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For Nick Flynn, that game we all play—the who-would-play-you-in-the-movie-of-your-life game—has been answered. The Reenactments is the story of adapting Flynn's memoir, Another Bullshit Night in Suck City, into a film called Being Flynn. It is also a searing meditation on consciousness, representation, and grief. Flynn describes the surreal experience of being on set durinFor Nick Flynn, that game we all play—the who-would-play-you-in-the-movie-of-your-life game—has been answered. The Reenactments is the story of adapting Flynn's memoir, Another Bullshit Night in Suck City, into a film called Being Flynn. It is also a searing meditation on consciousness, representation, and grief. Flynn describes the surreal experience of being on set during the reenactments of the central events of his life: his father s long run of homelessness and the suicide of his mother. He tells the story of Robert De Niro's first meeting with his father in Boston and of watching Julianne Moore attempt to throw herself into the sea. Expanding on the themes raised by these reenactments, Flynn weaves in meditations on the enigmatic Glass Flowers exhibition at Harvard University, alongside Ramachandran's experiments with sufferers of phantom limb syndrome, to create a compelling argument about the eternal nature of grief....

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  • J.L. Sutton
    2019-04-05 22:25

    Really enjoyed Nick Flynn’s Another Bullshit Night in Suck City. Actually, I thought it was fantastic! However, I was a bit reluctant to pick up The Reenactments. The blurb for The Reenactments claims, “For Nick Flynn, that game we all play—the who-would-play-you-in-the-movie-of-your-life game—has been answered. The Reenactments is the story of adapting Flynn's memoir, Another Bullshit Night in Suck City, into a film called Being Flynn.” That description didn’t really pique my interest and, truth be told, I wasn’t a big fan of the movie. But Flynn masterfully turns this game on its head. The Reenactments is only superficially about watching some film version of Flynn’s (or anyone’s) life. More interestingly, memory competes with reenactment here. If you could have actors depict significant scenes out of your life, how would you feel about being called on as source material, and what scenes would you choose as decisive? Which one, memory flickering inside your skull or reenactment has more power to tug at your emotion? Can you be drawn into a scene even if it differs from reality? This analysis has a meditative quality which really works. Finally, in this memoir, Flynn’s relationship with his father which was so central to Suck City continues to evolve. This was much more interesting than I’d thought it would be although I think it would lose something for those who haven’t read Another Bullshit Night in Suck City.

  • Oriana
    2019-03-29 16:12

    This is one of the most intense books I have ever read. But it's almost like it isn't trying to be intense; it's written in these short little snips—a quote here, a paragraph there, a page and a half next—flowing from subject to subject, at a constant remove, an increasing-then-releasing philosophical distance, twisting in and around on itself (what a perfect cover design, BTW), yanking you into and out of its intensity so many times that it leaves you breathless. This is Nick Flynn's memoir of co-producing a movie based on his previous memoir, Another Bullshit Night in Suck City. So it's a memoir of a memoir of a memoir. Which, I don't really think that's ever been done before, has it? And the original memoir—to give the briefest, most reductive summary—is about Nick's time, after his mother's suicide, of becoming an alcoholic and drug addict, of living alone on a boat, of working in a homeless shelter for years until the day that his father, whom he hasn't seen in like a decade, wanders in in search of a room. It then proceeds to catalogue several years in the lives of Nick and his father (delusions of grandeur, a frightening mess, often psychotic and abusive and always unstable). Dad getting kicked out of the shelter (again) for being psychotic and abusive and unstable, Nick finding Dad sleeping on the street in the snow, Nick finding Dad a apartment, Dad crumbling and crazying further, Nick stumbling through his own erratic love life and consuming addictions, on and on and on. Here is the question that this book asks, that the writing of this book and the living of its story forced the writer through: What would it be like to watch a movie being made of your life? For most of us: disassociating and megalomaniac probably, in turns. But what would it be like to watch a movie being made, say, of your mother's suicide and your dubious self-distancing from your father's dissolution? What if you had to not just watch Julianne Moore read your mother's suicide note and then shoot herself in the chest, but then give her notes on the tone of her voice, the quaver in the hand with which she holds the pen, the gun? What if you had to listen to the cruelest, most damning things your father ever screamed at you spew forth from the mouth of Robert De Niro, after bringing him to visit the shelter you once were complicit in kicking your father out of? What if you had to tell the props mistress what the pipe you used to smoke crack out of looked like, to hold its replica in your hand, after years of being clean and sober? How could you live through reliving the rawest, most harrowing moments of your life, your deepest sorrows actualized before you, take after take after take?Does that give you some small idea about the intensity of this book?And that's not all, not by a long long way. The book is also a thematic triptych, with the two other prongs being 1) an endlessly unspooling meditation on psychological and physical trauma and the recovery from same, with quotes and asides from literature, from history, from philosophy, and 2) the history of a glass-blowing family whose life's work was to make, out of glass, all the flowers in the (then-)known world—many of which are still on display in a museum in Boston where Nick's mom used to bring him as a child. Around and around and around. I only just closed the book minutes ago, so forgive me if I'm still reeling, still catching my breath, still parsing my overflowed emotions. I haven't yet gone back to reread all the gorgeous sentences I underlined, all the brain-twisting paragraphs I circled for return and reflection, all the heart-rending pages I dog-eared to quote from while trying to explain what a fiercely horrifying and spectacularly affecting book this is. I don't think I can go back in just yet. I will soon, I suppose, once the shimmer has worn off—but for now I'm going to go ride my bike around in the dark and try to process.

