Molly
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Molly 。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆
MOLLY: I know I have a reputation for fictionfictionfiction, with a particular weakness for debut fiction but this past year, my head and heart were drawn to non-fiction. My personal reading goal is to actually finish M.F. K. Fisher’s essays, THE MEASURE OF HER POWERS. W.H. Auden once said that he could not think of anyone writing in the United States who wrote better prose that Mary Frances Fisher and that’s a good enough recommendation for yours truly! I also have a weakness for GREAT, truly exalted food writing but I’m only on page 112 so this recommendation will have to keep till another year.
I did really love Drew Gilpin Faust’s memoir, NECESSARY TROUBLE: Growing Up at Midcentury, even though I’ve always maintained a prejudice towards people with three names. In the book’s frontispiece, there is a copy of a hand-written letter the author wrote to President Eisenhower, imploring him to please end segregation. The author was only nine years old when she sent off that letter, it’s kind of breathtaking and it’s my reason for buying the book. Drew Faust was born into a wealthy, conservative Virginia family and NECESSARY TROUBLE details her singular activism and resolve to fight for equity. I think it’s rare for a prize-winning professional historian to write so vividly about her own life with such boldness. She is a brilliant example of the personal becoming the political…
I’ve probably hand-sold at least seventy copies of Elise Loehnen’s book, ON OUR BEST BEHAVIOR: The Seven Deadly Sins and the Price Women Pay to be Good, it’s brilliant and slightly mind-blowing, it’s urgent and appealing and incredibly provocative! We are all dealing with a system of internalized patriarchal behavior which runs deep in our culture. Those pesky seven deadly sins, they aren’t even part of the Bible, they were originally Eight Thoughts, the eighth being—tellingly—sadness. Women have been trained for goodness and men, for power. Loehnen takes you through these concretized seven sins and unpacks them, offering us all the chance to freshly evaluate their cultural impositions on our lives. Loehnen is an incredibly warm-hearted and smart guide, she’s passionate and funny and appealingly vulnerable, this is a mesmerizing cri de coeur.
As life in America feels ruder and meaner these days, I’ve turned my attention to two children’s books, both personal favorites when I myself was growing up. Now I get to read them to my grandchildren, hoping they’ll offer a bit of staying power when it comes to basic etiquette!
The first is by Sesyle Joslin, with pictures by everyone’s beloved Maurice Sendak, called WHAT DO YOU SAY, DEAR? The situations are delightfully absurd but always bring home the point. For example, “You have gone downtown to do some shopping. You are walking backwards, because sometimes you like to, and you bump into a crocodile. What do you say, dear?” Turn the page to find out:, “Excuse me.”
Such a basic, simple answer but I have to wonder how often one hears those two words in Congress these days! The other kids’ book is HOW TO BEHAVE AND WHY by Munro Leaf. Most parents perhaps know Munro Leaf’s famous THE STORY OF FERDINAND, remember? He’s everyone’s favorite bull, who just wants to smell flowers and sit quietly under a cork tree. That book was banned in Spain at the outbreak of the Spanish Civil War and soon after, by Hitler, who called it “degenerate democratic propaganda.” So ten years later, in 1946, Munro Leaf published HOW TO BEHAVE AND WHY. He gets right to the point, “No matter where you are or who you are, there are four main things you have to do: You have to be HONEST. You have to be STRONG. You have to be FAIR and you have to be WISE.” I cannot imagine what the world must’ve felt like as a young child growing up in 1946 but I do think honesty, strength, fairness and wisdom are still desperately needed as we head into 2024.
Let’s all please bow our heads a moment for a prayer of peace for all.
