Picked it up hoping to learn more about his career as a movie critic. Instead, it focuses on his memories with his family and his various stories attempting to portray him as a "ladies man" (nice try, I'm not buying it). Also, much of the content is repetitive from chapter to chapter -- not sure if this was intended to be written as a series of essays, rather than chapters, or if it was a technique. Either way, it was annoying. As with many books of this type, I liked some of the essays, and didn't care for others. Here are my memorable quotes:"A bore is someone who deprives you of solitude without providing you with companionship." --page 65"With the help of the janitor he screwed onto the side of the desk a pencil sharpener--that highly satisfying, highly philosophical instrument that goes ticonderoga-ticonderoga, feeding on the yellow finish and sweet wood, and ends up in a kind of soundlessly spinning ethereal void as we all must." --page 305
What do You think about Life Itself (2011)?
The book took forever to read, but it was worth it.
—berlinda