  • jeremy
    2019-04-16 23:20

    as with nick flynn's other major prose works, the reenactments is a compelling, vignette-style memoir. flynn's 2004 another bullshit night in suck city was adapted into a film (being flynn) earlier this year, starring robert de niro, julianne moore, and paul dano as the young poet. the reenactments recounts flynn's time spent on set during production, where he engaged with the actors and witnessed the dramatized retelling of two of his life's most consequential events (meeting his father at a homeless shelter and the suicide of his mother). interspersed throughout the work are flynn's meditative musings on memory, sorrow, and struggle, inspired by literary, scientific, and philosophical asides. the reenactments, like much of flynn's autobiographical writing, is noteworthy for its insights on tenderness, tragedy, and the ways in which suffering often leads to greater awareness of the other. flynn's writing, per usual, is beautifully composed and achingly honest.the urn that holds the ashes might be hand-carved, but the ash will always turn to paste in your throat.

  • Michelle
    2019-04-07 20:30

    Genius. I think Nick Flynn is my spirit animal.

  • April
    2019-04-04 20:13

    I received a free copy of this book through Goodreads First Reads. Having not read the original memoir I was unsure what to expect. This is a delightful series of short entries of the author on set of the making of the movie of his previous memoir! It is am engaging read with quick passages. It almost feels you are a part of the process. Now that I finished the book I think I need to check out the movie...and his first memoir!

  • Bex
    2019-04-21 16:32

    3.5 stars. I loved the style of this memoir most. Also keen to read/ see more of Flynn's work

  • Kelly
    2019-04-19 16:35

    I think Nick Flynn is a remarkable writer. I recommend his book(s) without reservation simply because his turns of phrase, his minimalist style, and his thoughtfulness always impress me. And yet, I reluctantly give this book two stars because I couldn’t connect with it like I did his two previous memoirs. I couldn’t picture the Agassiz exhibits that housed such a large portion of his childhood memories. I wasn’t enamored with the glass flowers, or as intrigued by how the mind is shaped by memories. His descriptions of watching his life story being filmed in front of him were engaging, but overall, I kind of slogged through, appreciating many an individual sentence, but rarely the larger metaphor. I really loved the Ticking of the Bomb-it worked for me in ways that the Reenactments decidedly did not. It was almost too meta – a book about a filming of a book about trying to find his father’s book? It just didn’t translate as well as I had hoped. Still, I look forward to whatever he writes next.

  • Luke
    2019-04-21 15:09

    Filled with interesting anecdotes about the nature of consciousness, impressions from his childhood, and the shadows of his troubled parents, memory and fiction come together in this memoir by Nick Flynn as he observes the movie about his life being filmed in real time. For any fan of Maggie Nelson and her work, Nick Flynn is an easy recommendation. He is, as I'm told, the man in the blue shirt in 'Bluets.'

