Any day now, parents across the country will fill their minivans with hope and some stuff from Target and drive their amazing kids off to college. Some of their young men and women will study business and English, while others will simply major in beer. But every one of them will gain an appreciation for comedian Bridger Winegar’s recent tweet, “Roommate wanted. We would split rent 50/50, utilities 50/50, cable 50/50, groceries 50/50. Ideally, you would live somewhere else.”
A lot of spy novels would have you believe that espionage involves elite globe-trotting adventures laced with good booze and cool toys, and certainly there are elements of all those things in Ben Macintyre’s vivid and fascinating new “A Spy Among Friends: Kim Philby and the Great Betrayal.” But this nonfiction book’s most intense scene is prosaic — two old friends, middle-aged English gentlemen who came up as spies through British intelligence, share a cup of tea while “lying courteously to each other” in a Beirut apartment in 1963.
The first sentence of Terry Hayes’ exhilarating debut thriller, “I Am Pilgrim,” travels from Red Square to the “wrong side” of Detroit’s Eight Mile Road, and somehow you know immediately — buckle up. This complex, globalized tear through our complex, globalized world shoots from New York to the Black Hills of South Dakota, touches down in London and Geneva, and lands on tiny Santorini, “the most beautiful of all the Greek islands,” for a gripping assassination at a world-class restaurant and bar. And that’s just the first 50 pages.
Adam Carolla’s fans are legion. They’ve made his first two books bestsellers and “The Adam Carolla Show” one of the most popular podcasts on the Web. And those fans have even loftier goals in mind for this acerbic commentator. “Not one stand-up show or live podcast goes by,” he writes in his new book, “where someone doesn’t say to me in the autograph line afterward, ‘Ace, you should run for president.’ ”
Ah, democracy. . . .
Everything happens for a reason.
If you can read that sentence without rolling your eyes, you just might get a kick out of Matthew Quick’s twee, offbeat new novel, “The Good Luck of Right Now.”