Lucy
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Lucy 。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆
LUCY: In early December, the author Isaac Zisman asked his followers on Twitter: What was the last novel you read that made you say to yourself “I didn’t know novels could do that”? The question caught my eye, because it really isn’t about simply loving a novel-- there are hundreds if not thousands of novels that we might “love” over a lifetime—but rather about how certain reading experiences can upend your preconceived notions about what novels can, or are “allowed” to do. When Ruth Ozeki first sent us her complete draft of A TALE FOR THE TIME BEING, I was hit by that exact realization. And I haven’t felt it since then, until I read Percival Everett’s TELEPHONE this year. It was originally published in 2020, but if you missed it then (like me), what’s important to know is that the novel was published (in slightly different packages) with three different endings—the title being a reference to that childhood game where participants whisper a message ear-to-ear around a circle, marveling over how it becomes distorted as it passes along the chain. Even before one reaches that mystifying ending sequence (I walked to several independent bookstores afterwards, to find and read the other two versions!) the novel is a dizzying portrait of grief, marriage and academia with elements of Western adventure—and I haven’t really stopped thinking about it since reading!
Another title I wanted to highlight for this end of the year recommendation series is TELL ME EVERYTHING, by Erika Krouse. Part memoir, part investigative journalism, Krouse introduces herself to the reader as a woman who has always had the uncanny and unintentional ability to inspire deep confessions from total strangers. It isn’t something she tries to do, but she grows accustomed to explaining it to others with the offhand comment, “I just have one of those faces.” When a chance encounter with an unhappy lawyer results in his own confession, he’s both perplexed and impressed enough to offer her a job as one of his private investigators. As timing would have it, the lawyer has recently taken on a massive lawsuit involving college football players (the University is unnamed, but it’s not difficult to piece together the real lawsuit details) and their sexual assault of multiple female students. Krouse herself is a survivor of sexual abuse, and as she wades deeper into her interviews with the victims and witnesses, she excavates her own unresolved trauma, and expertly weaves the two narratives—personal and professional—as they take on ever more layers. I was completely in Krouse’s grip as I read on, and in awe of her ability to balance the two investigations, which always felt both distinct and inextricably intertwined.
My final recommendation is a book I just recently finished by Tananarive Due, titled THE REFORMATORY, and published in October. Set in Florida in 1950, the novel follows siblings Robert (12) and Gloria (who is 17 or 18?) who are tragically separated after Robert defends his sister against the unwelcome advances of a powerful white man’s son. Robert’s barely landed a kick, but the parents have been watching, and they insist on charging him for the assault. It doesn’t take long before a judge sentences Robert to 6 months at “The Gracetown School for Boys” (which I learned from the Author’s Note is based on the infamous Dozier School for Boys)—where he’s attacked from every angle by not only the administrators, but also fellow students and even ghosts. As Robert fights to survive his sentence, Gloria does everything in her power (and then some) to overturn the ruling that put him there. What’s brilliant about the way
Due constructs her narrative is that each time you think you know what kind of story you’re in, she shifts the tone. You think you’re in a legal thriller, only for it to become a horror novel, and then a sibling story, and then a heist. You aren’t ever sure which characters can be trusted, and which should be feared. One thing is clear—Due is always in control of the narrative, and expertly threads its genre traits into one cohesive and stunning novel. I was even more fascinated to read her Author’s Note at the end, where she shared the autobiographical elements of the story from her own family’s history. This book isn’t for the faint of heart, but I’ll be recommending it far and wide!
Heather
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Heather 。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆
HEATHER: I’m waiting for the year where I won’t need to open my favorite reads paragraph with “what a tumultuous year!” It looks unlikely that 2024 will be a picture of stability but a girl can dream. As always, books helped me stay grounded, helped me get out of my own head, and helped me make meaning out of chaos. I read for pleasure more than any other year in recent memory, completing my Goodreads challenge for the first time ever. I also finally dipped a toe into audiobooks having been traditionally agnostic about them. I adored the audiobook of Jen Beagin’s BIG SWISS, a wild, bizarre, hilarious multi-cast narration. The accents alone! The dark, strange humor is exactly up my alley and Beagin’s skewering of Hudson’s particular brand of gentrification had me cackling. Another favorite audiobook was Matthew Desmond’s POVERTY, BY AMERICA read by Dion Graham. Desmond is clear-eyed, never condescending and makes a compelling argument for just how possible the eradication of American poverty is, despite how intractable our government believes it is. It was equal parts galvanizing and enraging. And finally, a book that I savored early in the year but that has stayed with me through to December is Sabrina Imbler’s HOW FAR THE LIGHT REACHES. I’ve heard this book described as “shimmering” and it’s exactly the right word. Imbler tells their own coming-of-self narrative while revealing the mysteries of ten otherworldly sea creatures. They make the strange beautiful and the beautiful strange through prose that at times reads more like poetry. Their blend of personal essay, science, and nature writing is so perfectly balanced that I’m sure I’ll be using their book as the roadmap for hybrid works of nonfiction for years to come.
