“Compared to James Wolcott, most literary hounds write like Amish farmers, their prayers are undeniable like monkeys. . . [R]sign up to run off this e-book diving carnival ride [and] have a glorious time with “Lucking Out. “
“The subject was enough to immerse me in the pages of ‘The Village Voice’ in the 1970s, Patti Smith and the punk scene, the theaters of Times Square, Pauline Kael and her acolytes: New York journalism at its finest. But Wolcott’s almost crazy taste is what kept me reading. “–David Haglund, “Slate”