Reading Lepore on the Second and 14th Amendments (any amendment, really) is elucidating. But it’s her inclinations toward misfits and old narratives we have taken for granted that make
The Deadline glow . . . the book emerges as a riveting survey of America, a vital reminder that 'history isn’t a pledge, it’s an argument.'
— Sloane Crosley - New York Times Book Review
Jill Lepore is unquestionably one of America’s best historians; it’s fair to say she’s one of its best writers too . . . Taken in sequentially, Lepore’s essays constitute a dizzying, entertaining and urgent survey course on contemporary American life. Although Lepore dives deep into the waters of bygone eras, she always writes from the present — the palpable surface of history’s ever-rising tide.
— Jonathan Russell Clark - Los Angeles Times
Lepore focuses her cogent insight on the most pressing issues of the past decade in American society, seamlessly moving between the intensely personal (a friend's cancer diagnosis) to the fiercely political (the urgent gun-violence crisis and ongoing debate over gun control) with authority and acumen . . . [
The Deadline] brings wit, clarity, and necessary perspective to the biggest issues of today.
— Cady Lang - TIME
Bright, crisp, inventive, surprising, and a constant delight.
— Joseph Barbato - New York Journal of Books
[A] bracing and deeply considered guide to the ground-shifting cultural and political events of the past 10 years.
— Carol Iaciofano Aucoin - WBUR
Those for whom history is an incomprehensible nightmare may find relief reading the works of Jill Lepore... [she] writes with a distinct perspective and sophistication, with wisdom... Lepore's 46 essays include thoughts on her relationships with her father and mother, the latter's life told in parallel with an account of Jane Franklin, Ben Franklin's sister; literature (Frankenstein as a slave narrative, and the life of Herman Melville); America's history and its present (the life of Eugene Debs, the history of the U.S. Supreme Court, and an account of the torture regime of the Bush administration); and her love of biking. Her curiosity's intensity is matched only by its scope; the sheer variety of topics will surprise and delight readers who revel in the perhaps dying art of a great generalist.
The Deadline superbly chronicles the many crises and joys of our times--and their origins in times long past.
— Walker Minot, Shelf Awareness, starred review
Lepore is a sophisticated and original thinker and an ensnaring, witty, and provocative storyteller . . . Lepore's galvanized readers will acquire new perspectives and new knowledge as she addresses complex matters with vigor, wit, and clarity.
— Donna Seaman, Booklist, starred review
Dazzling . . . Lepore pursues both history and writing with great intelligence, boundless curiosity, a relentless pursuit of facts and concern about very important subjects. . . . Whether the subject is technology, law, culture, bicycling or children, her insights hold our attention... An outstanding collection, sure to be enjoyed by a wide range of readers.
— Roger Bishop, BookPage, starred review
Lepore brings her vibrant curiosity and wide-ranging erudition to a host of topics . . . ‘All historians are coroners,’ she remarks, explaining her deft dissection of past lives, but not all bring to their writing Lepore’s grace, precision, and deep humanity. A noteworthy collection from an indispensable writer and thinker.
— Kirkus Reviews, starred review
Jill Lepore is America's greatest living essayist. No one else can sway so gracefully between the personal and the political, the micro and the macro, while remaining so firmly grounded in common human experience. She is a historian who can evoke the mystery of time, a memorist who uses recollection to open passages into the nation's psyche, a brilliant writer whose luminous prose can evoke at once the body and the body politic. These wonderful essays form a stunning mosaic of contemporary America and an alternative annal of our times.
— Fintan O’Toole, author of We Don’t Know Ourselves
