Russell's new book is sure to make readers foam all over again. Not because it’s a bad book, but because it is wildly uneven—with flashes of brilliance bogged down by half-baked analysis and muddy writing.
Many people liken quarantine to prison or war, yet there are salutary rewards to be found in such solitary activities as braiding your own hair, learning to play piano, watching birds, and photographing your daughters.
Why didn’t Edward Taylor insist on a screenwriting credit, and the money that would flow with it? As his stepdaughter implored him, “What are you doing? You can’t not get credit. It’s not fair and it’s not accurate.”