
This may have been my favorite book of the year. A beautifully written novel with rich characters and a compelling story.
I’m late on this review, but I finished this during my trip to Japan. I really enjoyed it, and found it to be the perfect balance between dishy and depth.

“The Way We Were” (1973), dir. Sydney Pollack
I’m happy I read this, even though it made feel mostly weepy and not very “resilient”.
While reading it, I wasn’t sure if this book was my type, but after finishing it I’ve decided I loved it (how does that work? I’m not sure). It’s both strange and lovely and inspires me to write.
I may be biased but I feel like this could have solely focused on The Strokes and been just as successful. The interviews by them and about them were poetic and brimming with this energy that I can’t really explain. The rest of the book felt a little long, but overall I liked reading it and loved the oral history format.