  • Heather
    2019-04-14 16:18

    Don't go into this book expecting a behind-the-scenes peek at how movies get made. Ostensibly, that's the point of The Reenactments (author Nick Flynn serves as a consultant on a major motion picture based on his two memoirs), but this book is actually about the deeper, lyrical, spiritual meaning of events around the author, rather than the events themselves. It's written in Nick's trademark style -- even though I read Another Bullshit Night in Suck City more than four years ago, I instantly recognized Flynn's prose -- so it feels more like an extended poem than a novel. Which, I suppose, is the point: Flynn has a knack for filtering already-extraordinary moments through a lens of awe and armchair psychology. Certainly, helping to make a movie about your own life is a weird-enough undertaking, but Flynn finds a way to wring even more meaning and existentialism out of it. That being said, I kinda wanted a lighter, juicier explanation of what it feels like to watch Julianne Moore portray your mother on the day of her dramatic suicide, or what a mindf*ck it is to see Robert DeNiro "become" your alcoholic, megalomaniacal father (who is still alive, BTW). Flynn gives us poetry, but by diving so deep, it feels like he missed some exciting details on the surface layers. This is not a bad book, by any means; it's exactly the kind of book you'd expect from this author... but not quite what I wanted from him.

  • Maureen M
    2019-03-25 20:34

    How to describe this book? A first-person study of the psychology of grief? As seen in the making of a movie starring Robert DeNiro and Julianne Moore? Nick Flynn's "memoir" is much more and much less than that. This is no emotional, chronological narrative of his mother's suicide and his dad's raging alcoholism. Instead, it's a pointillistic portrait of these key triggers in his life, and his attempts to reconcile them with his life today, set against the "real" scenes being filmed about those moments. Flynn sets an intensely personal experience into a larger study of grief, family dysfunction and recovery in a wide-open frame that readers can enter wherever and however they can.

  • Joseph
    2019-04-02 21:20

    I've read most of Flynn's work. It tends to be dark and haunting, as to be expected dealing with suicide. This memoir was still dark and haunting but it felt more like Nick accepting what has happened in his past as opposed to allowing it to control his life. A great read if your a fan of Flynn's writing.

  • Mark
    2019-04-16 23:36

    Memory, mental images, suicide, Glass Flowers, an impossible father, homelessness, a curious infant, no catharsis, and Hollywood. Poetic, layered, intense. Not easy reading, a Work of Art.

  • Cheryl
    2019-04-03 18:15

    I found I couldn't put this down, and stood in the kitchen reading it, dragged it around with me, let it heat up in the car and frantically, frantically read it, devoured it. There are wildfires burning in Colorado, and the book felt like a wildfire in my brain, dry, sere, painful, but so shockingly honest and raw, its power resonated and showed its quiet beauty. He hooked me when he quoted Teilhard de Chardin, Annie Dillard, and Rebecca Solnit, a triad of my favorite writers and thinkers. He is searching the landscape of his grief, something I know intimately now, and has an unique opportunity of seeing his life on film, to see famous actors take the little pieces of a puzzle called his life, and display the whole. He is looking for catharsis, simultaneously from writing several books about his grief, from a movie of his life, and from writing a book about watching the making of the movie of his life. I can't overstate the layers, and the elegance, and the uniqueness of his point of view. Therapy is like this, peeling back layers, reframing, looking for perspective, clarity, healing. One of his short riffs is on consciousness, how the layers of our lives, and the sensation of watching our lives as if it were a movie, the ghost in the machine, affects our memory. "If you have an image displayed on a screen in the brain, then you have to have someone else in there watching that image, and that someone needs someone else in his head, and so on ad infinitum." The author borrows from philosophers, physicists, artists, neurologists (an elegant connection to Lehrer's How We Decide which I also just finished), the fallacy of memory, the struggle of the mentally ill and homeless as well as ordinary windows into ordinary lives and still, still seems like he is in so much pain. "One theory states that the universe created man so that it would have someone to contemplate it- it was unable to contemplate itself so it created us. Then, after a half-century search, physicists discover a sub-atomic particle- the Higgs boson, or the 'god particle'- which might answer the questions, 'Why are we made of matter rather than simply light? Why is there something rather than nothing? The NYT weighs in, 'The finding affirms a grand view of the universe described by simple and elegant and symmetrical laws- but one in which everything interesting, like ourselves, results from flaws or breaks in that symmetry.' Flaws or breaks in that symmetry-hasn't it always felt this way, haven't we believed this all along, that these flaws, these breaks, are what made us? In the midst of tears and celebration, even the physicists knows that this discovery is imply a threshold. the whole universe awaits."And just because it reminds me of the book, lyrics to Josh Ritter's Wildfires:You must be living on wildfires You must be living on wildfires That's why your eyes Are smoke and ash You must be living on earthquakes You must be living on earthquakes Must be why my heart breaks Every time you pass Oh no matter how I try I just watch you blow by In a lens You must be living on front lines You must be living on front lines Must be why sometimes I cant get past You must be living on land mines You must be living on land mines Must be why your crying Broken glass Oh no matter how I try I gotta watch you blow by In a lens With all your living on landslides With all your living on flood tides It's a wonder how you rise Above all that Oh, no matter how I try I gotta watch you blow by In a lens

