The Night Guest, by Fiona McFarlane: Love. I felt protective over the main character, watching her slow-motion destruction in horror while alternately admiring her autonomy and engagement with the world and feeling embarrassed for her. McFarlane is incredibly skilled (I also loved The Sun Walks Down) and I have two of her other books on hold.
Same As It Ever Was, by Claire Lombardo: While this didn’t quite hit me the same way The Most Fun We Ever Had did (it felt more balanced, and also more, well, fun), I didn’t mind the narrator or other unlikeable characters at all, and I thought it was a great addition to the genre of “complicated and sprawling family novels.” It did read somewhat like two books welded together, though – halfway through I couldn’t imagine what the rest of the plot would be (it felt resolved) yet somehow the reveal, by the time it came, felt predictable.
Burntcoat, by Sarah Hall: I liked the premise more than the book – an artist who creates massive sculptures out of scrap metal and found objects cloisters herself inside of her giant studio/home with a lover during an outbreak of a deadly disease – and I loved the descriptions of her commissions. I could have done with 75% less description of all the sex she had during their quarantine; it got to the point of tedium.
Consent, by Jill Ciment: I haven’t read Ciment’s memoir, which this book interrogates, but there were enough excerpts from it here that I didn’t feel I lacked context. Consent is an examination of Ciment’s marriage to a much older man, which began as an affair when she was a teenager and which she wrote about positively in her mid-life memoir. I found Consent both provocative and generous; it was also unbelievably sad in its depictions of old age and death. I wished it was a longer, more detailed reconstruction of her earlier memoir – I would have read more.
Dengue Boy, by Michael Nieva: When I imagine describing this to someone, I find myself thinking What a romp. Climate destruction, body horror, the threat of destruction by machines and apathy…gross and hilarious and sometimes horrifying.