Hannah
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Hannah 。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆
HANNAH: I cannot go back to the post office. A little while ago, I was chastised for my handwriting on some bookmail bound for Paris. The cursive – apparently – was illegible and should have been written in block letters. I feel a great many things about the growing renunciation of cursive but thought better than to voice those great many things aloud to the United States Postal Service. This was, arguably, my first mistake. As the man in front of me started to overenunciate, I realized that my silence was not interpreted as restraint but the pause of an ESL speaker. My second mistake was to decide that my handwriting was somehow more easily forgiven as a French woman and that I should lean into the whole thing. So, I started answering questions with a quiet, increasingly cringing “oui.” Fifteen minutes of feigning French later, I was sent back to chez moi with an “au revoir” and have not been back since.
I’ll admit that this is not the first time I’ve partaken in some light international espionage. In University, sometime between wearing this hat all winter and concocting a story about a relative’s birthday to explain a last-minute trip to Oslo (lesson: don’t browse cheap flights when four pints deep), I had inadvertently convinced my Opera professor (a story for another time) that I was Norwegian. I only came to realize the mistake when she asked me to regale the class with some Norwegian folktales. Did I do the right thing and confess? No. Instead, I offered this groundbreaking assessment: “Trolls. Just lots of trolls.”
There are also my more casual tales of guise: misspellings on my morning coffee (a favorite: Hanhan), my guillotined name for airport wifi (Han Brat), and my Netflix profile (Hans Christian Bratterson). There is a thrill in it – in personas, accidental or otherwise – and, if I had to hazard a guess, it’s that thrill that kept me glued to Emma Cline’s sophomore novel, The Guest.
Alex, our eponymous guest, has been kicked out of her older, wealthy companion’s home and must coquet her way around The Hamptons until Labor Day, when she plans to win him back at his annual party. She wears many masks, personifying the exact person one expects to traverse these elite spaces. Alex knows what people want from her and she’s in the business of giving it to them: “People just wanted to hear their own voices, your response a comma punctuating their monologue.” We cover (but do not necessarily answer) the expected question of who is using who? What is less expected, however, is Cline’s restraint; it would have been so easy to overwrite the wealth (too much and you’re fawning) or give us long introspection as Alex spirals. Cline gives us just enough. It’s in her precision that this book shines.
Not one for precision myself, here’s a clunky segue: that little Oslo mishap that happened eight years, three paragraphs, and four pints ago did little to discourage my interest in Scandinavia. Scots and Scandis share more than just the North Sea, and some might even argue that the Norse invasion created the Scotland we have today (I’ll spare you my theory on that). The aurora borealis would occasionally appear over my parents’ house and every time it did, it felt like a hand reaching out from the Arctic; an open palm waving from the north. I have gone – north that is, back to Norway, Sweden and Denmark - many times, and I cannot think of a year of my adult life when I haven’t read at least one book from the region. This year was no exception.
Stolen by Ann-Helén Laestadius, translated by Rachel Willson-Broyles, follows a daughter of Sámi reindeer herders as she confronts a spate of reindeer killings (and the perpetrator). This is a slow burn of a book with all the trappings of a Scandi thriller but the tenderness of coming of age, two elements that should not work in combination but do. Beautifully. In the writing of her novel, Laestadius scoured hundreds of police reports of murdered reindeer (none resulted in prosecution); Stolen is as much an invitation into Sámi life as it is a real warning to protect indigenous land and its people.
