A memoir is a tricky thing. An art form that is often more interested in Truth than it is in facts. A work in which reality is posted through the filter of self.
He wrote The Caine Mutiny, Marjorie Morningstar, Youngblood Hawke, The Winds of War, and War and Remembrance. He won the Pulitzer, TV miniseries fame, and the girl of his dreams.
Editor Meredith Maran’s latest book, which follows her previous collection, Why We Write, gathers together the thoughts of Twenty Memoirists on Why They Expose Themselves (and Others)
Fans of Verdi's opera La Traviata and readers who enjoy biographies of courtesans won't want to miss this gem by Rene Weis, a regular contributor to the Royal Opera House programs.
In a blend of history, memoir, and travelogue, renowned ceramicist Edmund de Waal invites readers, artists, art critics, and the curious into his obsession with clay and its beauty from its genesis
If timing were everything, this memoir would be No. 1 on all the bestseller lists, getting released the week of David Bowie’s unfortunate death and the release of his latest album.
Drinking at the Movies by Julia Wertz is an interesting comic memoir of living in New York as a poor, desperate, and whiskey-addicted comic artist trying to make it.
Henry Clay lived in an age when he could rise from a log schoolhouse to be perhaps not, as the author claims, America's greatest statesman but undoubtedly one of its major historical figures.
In “Mercury,” the first of four all-too-brief essays that together comprise the final thin volume of his writings, entitled Gratitude, Oliver Sacks writes of his patients “in their ninetie
On September 18, 1931, the Regensburger Echo ran a front-page article, “Suicide in Hitler's Apartment.” The body of Geli Raubal, Hitler's niece, was found with a single gunshot wound to th
This well-researched book provides a fascinating glimpse into the biography of a pioneering author. It also sheds light on the origins of psychedelic America in the 60s and beyond.
Prior to David A. Bell’s new work, detailed investigations of the “life and times of Napoleon Bonaparte (1769–1821)” did not evoke notions of a short, slim volume.
