I keep coming back to this, not because of any apparent (or is that obvious?) absurdity of the statement itself, but the mean-spirited intent behind it. It is one of the funniest things (intentional or not) that I’ve had another person say to my face in a good long while. It has become my dead horse. A true gift.
But anyway, it is Friday – week’s end! And with that in mind, here is a list of the books I’ve been reading over the past couple of weeks and months.
There is no order to the list, no rankings or ratings or reviews. I just like to keep a tally so that I know what I’m reading after having read it. I also know that this list will tell you less about me than it will ultimately reveal.
That’s good for both of us.
That’s what’s best for everyone:
- Vi – Kim Thuy
- Barracoon – Zora Neale Hurston
- Trail of Lightening – Rebecca Roanhorse
- Pachinko – Min Jin Lee
- The Red Threads of Fortune – Jy Yang
- Marriage of a Thousand Lies – S.J. Sindu
- Eloquent Rage – Brittney Cooper
- Kilkenny – Louis L’amour
- Chicken With Plums – Marjane Satrapi
- Mr. Fortune’s Maggot – Sylvia Townsend Warner
These are books that I will say that I recommend – or don’t, depending on what you’re looking for in a book, depending on what your particular whims or needs or desires are.
In any case, if it is indeed true that books are dead, they can’t possibly get any deader, can they? They’re the deadest they’ve ever been!
And how could you argue with that?