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“Monogamy,” by Sue Miller, is one of those absorbing stories that pull you deeply into the lives of a couple and don’t let you go until you (reluctantly) reach the end.  Graham and Annie have been married for nearly thirty years.  Their seemingly endless devotion has long been the envy of their circle of friends and acquaintances.  By all appearances, they are a golden couple.  Graham is a bookseller, a big, gregarious man with large appetites – curious, eager to please, a lover of life, and the convivial host of frequent, lively parties at his and Annie’s comfortable house in Cambridge.  Annie, more reserved and introspective, is a photographer about to have her first gallery show after a six-year lull who is worried that the best years of her career may be behind her.  They have two adult children:  Lucas, Graham’s son with his first wife, Frieda, works in New York; Sarah, Annie and Graham’s daughter, lives in San Francisco.  Though Frieda is an integral part of this far-flung, loving family, Annie feels confident in the knowledge that she is Graham’s last and greatest love.  Until the unexpected happens, a ruinous secret is revealed, and Annie has reason to question all that she was comfortable believing.   Sue Miller is a compelling and compassionate writer who excels at burrowing into the intricacies of an extended family’s complex and often challenging relationships.

My family lived in Naples when I was in college, which may be why I am especially enamored with Elena Ferrante’s novels set in that colorful, chaotic, endearing city, beginning with her four-volume novel known as the Neapolitan quartet.  Her latest, “The Lying Life of Adults,” focuses on the adolescent life of her 12-year-old narrator, Giovanna, and the gulf between the Naples of the heights, which assumes a mask of refinement, and the Naples of the depths, with its excess and vulgarity.  The book’s first paragraph sets the tone – “Two years before leaving home my father said to my mother that I was very ugly.  The sentence was uttered under his breath, in the apartment that my parents, newly married, had bought at the top of Via San Giacomo die Capri, in Rione Alto.  Everything – the spaces of Naples, the blue light of a frigid February, those words – remained fixed.  But I slipped away, and am still slipping away, within these lines that are intended to give me a story, while in fact I am nothing, nothing of my own, nothing that has really begun or really been brought to completion:  only a tangled knot, and nobody, not even the one who at this moment is writing, knows if it contains the right thread for a story or is merely a snarled confusion of suffering, without redemption.”  Is Giovanna seeing things as they really are?  In search of her true reflection and a life she can claim as her own, adrift between extended family members with their complex relationships, Giovanna vacillates between the two parts of her city, falling into one and then climbing back to the other.  Neither seems to offer answers.  I agree with the reviewer who said that Ferrante is unbeatable at pulling readers into the mind of a teenage girl so that we see how everything that looks irrational from the outside – the moods, the silences, the jealousy, fears, tears, and resentments – are utterly logical and reasonable when you understand them.  She (if in fact she is a she – Elena Ferrante is a pseudonym) is a brilliant writer.

“Hamnet:  A Novel of the Plague,” by Maggie O’Farrell, a wonderfully creative speculation about Shakespeare’s life, is set in England in 1580 as The Black Death creeps across the land, infecting the healthy, the sick, the old, and the young alike.  A young Latin tutor – penniless and bullied by a violent father – falls in love with an extraordinary, eccentric young woman named Agnes who is known throughout the countryside for her unusual gifts as a healer, understanding plants and potions better than she does people.  Once she settles with her husband on Henley street in Stratford-upon-Avon, she becomes a fiercely protective mother of three and a steadfast, centrifugal force in the life of her young husband, whose career on the London stage is just taking off when his beloved young son, Hamnet (or Hamlet) succumbs.  This is a revelatory portrait of a marriage, of a family ravaged by grief and loss, and an inspired reimagining of a boy whose life has been all but forgotten and whose name was given to one of the most celebrated plays of all time.  In her Author’s Note, O’Farrell says she has tried to stick to the scant historical facts known about the real Hamnet and his family, but a few details – names, in particular – have been altered or elided over.  For example, most people will know Hamnet’s mother as “Anne,” but she was named by her father, Richard Hathaway, in his will, as “Agnes.”  Also, it is not known why Hamnet Shakespeare died:  his burial is listed but not the cause of his death.  The Black Death is not mentioned once by Shakespeare in any of his plays or poetry, and O’Farrell has always wondered why.  To our benefit, this imaginative novel is the result of her idle speculation, one I couldn’t put down.

