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Since 2012, I’ve been writing about books. And the act of reading. And the importance of story and narrative. But, mostly, the underlying theme of all I write is how taking a moment to stop and digest some longform text — instead of scrolling, instead of watching a video, instead of multitasking — can be one of the most grounding things we can do for ourselves. Here’s the one-stop online home for all this writing.
You can read more about me and my work by moseying over here. Want to peruse periodic “essay drops” — excerpts from my work-in-progress essay collection about Homesickness? Here ya go.
Real Americans
A question after reading Real Americans by Rachel Khong: How often do you suspend disbelief while reading fiction? I don’t mean like “this guy is driving around with his zombie ex-girlfriend” (yes, I’m referring to I Am Homeless if This is Not My Home by Lorrie Moore) or “these sea creatures are talking” (Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt, which I have not read yet, but would like to). Those novels are considered literary fiction — not sci-fi — so readers accept the impossible as sort of an artistic method (maybe akin to Picasso’s portraits?) instead of world-building fantasy. No, I guess I mean more like a novel that is trying to be realistic, but instead feels a tiny bit like a sitcom when it comes to the neatly tied-together details.
The School for Good Mothers
This book made me so tense, which doesn’t happen often. (While reading a book, I mean…)
A Book Prize From Those Behind Bars: Goncourt des détenus
As always, I’m spending too much brain space on this notion of celebrities becoming book pushers. So this NYT article from a couple of weeks ago was a nice change-up. The Prix Goncourt is France’s version of the Booker or the Pulitzer, but in some ways it might be more akin to being bestowed the Oprah stamp of approval: The monetary prize is only €10, but the payoff in book sales is considerable.
Black Cake
Me, while reading Black Cake by Charmaine Wilkerson: “Why won’t Where the Crawdads Sing leave me alone?” This novel reminded me *so much* of Crawdads. Unfortunately (as you may know), I am not a fan of Where the Crawdads Sing. So Black Cake was not for me. But I’m offering up — very genuinely — that if you are a Crawdads fan, I think you’ll like Black Cake. Po-tay-toe/po-tah-toe and all that…if you give a cursory glance at Goodreads or just look at reviews of Black Cake, you’ll see that I’m definitely in the minority with this opinion, and that’s fine.
Good Company
I’m reading a new genre
Scorpionfish
I’ll just cut to the chase: Scorpionfish by Natalie Bakopoulos is so, so good. Dear Reese and Jenna, THIS is a perfect book to add to your respective “book clubs.”