  • Liz Baessler
    2019-04-20 17:24

    Inspiration is a funny thing. Last week I saw and adored Swiss Army Man. Because of that, I’ve started watching every Paul Dano movie I can find. One of those is Being Flynn, the film adaptation of Another Bullshit Night in Suck City by Nick Flynn. But I’m not reading that. I’m reading The Reenactments, Nick Flynn’s musings on the process of making the adaptation. I feel like I got in deep in a very short span of time. I read this book in an even shorter span of time - just now, in one sittingThe concept is fascinating, though it can hardly be new. Nicky Flynn is not the first person to have a hand in a film about his life, and he can’t be the first one to have experienced trauma. He’s the first one whose account I’ve read, though, and I was enthralled by it. It feels more like an essay sometimes than a memoir, with enough brief dips into theory and psychology to make me feel stupid for not catching them all but lofty for having enough background to at least catch the drift. Some are to the purpose of examination. Some seem to be more just the working vocabulary of the extremely well-read - he references Anne Carson’s introduction of her translation of Electra to describe how Julianne Moore screams in a particular take. At least I know who Anne Carson is. I only saw Being Flynn a few days ago, which I think is the way to read this. Everything felt fresh and vital - it was almost indulgent to read something so particular about something I’d just experienced. (Which is maybe an outrageously dulled-down echo of the book itself). I also picked up Another Bullshit Night in Suck City from the library. Maybe I’ll read it, or maybe I’ll give it some time. Three views of the same story in one week might be a bit much.

  • Lori
    2019-04-05 19:22

    I have read everything Nick Flynn has written, and loved Another Bullshit Night in Suck City so much. I felt that somehow he had written my memoir, trumped me, even though the family roles were mixed up. I enjoyed the movie but loved the book so much more, so when I saw this book, a memoir of the making of the movie, it was a no-brainer. I started and finished it in one day.It's beautiful. As one of his blurbers said, only poets should write memoir (though I might quibble with that "only"). But she's right that the poet gets at the inarticulable stuff in between. This book is pure Nick Flynn, as he circles around and goes into other things, bringing them into the orbit in a way that illuminates EVERYTHING. He talks about glass flowers. He talks about consciousness research and theory. He talks about Ramachandran's phantom limb work with mirrors to relieve the pain. And those things deeply expand the story of making the movie, of his mother's suicide. When I read anything he writes, my book ends up with about 1/3 of the sentences highlighted, maybe more. I read this book on a long flight and had to keep putting it down, collecting myself, gathering myself, wiping away tears, clutching my chest. If I hadn't had a window seat, I'd have been up and walking around, trying to absorb and hold the insights. Some were so personal to me (my father shot himself when I was the same age as Nick) that the highlighted passages might not mean as much to others, but I'll be posting some of my favorite quotes later. For now I just want to sit with the book, sit with the deep hurt, sit with the loss, sit with his (and my) heartbroken effort to repair the wound, his intelligence and depth. This was a wonderful book, one I'll read again and again.

  • Brittany M.
    2019-04-21 16:16

    I have a problem with memoirs on addiction and mental health issues, especially when told through the prism of the author's family history/structure. The problem is that I will read every last one of them. Nick Flynn is absolutely a favorite. Five years ago I read Another Bullshit Night in Suck City, his debut memoir. His story is, frankly, absurd, in a "you can't make this shit up" way. And yet he handles its telling with such precision!. I read his second memoir, The Ticking Is the Bomb, a few years later. The Ticking was good--dark and quite sharp--but his first book had become so dear to me that his second unfortunately made less of an impression.The Reenactments is Flynn's third memoir. Third memoir? Are you groaning yet? Stop, because this book is actually good as hell. On its face, this book is about the author's debut memoir being made into a major motion picture. Yet Flynn uses the story of the filming of this movie as a base to discuss and gently prod at the neurological and psychological underpinnings of memory, while also diving backwards into remembrances of his past which the process of filming (not to mention his director's insistence that Flynn evaluate settings and scenes to see if anything's missing, if he's "got anything") triggers. There are also jumps in the story to explore Flynn's relationship with this young daughter and his father's worsening health. This book was great, even though (or especially because) it was responsible for the development of some pits in my stomach. I'm always eager to read more of Nick Flynn's work, and I'm going to make it a point to check some of his poetry out of the library.

