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My Father the Spy, John H. Richardson

I picked this book up because I saw the author interviewed on the Daily Show. Oops. I'm going to have to lower my trust in Jon Stewart a notch. One useful piece of advice I've received from the veteran librarians here is not to be afraid to cut bait on a book that you don't really like. So after about 150 pages, I calling it quits with this one.

This book is supposed to recount the author's experience of growing up with a father in the CIA but it reads like a history lecture–and a dull one at that. I'm not sure why Richardson writes as though he's trying to distance himself from the narrative as much as possible. I'm not sure why anyone outside of his immediate family or friends would be interested in this book: the personal narrative lacks warmth and emotion and the anecdotes only hint at the gripping spy stories a lifetime of Tom Clancy has prepared me for.

Call it a 3 out of 10.

Listening to: Grateful Dead 1990-09-16 (Searching for a good jam with Hornsby)

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