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4.08 AVERAGE
4.08 AVERAGE
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4.75 stars
As a self-proclaimed art nerd, I very much enjoyed Patrick Bringley's memoir of overcoming grief by spending a decade enveloping himself in the bubble of awe and beauty that is the Met. I did not bawl as much as I expected to while reading because there was so much in the book about the art itself, the intricacies that make the Met "work" on a daily basis, and the happier times that appeared over the course of the story. My only wish is that the book had been longer. The first 3/5 or so is very detailed and flows together well. Then, suddenly, it's 2 years later. Then, it's another 3 years later. And, there is nothing linking those large jumps. So, it almost feels like the author (or his editor) got worried the book was going to end up 800 pages and was told to figure out how to get to the end, already. I wish we heard more and saw more.
As a self-proclaimed art nerd, I very much enjoyed Patrick Bringley's memoir of overcoming grief by spending a decade enveloping himself in the bubble of awe and beauty that is the Met. I did not bawl as much as I expected to while reading because there was so much in the book about the art itself, the intricacies that make the Met "work" on a daily basis, and the happier times that appeared over the course of the story. My only wish is that the book had been longer. The first 3/5 or so is very detailed and flows together well. Then, suddenly, it's 2 years later. Then, it's another 3 years later. And, there is nothing linking those large jumps. So, it almost feels like the author (or his editor) got worried the book was going to end up 800 pages and was told to figure out how to get to the end, already. I wish we heard more and saw more.
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Grief and art and NYC.
Thoughtful but a few weird comments about fat bodies
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DNF. I might come back. It was my bedtime read and my check out lapsed.
I think all of the glowing reviews of this memoir must think that the guy who wrote it is a really nice guy. I could rip it to shreds point by point but I won't because I'm also a nice guy. Every page I dog eared was out of anger and a feeling of being disrespected. I've moved past that now, accepting his innocent mediocrity. But is it unethical to make bad "art"? What about art that is insidiously bad, perpetuating stupid cliches and taking itself very seriously so that other shallow-living people (at NPR apparently?) take it equally seriously, so much so that this insidiously bad memoir becomes an off-broadway one-man-show?
Putting this in a little free library ASAP so someone's grandmother can be delighted by how nice he is.
Putting this in a little free library ASAP so someone's grandmother can be delighted by how nice he is.