  • Maureen Stanton
    2019-03-23 16:10

    Flynn's third memoir is a meta-meta narrative that ostensibly is about the experience of turning his first memoir (Another Bullshit Night in Suck City--a brilliant book) into a film. One thematic strand looks intellectually at memory, perception, reality and self; a second strand relates events on the film set and the "making" of a certain (non)reality; a third more thin layer adds story about his life--his father's alcoholism and his relationship with his father, and more importantly, his mother and her suicide. I can't help but feel that this book was meant to be about his mother's story (never fully told in "Suck City"), and that the protective intellectual meta-narrative of the film might be a way to allow the author to approach a devastatingly painful part of his life from some emotionally safe distance. The book is affecting in the end, as Flynn relates the surreality of watching a famous actress act out his mother's tragic death by suicide. But overall the book seems to dodge the story of Flynn's mother. (We get enough--maybe too much--of his father.) So his mother remains a suicide victim rather than a whole person who raised him up in the world through adulthood, who stayed that long and was part of his daily life (unlike his father); she is, in this book, only her death, the end of her life, not her life, and that feels sad. Maybe some things are just too painful to relive, to revisit, even through the buffering layer of actors as proxy for people.

  • Jay
    2019-04-15 17:32

    I think is my favorite prose work by Nick Flynn. The book is written on so many levels that I am certain that each time I read it I will see something new (and learn something new about myself).The chapters are all very short - the longest being maybe four pages and shortest being only a few words. If you have read all of his non-fiction, you can see a progression and a synthesis of style "The Reenactments," which uses the making of "Being Flynn" as the unifying element into which he weaves memory and research to give us a book that investigates that inner movie that each of us watches within our own mind.I really enjoy Flynn's writing style, which I'm sure is not for everyone. I like the way that he looks at the world, and also the way that he connects disparate things in ways that only poets can in order to reveal those thoughts to us.I happen to be a fan of Richard Brautigan, and I would suggest this book to anyone else who is. I think that Flynn's writing is much more polished than Brautigan, and perhaps more nuanced, but for me at least, I get the same joy in seeing the world in odd angles from Flynn as I do from Brautigan.

  • Kevin
    2019-04-01 22:25

    This is a stunning book in many ways. Flynn takes the mega-meta concept of writing about a movie about his memoir and makes it feel like he (and anyone who's read his great memoir, Another Bullshit Night In Suck City) is falling down his own personal rabbit hole all over again. I love the parts where he is trying to tell his dad about Robert De Niro playing him in the movie, and I also loved the part where he impulsively reaches out and hugs Julianne Moore. On the downside, I feel like the chapters about the glass flowers took the focus away from the main thrust of the book (Flynn re-reevaluating his life via book and film) and, at least for me, slowed down the thrill of the overall experience for me. But most of the time I really loved the book.

  • Lynn
    2019-04-21 15:35

    This is my favorite kind of memoir: made of fragment and juxtaposition and memory. The premise of this book, Flynn watches a movie being made of his earlier memoir, could be a solipsistic hall of mirrors, but it's not. He escapes narcissism by meditating on absence and artifice, by thinking, piece by piece, about how memory, loss, and obsession work.The writing is, of course, beautiful and lyrical and poetic. I love the fragments from brain science and psychology and art. A few of the fragments explained too much, but I understand the impulse to bring everything together, but I didn't think it was necessary. I think the juxtaposition worked well enough on its own. But that's my only criticism of the book.