This same warning can be found in the pages of Alexa Hagerty’s A Still Life with Bones, an extraordinary work of investigative journalism and testimony from a forensic anthropologist tasked with exhuming victims of Guatemala’s thirty-six-year civil conflict, most of whom are Mayan.
It was the process of excavation that appealed to me when I heard about Hagerty’s book. I have always imagined myself a kind of other life, one in archaeology. This is a whim I have managed to keep at bay by periodically browsing the fieldwork page of the Archaeological Institute of America and spending a suspicious amount of time in the Mesopotamian seal room at The Morgan. (Seal 764 is my favorite, in case anyone was wondering. Have you ever seen such animate, ancient turkeys?)
What struck me only a couple of pages into Hagerty’s book, was that excavation – particularly exhumation – is a spiritual process as much as it is scientific. Something I had naively never considered. It’s also extremely challenging to write about; how can one walk their reader through the restoration process of a body in sufficient detail and retain the humanity of the person lying before them? The only thing more treacherous than the ethical minefield of forensic anthropology is the ethical minefield that is reporting on it. Yet, somehow, Hagerty never puts a foot wrong. A Still Life with Bones stunned me over, and over again.
I’ll say it now, I’m a generalist at heart. This can feel like a burden in a profession that covets distinct taste. I began this year with the promise that I would allow myself to indulge so I followed my many (MANY) interests and, for the most part, was rewarded. My reading in 2023 has invited me into the homes, the minds, and the lives of people I couldn’t possibly know from my very small corner of our very large world. Gustave Flaubert — my fellow countryman, if anyone from the 70th street post office is reading this— once gave some sage advice to a lady friend that I’d like to offer here, to you, now:
Lisez pour vivre.
Read to live.
Marin
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Marin 。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆
MARIN: My first favorite is a book that I read in the first week of January and has stayed with me through the year…! That book is ASCENSION by Nicholas Binge, a speculative thriller (with some horror elements) set on a mysterious mountain taller than Mt Everest that appears overnight in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Scientists at the top of their respective fields are gathered to investigate this phenomenon, but as they ascend, their memories start to unravel, people start acting out of character, and extreme paranoia sets in as the team realizes they’re not the only ones there. The storytelling in this novel is just straight up mesmerizing with the novel anchored by an emotional throughline and framing of our protagonist’s backstory and the losses he’s faced in his personal life (which has pushed him to be on this mission). I’m a sucker for novels with good structure and THIS DEFINITELY HAS IT!
The second book is my YA pick of the year: IF YOU COULD SEE THE SUN by Ann Liang! Set in an international boarding school in Beijing, our protagonist Alice is a scholarship student among China’s elite who starts turning invisible (literally!). When her parents tell her they can’t afford her tuition fees anymore, Alice devises a plan to monetize her ability, using it to discover scandalous secrets among her classmates. I loved everything about this book—the romance (rivals to lovers!), the friendships, the nail-biting suspense and stakes of potentially getting caught, to the heartwarming relationship between Alice and her parents.
It feels wrong not to talk about Palestine, as we continue to see the slaughtering of and violence enacted upon the Palestinian people both in and out of Gaza, so my last pick for the year is THE HUNDRED YEARS’ WAR ON PALESTINE by Rashid Khalidi, a deeply engaging, powerful, cogent book interweaving the author’s and his family’s experiences with that of historical analysis. I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say that this is the important book I’ve read this year. A comprehensive look at the last 100 years (not including between 2017-2023, as the book was published in 2017) of Palestinian history, Khalidi provides a necessary framework in viewing these events as a part of a much larger, connected tapestry of settler colonialism, imperialism, and military occupation. It’s a reminder that we must continue to educate ourselves, to use our critical thinking skills when so much of the media we consume is biased, and to continue to speak out and pressure companies and our representatives however we can (boycott if you haven’t already!!!!!). Free Palestine forever and always.