And the Pursuit of Happiness reads like a children's book written for adults. That probably sounds far less complmentary than I mean it. When an authoAnd the Pursuit of Happiness reads like a children's book written for adults. That probably sounds far less complmentary than I mean it. When an author (heck, you can take this to other media as well) takes a style intended for one audience and successfully transfers it over to another, that is a monumental (too buried to be a pun) task.
Kalman writes like you're having a conversation with her and given some of the subjects present, you're probably talking over lunch at a place you never knew existed. Like a hole-in-the-wall Turkish cafe that has more refills than charm and it has a lot of charm. She speaks in small essays on various famous figures in American history, portraying not only some of their contributions but also on the recognition they receive now and how the two do not always match.
AtPoH is whimsical. It's like the first week that you date a girl raised in the Village by Beatnik parents - even the simplest things can appear as magnificent as a dream.
That is my best description - it reads like a dream. But not one of those boring ones that your sort-of-but-not-really friend approaches you with. Like that time in college someone starting hitting my friend because, in her dream, he wouldn't tell her how to jump in some video game she made up. Not like that. It's the daydream you lose yourself in....more