“Transcendent Kingdom,” a novel about a Ghanian family in the contemporary South, was written by Yaa Gyasi, who was born in Ghana and raised in Huntsville, Alabama.  (She won numerous prizes for her debut novel, “Homegoing.”)  It’s a profound story about race in America and an intimate portrait of a young woman reckoning, spiritually and intellectually, with a legacy of unmanageable loss.  Gifty is a sixth-year PhD candidate in neuroscience at the Stanford University School of Medicine, studying reward-seeking behavior in mice and the neural circuits of depression and addiction.  Her brother, Nana, was a gifted high school athlete who died of a heroin overdose after an ankle injury left him hooked on OxyContin.  Her suicidal mother is living in Gifty’s bed.  Gifty is determined to discover the scientific basis for the suffering she sees all around her.  But even as she turns to the hard sciences to unlock the mystery of her family’s losses, she finds herself hungering for her childhood faith and grappling with the evangelical church in which she was raised, whose promise of salvation remains as tantalizing as it is elusive.  This beautifully-written novel is a deeply moving portrait of immigrants ravaged by depression and addiction and grief – but it’s also about faith, science, religion, and love, and is ultimately uplifting.

Susan Abulhawa takes us to Kuwait, Jordan, and Palestine in her powerful and defiant novel, “Against the Loveless World.”  Sharp-tongued Nahr tells her life story from an Israeli solitary-confinement cell, recounting how she went from working in beauty salons to being locked up as a political prisoner.  In Kuwait as an abandoned wife not quite twenty years old, she is tricked into working as an escort for powerful men at late-night parties – until the US invasion of Iraq makes her Palestinian family refugees again.  Displaced and bewildered in Jordan, Nahr travels to Palestine seeking a divorce from the man who disappeared on her, wholly unprepared to confront the consequences of the secret that defined her past.  But there, in her homeland, she is transformed by the power of her roots, literature, and love.  She emerges a foul-mouthed critic, passionate dancer, and radical political thinker who risks everything to return her family to their native land.  Her fate fulfills her own prophecy that “the freest individuals were the ones who ended up in state prisons.”  At one point, she and the man she lovesread an essay by James Baldwin written as a letter to his nephew, Big James, in which he says, “Here you were:  to be loved.  To be loved, baby, hard, at once, and forever, to strengthen you against the loveless world.”  Baldwin also wrote, “To be committed is to be in danger,” words Nahr never forgot.  I will not forget the emotional impact of this book.


Since I have read so much about WWII, I thought I didn’t need to read Erik Larson’sThe Splendid and the Vile:  A Saga of Churchill, Family, and Defiance During the Blitz” – but, then again, everything Larson writes is completely engaging, so I dove in and, of course, was immediately engrossed in this fresh portrait of Churchill and England during the early days of the war when the outcome was deeply in doubt.  In Winston Churchill’s first day as prime minister, Hitler invaded Holland and Belgium.  Poland and Czechoslovakia had already fallen, and the Dunkirk evacuation was just two weeks away.  For the next twelve months, Hitler would wage a relentless bombing campaign, killing 45,000 Britons.  It was up to Churchill to hold the country together and persuade President Franklin Roosevelt that Britain was a worthy ally – and willing to fight to the end.  Larson shows in detail how Churchill taught the British people (and Hitler, who couldn’t believe they wouldn’t give up) “the art of being fearless.”  It’s a story of political brinkmanship, but also an intimate domestic drama set against the backdrop of Churchill’s prime-ministerial country home, Chequers; his wartime retreat, Ditchley, where he and his entourage go when the moon is brightest and the bombing threat is highest; and of course 10 Downing Street in London.  Drawing on diaries, original archival documents, and once-secret intelligence reports – some released only recently  – Larson pulls us into London’s darkest year through the day-to-day experience of Churchill and those closest to him:  his wife, Clementine; their youngest daughter, Mary, who chafes against her parents’ wartime protectiveness; their irresponsible son, Randolph, and his beautiful, unhappy wife, Pamela; Pamela’s illicit lover, a dashing American emissary; and the advisers in Churchill’s “Secret Circle,” to whom he turns in his hardest moments.  Larson does a wonderful job of combining the terrible tension of the war with colorful descriptions of Churchill’s eccentricities  – for example, after dinner one night at Chequers, fueled with champagne and brandy, Churchill fired up the gramophone and began to play military marches and songs, marching to the music while carrying a big-game rifle, executing rifle drills and bayonet maneuvers, “looking in his rompers like a fierce pale blue Easter egg gone to war.”   As Larson brings us to the darkest days of 1941 I actually found myself feeling tense about the possibility of Hitler’s success.  That’s marvelous writing.

