True Story of a Belgian Movie, an Israeli Wedding, and a Manhattan Breakdown, the beleaguered reader cannot escape the fact that he knows more about
One of the great pities of our time is that we live in a golden age of readable but also solid academic credible studies of Roman and Medieval history for a popular audience.
I try to stay on the positive side of things as much as I can, because I’m a positive kind of guy. But once in a while, a book comes along that is so laughably obtuse that you just can’t give it a
“. . . the kind of book that provides endless possibilities in terms of multiple readings as it is a timeline, a diary, a love letter to the designer’s career.”