A friend loaned me The Thieves of Manhattan by Adam Langer recently and recommended I read it. Knowing I was a writer and aspiring author, this friend felt certain I would enjoy this story. I was at first skeptical; this book did not fall into the categories I devote my limited leisure time to read: classics like The Great Gatsby, Little Women or Wuthering Heights, or narrative nonfiction and self-help books similar to my own genre of writing.
What the heck? I decided to take a break from the norm and give it a try. All I had to lose was a little extra time. As it turned out, my friend knows me pretty well. I truly enjoyed reading The Thieves of Manhattan. It’s an action-packed story about two writers in New York with a history of failure in the publishing industry. Their lives intertwine in a book-writing scam and suddenly they are living the Indiana Jones version of an author’s action/adventure in New York City. The book includes a lot of humorous jabs at the publishing industry and intentionally blurs the lines between fiction and nonfiction writing. By the end, the boundaries between what is real (a memoir) and what is fake (a novel) have been completely overstepped.
As a writer working toward the publication of my first book, I really found this story to be amusing. It was a quick read for me and a nice departure from the books I read to help further my writing efforts for a book to read just for the fun of it. Go ahead and read The Thieves of Manhattan, there’s really nothing to lose with this one, especially if you are a writer or aspiring author. Without even knowing you, I’m still pretty confident you will like this book. And if you read it, let me know what you think!
My thoughts and prayers go out to all his family, friends and fans for their suffering through his illness the last four years and for their grief now. All I need to add is “just one more thing.” Rest in peace, Peter Falk.
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It took working on writing a book to make me realize that I’m not all that interested in talking about the past, and that the best expression of my life and its ups and downs has been and remains my music.
The legacy of any musician of Joel’s caliber is of course his music, and I would much rather reference his brilliant music and songwriting instead of a tell-all memoir of forced confessions written by someone else (Fred Schruers). While Joel himself might respond to the criticism, “You may be right, I may be crazy,” I say bravo, Billy!
I read a lovely excerpt in Parade Magazine this morning from Ron Reagan’s new memoir My Father at 100 about his father, former President Ronald Reagan. The excerpt discusses the first hints of Alzheimer’s disease surfacing during Reagan’s presidency, and the former President’s son has some beautiful insight regarding how Alzheimer’s disease might have affected his father’s duties in office:
That likely condition, though, serves as a reminder that when we elect presidents, we elect human beings with all their foibles and weaknesses. I find something courageous in my father’s dedicated pursuit – even in the face of his declining powers – of peaceful rapprochement with the Soviet Union, the world’s other nuclear superpower, throughout his second term. He never stopped wanting to save the world.
This sounds like a fabulous book and loving tribute to a larger-than-life father who ended up being human just like the rest of us. Excerpt and photo courtesy of Parade Magazine, read the full article here: