The Candy House, by Jennifer Egan: Overall, I loved this. The constellation of characters was much more compelling to me than it was in A Visit From the Goon Squad, although the writing was so excellent that I may need to revisit Goon Squad. There were a few chapters whose format felt gimmicky, while others worked as experimentations with form. I’ll read it again, especially because there are so many characters that I know there are more connections to be… Read more »

Cabin Fever, by Jonathan Franklin and Michael Smith: I suppose I may get tired of reading about COVID at some point, but I doubt it…this nonfiction book benefits from its focus on a limited set of people in a singular location – the occupants of the Zaandam cruise ship. The authors focus on crew, officers, and passengers; it’s harrowing to see the pressure the crew feels to continue to “perform” for the passengers, and the severity of the situation is… Read more »

Dark Summit, by Nick Heil: I’m always reaching for the high that was reading Into Thin Air for the first time (in Kathmandu), and falling short (OF THE SUMMIT haha?). This was definitely readable and good, but it seems like it’s Krakauer rather than Everest itself – or at least the alchemy between the two – that makes Into Thin Air so hard to compete with. Still, I enjoyed this because it focused on someone I’d already watched on the… Read more »

Trust, by Hernan Diaz: In the Distance is one of the most sublime books I’ve ever read – also one of the only books I’ve ever read that I would describe as sublime rather than some other merit – so I was both desperate for and wary of his second book. Very similar, actually, to waiting to read Emily St. John Mandel’s The Glass Hotel (perhaps mainly in the wariness about subject matter – finance world – of the subsequent… Read more »

Five Days at Memorial, by Sheri Fink: I’m not sure whether this crossed my radar because there’s a current TV series based on it or if I just saw it recommended somewhere – focused on the week of Hurricane Katrina in 2005, this was published in 2013. I’m curious if there’s any sort of follow-up or update nine years later. Though – unavoidably, because of the number of people involved – it was sometimes difficult to keep track of all… Read more »

Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead, by Olga Tokarczuk: I knew very little about this before reading, other than that it’s set in Poland and won the Pulitzer Prize. I think that was an ideal way to go into it; I had no preconceptions about the “sort” of story it would be, and for the first third of the book I felt totally content to follow the main character through her routines without really caring if anything… Read more »

Take My Hand, by Dolen Perkins-Valdez: Ignorant of this novel’s publishing date, I was initially incensed that I had heard so little about it in the past…and then I realized it’s a very new addition to the world, published in April of this year. Set in the 1970s and 2016 (I assume so as not to…have to deal with Trump), it’s the story of medical ethics, good intentions gone wrong (and bad intentions gone worse), complicity, and control. There’s a… Read more »

The Sentence, by Louise Erdich: The first half of this is absolute unfettered delight while simultaneously philosophical and profound. The characters – especially narrator Tookie – the descriptions, the language play, the voice – it’s hilarious. In its distinctiveness, its humor, and the sense of “here is a master at work” it was akin to James McBride’s Deacon King Kong. In the second half, COVID appears. At first I was disappointed, wanting to remain in Tookie’s individual timeline, but that… Read more »

When the Stars Go Dark, by Paula McClain: An engaging mystery with depth and atmosphere – the descriptions of coastal northern California towns and redwood forests are captivating. There were three occasions, though, on which I thought “Surely X character would not do Y – oh, here goes X character doing Y” in a way that felt contrived for the plot. Vladimir, by Julia May Jonas: Fifty pages in, I thought, “Do I hate this? I might hate this.” I… Read more »

The Swimmers, by Julie Otsuka: Before I read the first page, this reminded me of Yannick Murphy’s This is the Water, which also takes place primarily in a local swimming pool, from an unusual perspective (second person for This is the Water, first person plural for The Swimmers), in which the pool is a metaphor or vessel for exploration of the rifts in the community. There’s a panoramic quality to both of them, a distance. In some ways that made… Read more »