Another Bullshit Night in Suck City: A Memoir

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Price
$15.95  $14.83
Publisher
W. W. Norton & Company
Publish Date
Pages
376
Dimensions
5.52 X 8.22 X 0.92 inches | 0.74 pounds
Language
English
Type
Paperback
EAN/UPC
9780393329407

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About the Author

NICK FLYNN's work--which includes Another Bullshit Night in Suck City, winner of the PEN/Martha Albrand Award for Memoir, and the poetry collections Blind Huber and Some Ether--has been translated into thirteen languages.

Reviews

Flynn has written a potent, distinctive autobiography.... Flynn's talents are considerable--he has a compelling voice and wry sense of humor, especially about himself.--Vendela Vida "New York Times Book Review"
The prose swirls in graceful arcs that frequently rise to the level of poetry, leavened by mordant humor.... It's a powerful tale, stylishly told.--Michael Mewshaw "Washington Post"
In a perverse act of divine intervention, a life worth writing about was bestowed on a man actually able to write--in startling, beautiful, unsentimental prose.... It is crammed with beauty and wisdom, and everyone will love it.--Devin Friedman "GQ"
A remarkable feat: a clear-eyed, inventive, and astonishingly honest guided tour of hell.--Elissa Schappel "Vanity Fair"
Flynn's authentic voice... holds us rapt, keeping both the tragic and the redemptive possibilities open.--Darren Reidy "Village Voice"
Told with energy, critical reflection and sensitivity, ?Another Bullshit Night in Suck City? is less a memoir than a study of one of America's darker conundrums: homelessness.--Thomas Curwen "Los Angeles Times Book Review"
[Flynn's] story is eerie testimony to the potent influence of an absent parent. But Nick, a poet, is too subtle a writer to say so outright, and instead lets us draw our own conclusions with a delicate, poetic logic.--Kate Bolick "Boston Globe"
Unlike the pity parties that too many memoirs have become, Night has no maudlin gestures, no 'inspirational' tones, no hysterics; it stares down emptiness with clear, dry eyes.--Troy Patterson "Entertainment Weekly"