There is simply no way to compare one’s own life with that of a thin, elegant woman who in 1945 lived in a small cottage in the leafy English Cotswolds with her three children and her husband, who worked as a machinist nearby.  Ursula Burton, as she was known, was friendly but reserved, spoke with a slight foreign accent, and seemed to be living a simple, unassuming life, revealing little about herself to her neighbors in the village.  They had no idea she was a high-ranking Soviet intelligence officer, the most important female spy in history, an agent code-named “Sonya,” who set the stage for the Cold War.  Or that her husband was also a spy, or that she was running powerful agents across Europe.  Behind the façade of her picturesque life, “Mrs. Burton” (born Ursula Kuczynski in 1907 to a Jewish family in Berlin) was a dedicated communist, a Red Army colonel, and a veteran spymaster, gathering the scientific secrets that would enable the Soviet Union to build the bomb.  Over the course of her astonishing espionage career she was hunted by the Chinese government, the Japanese secret police, the Nazis, MI5, MI6, and the FBI – and evaded them all.  Her story reflects the great ideological battles of the twentieth century – between communism, fascism, and Western democracy – and in “Agent Sonya: Moscow’s Most Daring Wartime Spy,” Ben Macintyre tells it superbly.  He had unparalleled access to Sonya’s diaries and correspondence and has produced a page-turning history of this revolutionary secret agent, complete with maps and photos of all the major players.  You will be stunned by how “Sonya” juggled lovers, husbands, and children, was “ambitious, romantic, risk-addicted, occasionally selfish, huge-hearted, and tough as only someone who had lived through the worst of twentieth-century could be,” yet was never betrayed and  survived to July 7, 2000, when she died at the age of 93.  A bonus is the Afterword:  The Lives of Others, which tells us what eventually happened to the other participants in this true saga that is every bit as engrossing as any fictional spy thriller.

Mysteries:   We have happily worked our way through the Swedish mystery series by Maj Sjowall and Per Wahloo featuring Martin Beck, chief of the Swedish National Homicide Squad, and his group of disparate, contentious police officers that Michael Connolly called “One of the most authentic, gripping, profound collections of police procedurals ever accomplished.”  Dennis Lehane describes them as “Rendered with crisp, elegant prose and tension so thick the reader could crack a tooth.”  KCLS has all 10, most as books but two as an Audiobook or eBook, and they are quick reads as well as complex stories with characters you come to feel you know well and care about.  Enjoy.   “Winter Counts,” by David Heska Wanbli Weiden, a lawyer, professor, and enrolled citizen of the Sicangu Lakota Nation, is a gripping thriller that gives the reader a true sense of life on the Lakota Rosebud Reservation in South Dakota, both the good and the bad.  Virgil Wounded Horse is the reservation’s local enforcer, hired to deliver his own punishment when justice is denied by the American legal system or tribal council.  When heroin makes its way onto the reservation and finds Virgil’s nephew, his vigilantism suddenly becomes personal.  This is a terrific debut novel with a stunning, surprising climax.   Tana French is in a class by herself when it comes to psychological mysteries, and “The Searcher” is no exception.   Cal Hooper thought a fixer-upper in a remote Irish village would be the perfect escape after 25 years in the Chicago police force and a bruising divorce, a place with a good pub in a pretty spot where nothing much happens.  Then a local kid comes looking for help in finding a missing brother when no one else, including the police, seems to care, and Cal can’t make himself walk away as he learns that even in an idyllic small town there are plenty of hidden secrets.  French is a master at setting a mood and developing characters you care about.

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“Homeland Elegies,” by Ayad Akhtar, a vivid, deeply personal book about an American son and his immigrant father (a prominent cardiologist) and the country they both call home, will keep you turning pages.  Blending fact and fiction, it is part family drama, part social essay, part picaresque (I looked that word up to be sure – “roguish, but appealing”) novel.  As Akhtar describes a country in which debt has ruined countless lives and the gods of finance rule, where immigrants live in fear, and where the nation’s unhealed wounds wreak havoc around the world, he attempts to make sense of it all through the lens of a story about one family, from a heartland town in America to palatial suites in Central Europe to guerilla lookouts in the mountains of Afghanistan.  No one is spared, least of all the author.  Akhtar is unflinchingly honest about himself in this intimate blend of memoir and fiction, and I found the entire novel stunning.  So much resonated with me, and here’s one paragraph I keep thinking about, in reference to a conversation he has with his father about Donald Trump (whom he says his father treated on several occasions) and his “great big beautiful wall,” saying it was something people could fixate on – classic storytelling, a visible, tangible goal that gets an audience rooting for a hero.  “Every good story has the same shape.  The beginning establishes a goal, the more tangible the better.  In the middle we watch the fight toward that goal.  The end is what happens when it’s been reached, or when reaching it has finally failed.  The longer the middle the better the story.  The middle is when we still don’t know the outcome.  That’s when we care the most about what’s happening.  The longer you can keep the audience engaged in the pursuit without actually resolving that pursuit – that’s real mastery.”  Akhtar, a playwright and novelist who won the 2013 Pulitzer Prize for Drama for his first play, “Disgraced,” is a brilliant, provocative writer who has had the courage to write a novel that doesn’t let us, his readers, know what is true and what is not.  I thought it was remarkable.

