Sean Fennessey’s review published on Letterboxd:
No one makes the quiet stuff loud quite like Kaufman. This time, I was struck by how hard but clearly it works to animate the experience of falling into and out of a good book, how certain passages, pages, chapters can dissolve in your hands, while others stop you dead, and off into a daydream. The anxiety of writing—or not writing—is the loud here, but the reading—of Orlean, Laroche, Darwin, McKee, Kaufman's own words—feels most perceptive. I wish Spike could adapt him forever.