Feb. 27th, 2013
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Feb. 27th, 2013 03:41 pmWeek of February 18
Books:
* Inside Scientology: The Story of America's Most Secretive Religion, Janet Reitman (the first big exhaustively researched book about Scientology, published in 2011. I like Wright's book better because it has more current information, having just been published last month, but Reitman's book is still valuable for her intensively detailed account of Lisa McPherson's death.)
* My Dad is a Policeman, Cathy Glass (apparently Cathy dabbles in fiction! Which, um, she really shouldn't. As a writer, she's merely competent; this is fine for non-fiction, since the story is already there to be told, but as soon as she steps away from it, the fact that she's not an awesome writer becomes painfully obvious.)
* Oh Myyy!, George Takei
* Francona: the Red Sox Years, Terry Francona and Dan Shaughnessy (I can't believe I am so out of touch with baseball that I didn't know Theo Epstein left the Red Sox in 2011. Or, even more incredibly, that I did somehow know and then forgot. I can't say this book instilled me with the desire to return, though, so much as it reminded me of how fucking exhausting it was being a baseball fan. Rewarding in many ways, but exhausting. I do not know how I survived some of those postseasons. Also, shut up, Dan Shaughnessy.)
Books:
* Inside Scientology: The Story of America's Most Secretive Religion, Janet Reitman (the first big exhaustively researched book about Scientology, published in 2011. I like Wright's book better because it has more current information, having just been published last month, but Reitman's book is still valuable for her intensively detailed account of Lisa McPherson's death.)
* My Dad is a Policeman, Cathy Glass (apparently Cathy dabbles in fiction! Which, um, she really shouldn't. As a writer, she's merely competent; this is fine for non-fiction, since the story is already there to be told, but as soon as she steps away from it, the fact that she's not an awesome writer becomes painfully obvious.)
* Oh Myyy!, George Takei
* Francona: the Red Sox Years, Terry Francona and Dan Shaughnessy (I can't believe I am so out of touch with baseball that I didn't know Theo Epstein left the Red Sox in 2011. Or, even more incredibly, that I did somehow know and then forgot. I can't say this book instilled me with the desire to return, though, so much as it reminded me of how fucking exhausting it was being a baseball fan. Rewarding in many ways, but exhausting. I do not know how I survived some of those postseasons. Also, shut up, Dan Shaughnessy.)