  • Adrienne Urbanski
    2019-03-21 15:13

    Flynn returns to the vignette format he utilized in The Ticking is the Bomb. Much like his previous book he attempts to weave multiple threads together: scientific data on memories, the manufacturing of realistic fake glass flowers, and his experience witnessing his first memoir, Another Bullshit Night in Suck City being turned into a film. The glass flowers thread gets a bit dull, but the other two threads remain interesting and touching. By watching the movie being filmed Flynn is effectively watching his traumatic life memories being reenacted. While the other two threads detract from this content (the last third of the book is by far the best) this is still an intelligent, thoughtful read about the nature of memory and healing.

  • N.D. Hendrix
    2019-04-18 20:32

    An obvious attempt at what the movie "Adaptation" calls "sprawling New Yorker shit"---a genre I usually like. This falls flat, though, in many ways---mostly due to Flynn's lack of subtlety. Not a bad read, but it doesn't live up to the hype it's gotten.

  • Neil Gilbert
    2019-03-23 23:14

    How do you talk about this book? I feel paranoid in too closely analyzing it for fear of wearing out the memory of it. The characters, the plot, the trajectory is fine china. It's brittle paper; I feel warned. This is not a book you can enjoy for the story, you have to enjoy it for the reason and the mystery and the non-reversible history that made it happen, then appreciate the reason the story exists after you've dissected it. This isn't a story, really, it's more of un-story. Because it was lived as an experience and then unraveled as a memory and then it was re-told in a practiced manner. It's a story of a story. It was fascinating.

  • Johnpatten
    2019-04-09 15:13

    I've never read anything like "The Reenactments," Nick Flynn's memoir about the making of "Being Flynn," which was based on his book "Another Bullshit Night in Suck City" (possibly the most compelling title ever...)Flynn combines the surreal nature of watching a movie being made about some of the most tragic moments of his life, while reliving those moments--while reading philosophical and scientific studies on the nature of memory. It all gets jumbled up into a gumbo that's part memoir, part philosophy and completely engrossing.

  • Le Regent College Library
    2019-04-02 15:31

    Once again Nick Flynn manages somehow to use a memoir as the starting point and core of something so much bigger and more profound. Such a shame that the film "Being Flynn" had little or no theatrical release here in Australia. "The Reenactments" completes the triptych that Flynn began with "Another Bullshit Night in Suck City" and "The Ticking is the Bomb", pausing only to offer us another book of poems, "The Captain Asks for a Show of Hands". Read them all, read everything he writes, it's that good.

  • Mickey
    2019-04-11 23:10

    A fascinating, lyrical reflection on the author's life, memories of that life, and the writing and filming that allowed him to re-experience those memories. Flynn wraps his mind around the complexities of difficult subject matter (the suicide of his mother, his father's homelessness, his own psychological obstacles, the movie Being Flynn--which is about all of this) with candor, philosophical and scientific scrutiny, as well as poetic beauty. This book will make you think in ways you normally don't. A fantastic read.

  • Brad Wojak
    2019-04-20 19:11

    I am a big fan of Nick Flynn. I still remember the first time I read "Another Bullshit Night in Suck City", it was an ARC, and I was in Chicago at a book convention. The publisher who gave me the book said it would stay with my long after I finished it... and here I am now, almost 10 years later and it did. This is a fine follow-up, and a great rounding out of the trilogy of memoirs. I really recommend it, and all of Flynn's other work (a fine poet too!).

  • Jason
    2019-04-19 20:27

    The initial project, as the book presents itself, is fascinating--a book that gets meta multiple times removed. It's filled with fascinating thoughts on neurobiology, on trauma, on memory and how it preserves itself. The book never lags, and its moments of brilliance are unforgettable--Flynn's father asking De Niro, "So you do a little acting?" and the final scene in the book particularly stand out.

  • Brittanie
    2019-03-23 21:29

    Good complement to Another Bullshit NIght in Suck City. This book is about the filming of the movie, Being Flynn, based on that previous memoir. It answers a lot of questions form the previous book, and unlike most memoirs, goes balls-out when it comes to being meta. I mean, it's a book about a movie about a book. A good, fast read on the constraints of memory and the human attempt to preserve moments in history.

  • Bree Hobgood
    2019-04-15 22:36

    I really enjoyed Nick Flynn's writing style, but I ultimately found that the book was unrelatable, as it concerned the author's experience in watching his life story made into a film. I have seen this movie, "Being Flynn", and loved it so, so, so much, so it made the book at times interesting, but I ended up thinking that I should have just read "Another Bullshit Night in Suck City" (the book the movie is based on) instead.