There are a handful of nonfiction books I’ve read that will always stand out–head and shoulders–above the rest. The criteria I use when judging a nonfiction book are as follows:
- The quality of the writing.
- The complexity/ingenuity of the idea behind the book.
- The clarity with which said complexity/ingenuity is conveyed.
- How badly I want to read the book while in the process of reading it.
- How long I think about the book after reading it.
- Whether or not it holds my attention cover to cover.
- How often I find myself referencing the book in every day conversation with people who probably don’t give any semblance of a shit.
With these categories in mind, I Am Sorry to Think I Have Raised a Timid Son stands out as a nonpareil. 10/10 across the board. If Kent Russell were an Olympic diver, all spectators would pause in awe at his elegance…
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