An archive of our reviews of memoirs, essay collections, and other works of creative nonfiction.
Jessa Cripsin’s manifesto is not for the faint of heart. In a tell-it-like-it-is, don’t-hold-back way, Cripsin tells the reader why she refuses to call herself a feminist. And it’s not for the reasons you may think.
Reviewed by Jennifer JenkinsRichard Stratton started the 1980s as an entrepreneur. He sold drugs, mostly marijuana, but eventually branched out to hashish and others, with the noble credo of plant liberation for the hippie mafia. Then things went terribly wrong. In his memoir, Smuggler’s Blues: A True Story of the Hippie Mafia, (Arcade Publishing, April…
One might consider the topics of his essays to be ordinary or mundane objects, but Foreman focuses on them with his thoughtful reflections, historical tidbits, and funny recollections.
The Japanese internment camps created by the Unites States as a reaction to the Pearl Harbor Bombing is dark time in American history.
“I’m no policewoman,” Luiselli, a native of Mexico, tries to reassure him. “I’m no official anyone, I’m not even a lawyer…”
Three Days In Damacus is a powerful memoir meant to educate the world about the living, breathing, collateral damage who have to rebuild elsewhere since the Iraq war.
Steven Barker’s debut book is a compilation of essays about what it’s like working as a temporary employee, joining the nearly “17 million contract workers in the U.S.”
It’s hard to fathom, reading this book in 2017, that Richard Stratton would have to do time at all for his offense–smuggling hashish and marijuana into the United States.
Review by Rachel NewcombeDeath is a library with all the lights turned off. –Valencia, James Nulick An unnamed male protagonist is going to die. But before he dies, we follow him to Valencia, Spain, where he checks into the Hotel Valencia for one week. He brings just a few articles of clothing and some…
The delight of Fred Amram’s memoir, We’re In America Now, about growing up as an immigrant to America, arriving at age six in 1939, comes entirely from his verve.
