Monday, February 28, 2011
This well-written collection of mostly auto-biographical essays by Raikoff was thought provoking (and slightly amusing) but also not too uplifting (as warned). Raikoff’s content does seem to belie the stereotype of the New York lefty intellectual that engages in meta-analysis and critique of daily living. He is a better word smith than Sedaris but less funny (not that that was his intent).
His tale of cancerous woe is quite touching and his examination of Rent quite devastating.
Give it a try.