"A breezy, compulsively readable inquiry that touches on several big subjects, including what constitutes due diligence in journalism versus in history...No one could accuse Lepore of shoddy research: Undaunted by archives, she pores over reams of Gould's letters and diaries, pans for gold in Mitchell's boxes of notes at the New York Public Library, and corroborates her findings with extensive footnotes. . . .
Joe Gould's Teeth is more than just a fascinating footnote to a beloved literary landmark. Using the tools of her trade, Lepore ended up broadening her search for his lost notebooks to encompass trenchant questions about journalism, race, and mental illness. The result has bite."
–Heller McAlpin, NPR "A well-aimed hand grenade of a book, fiercely concentrated in its precision and unflinching in its revelations. Best-selling Lepore's exciting approach to hidden and scandalous historical stories is drawing an enthusiastic, ever-growing readership that will be well primed for this thoughtful exposé."
–Booklist, *starred review* "Engrossing. . . . Lepore's book is as much about all the people, including herself, who project meaning and significance onto the work and personality of Joe Gould as it is about the man himself. Throughout history there have been peculiar characters who have captured the imagination of everyone they come into contact with, blinding them to obvious flaws and permitting all of us to imagine wonders just beyond what most of us can fathom. We owe Lepore a debt of gratitude for re-introducing us to one of the strangest strangers to have ever walked among us."
–Chicago Tribune
"Revelatory. . . . Lepore's inquiry, which first appeared as a long
New Yorker article, discovers richer depths to Gould's character than Mitchell ever explored, even if Gould's likability is a casualty . . . an impressive study of paradoxes. . . . Lepore, a young prolific academic at the other end of the productivity spectrum from Mitchell, has upended the subject and author of the
New Yorker's most-read article....she ends up with more to get your teeth into."
–San Francisco Chronicle
"Marvelous. . . . Lepore has established herself as perhaps the most prolific, nimble and interesting writer of American history today, vigorously kicking at the past until she dislodges it from the ossifying grip of received wisdom. . . . As she brings to bear the methods of an ace historian at the top of her game, Lepore turns "Joe Gould's Teeth" into a ripping detective story. . . . Of all the stories swirling around Gould's, none interests Lepore so much as that of Augusta Savage, an African American sculptor and civil rights activist from Harlem who became the unreciprocated love of Gould's life, an unwilling muse and, after she refused his offer of marriage, an object of outright harassment. No other writer has made this connection between Savage and Gould, and one of the central satisfactions of
Joe Gould's Teeth is the way it unexpectedly veers away from Gould to take Savage's story on its own terms, delivering by Trojan horse, as it were, a gift-wrapped second biography, a personal history set against Gould's in striking, illuminating relief."
–The Washington Post "Lepore has taken up the mantle of literary resurrectionist, and in
Joe Gould's Teeth she succeeds despite the unsavory nature of her subject's life and spurious literary legacy. Lepore shrewdly recounts her quest to find a near-mythical 'lost' manuscript by her subject, the New York eccentric who claimed to have written down nearly everything anyone ever said to him, starting before the outbreak of World War I. . . . A madman's grossly engrossing tale."
–The New York Times "Anyone who has read Lepore knows that, let loose in archives–library archives, archives of memory–she is crackerjack, squeezing into claustrophobic corners where the good stuff is found. . . . She surfaces with different riches, profiles of her own, of Gould, Mitchell and sculptress Augusta Savage, a subject of Gould's uninvited advances. . . . Savage is a vital counterpoint here, and Lepore seemingly plucks her story from the air, a sculpted piece of African-American experience all its own, but you know she found it in those cobwebby archives. . . . It is easy to get a charge out of this parti-colored, flabbergasting tale, one that typifies what Lepore understands as 'the asymmetry of the historical record.' In the noise and silences, with only the evidence at hand, our sleuth must discern the card-carrying account."
–Star Tribune "Like a detective, Lepore describes her mazelike quest, her clues, her dead ends, the many people she met and talked to, the dusty archives visited in a wonderful, sprightly prose lusciously filled with allusions and references. . . . Borges' great short story about the fictional writer Pierre Menard, author of the Quixote, comes to mind. Lepore is Borges to Gould's Quixote, which was his life writ large . . . maybe. A fascinating, sharply written, thoroughly engaging jeu d'esprit."
–Kirkus Reviews
"Lepore's first four sentences each have a separate footnote–this is nimble detective work. . . . Lepore is shrewd about the sticky ethics here, carefully documenting how little research Mitchell did, how much he preferred just listening to Gould."
–Los Angeles Times
"Lepore has written an ingenious puzzle book that works on multiple levels–as a straightforward account of a research query; a pocket history of at least a sliver of Modernism; a surprisingly dark biography; and, ultimately, an examination of what it means when we say that a story is true. It's a powerful work, and it will resonate with, and perhaps even haunt, readers long after they've reached the last page."
–Richmond Times-Dispatch "If Joseph Mitchell gently wrote the Greenwich Village eccentric into urban folklore, faults and all, Lepore, a fellow New Yorker writer, has produced a jolting reality check."
–SFGate, recommended reading list
"Lepore deserves credit for taking on the legend surrounding Gould and his oral history. Her prose is wonderful; her research unassailable....She shows us the true Joe Gould rather than the one so many people wanted him to be."
–The American Scholar
