Adam Gopnik is a staff writer at The New Yorker. He has won three National Magazine awards for essays and for criticism. The author of numerous bestselling books, including Paris to the Moon, he lives in New York City.
Among the uplifting pleasures of Gopnik's writing is the range and ardour of his enthusiasms. If his only truly fanatical pursuit is making sentences, he seems to intuit that his best ones - his truest - are those that are unselfconsciously committed to their subject, and vitalised by the passionate curiosity that also reins them in * New Statesman * [A] springboard for a discussion of art, family, empathy, mortality. Via memoir, analysis and criticism he assembles a celebration of the flaws that make us human... Gopnik is at his most moving when addressing the limited time we have on Earth * Guardian * [A] beautifully written, epigrammatic, penetratingly intelligent book. * TLS * Gopnik is everything, then, that you might hope a seasoned writer for The New Yorker to be. He has a mellifluous style that can lead you into deep waters, and then out again, in the space of two or three paragraphs, while still making the experience rewarding and moving seamlessly on to a new theme. The Real Work is the real deal. * Irish Examiner *