Reviews for Nothing But You: Love Stories from the New Yorker (Modern Library Series)

The average rating for Nothing But You: Love Stories from the New Yorker (Modern Library Series) based on 2 reviews is 4.5 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2007-08-08 00:00:00 Joseph Brown I bought a used copy of this (hardcover), and inside the cover are written dozens of "Happy 19th Birthday" messages to a girl named Jill. It looks like she'd never even cracked it open. So I guess Jill doesn't care about love.

Review # 2 was written on 2008-09-29 00:00:00 Heather Vinz This book is full of that shed-a-little-bit-of-light-on-love-for-me-would-you-please kind of insight and that's just the kind of insight I like. Insight galore: "Though of course we would always be strangers. Is that not the essence, the requisite of love?"(Edna O'Brien' from The Plan) (INDEED!) "Perhaps too little attention is paid to the necessary precondition of 'falling in love'' I mean the state of mind or place that precedes one's first sight of the loved person (or house or land). In my own case, I remember the dark Boston afternoons as a precondition of love." (Alice Adams' from Roses, Rhododendron) (YES!) "…ceaseless talk of love, various ways of making love, various sorts of love. [Captain Cardew would] explain that love was not kind and gentle, as she had imagined, but violent. Violence, even, cruelty, was an essential part of it." (Jean Rhys' from Goodbye Marcus Goodbye Rose) (OH?) "The men in the bar had two kinds of women with them: innocent-looking women with pastel skirts and careful hairdos, and hard-looking women without makeup in T-shirts and jeans. Jenny imagined that each type could be either a girlfriend or a wife. She felt odd. She was neither type." (Bobbie Ann Mason' from Love Life) (I FEEL YOU!) "He walked in the garden, conscious of the fact that she had at least given him the illusion of playing an important romantic role, a lead - a thrilling improvement over the sundry messengers, porters, and clowns of monogamy - and there was no doubt about the fact that her praise had turned his head. Was her excitement over the declivity in his back cunning, sly, a pitiless exploitation of the enormous and deep-buried vanity in men?" (John Cheever' from Marito in Citta (OH MY!) "…yet when he was lying on top of me he looked down at me as if I were the only woman in the world, the only woman he had ever looked at in that way' but that was not true, a man only does that when it is not true." (Jamaica Kincaid'from Song of Roland) (I'M DOOMED!) No matter the state of your love life, you'll fall for this book' it can't be helped! xoxoxo