In the house of Helios, god of the sun and the mightiest of the Titans, a daughter is born.  But “Circe,” the title character of this book by Madeline Miller, is a strange child – not obviously powerful like her father, nor viciously alluring like her mother.  Turning to the world of mortals for companionship, she discovers that she does possess power – the power of witchcraft, which can transform rivals into monsters and menace the gods themselves.  Threatened, Zeus banishes her to a deserted island, where she hones her occult craft, tames wild beasts, and crosses paths with many of the most famous figures in all of mythology, including the Minotaur; Daedalus and his doomed son, Icarus; the murderous Medea; and, of course, wily Odysseus.  But there is danger, too, for a woman who stands alone, and Circe unwittingly draws the wrath of both men and gods, ultimately finding herself pitted against one of the most terrifying and vengeful of the Olympians.  To protect what she loves most, Circe must summon all her strength and choose, once and for all, whether she belongs with the gods she is born from or the mortals she has come to love.  The writing is rich with detail, the characters are vivid, the plot is suspenseful, and Miller beautifully brings Circe and the cast of mortals, monsters, and Titan and Olympian divinities colorfully to life.  Don’t miss the list of characters at the end of the book, as it is incredibly helpful in keeping everyone straight.  This magical story is captivating.

I felt I was smiling the entire time as I read “Becoming Duchess Goldblatt.” It ispart memoir andpart a joyful tongue-in-cheek romp through the story behind a beloved pseudonymous Twitter personality which reveals how a woman deep in grief rebuilt a life worth living.  There are two stories:  that of the reclusive real-life writer who created a fictional character out of loneliness and thin air, and that of the magical Duchess Goldblatt herself, a bright light in the darkness of social media.  Fans around the world are drawn to Her Grace’s voice, wit, life-affirming love for all humanity, and the fun and friendship of the community that has sprung up around her.  @DuchessGoldblatt (fictional eighty-one-year old literary icon, author of the fictional memoirs ”An Axe to Grind” and “Feasting on the Carcasses of My Enemies, A Love Story” and mother of a fictional middle-aged daughter, Hacienda, who is  incarcerated) brought people together in her name in bookstores, museums, concerts, and coffee shoppes, and along the way brought real friends home – foremost among them Lyle Lovett, who plays a major part in this story and actually has a comment on the book jacket.  It’s hard to explain the plot – an actual memoir of a fictional person – so I’ll just say it’s clever and funny and heart-breaking and you will love it. 

 “The Tunnel,” by A. B. Yehoshua, is a poignant, tender, witty story about an Israeli family wrestling with the mental decline of their husband and father.  Zvi Luria, a man in his seventies, is a retired engineer living in Tel Aviv with his devoted wife, Dina, a respected pediatrician.  Concerned about his decline, she encourages him to take an unpaid position as an assistant to Asael Maimoni, a young road engineer conducting a covert military operation:  building a road inside the massive Ramon Crater in the northern Negev Desert.  The challenge, however, is compounded by the fact that living on the proposed route, amid ancient Nabatean ruins, is a Palestinian family under the protection of an enigmatic archaeological preservationist.   Zvi’s faculties may be declining, but he rises to the challenge in no uncertain terms.  I loved being inside Zvi’s head as he copes – often humorously – with his diagnosis of early dementia, and also admired how beautifully Yehoshua conveys the deep love this couple has for each other, even in the most difficult and challenging times.   I’m so happy to have discovered Yehoshua, a lovely writer who has won many honors, and I look forward to reading more of his novels. 

The Death of Vivek Oji,” by Akwaeke Emezi, is both devastating and stunning, and left me feeling its deep emotional impact for days.  One afternoon, in a town in southeastern Nigeria, a mother opens her front door to discover her son’s body, wrapped in colorful fabric, at her feet.  What follows is the tumultuous, heart-wrenching story of one family’s struggle to understand a child whose spirit is both gentle and mysterious.  Raised by a distant father and a compassionate but overprotective mother, Vivek Oji suffers disorienting blackouts, moments of disconnection between self and surroundings.  As adolescence leads to adulthood, Vivek finds solace in friendships with the warm, boisterous daughters of the Nigerwives, foreign-born women married to Nigerian men.  But Vivek’s closest bond is with Osita, the worldly, high-spirited cousin whose teasing confidence masks a guarded private life.  As their relationship deepens – and Osita struggles to understand Vivek’s escalating crisis – the mystery gives way to a heart-stopping act of violence in a moment when Vivek experiences exhilarating freedom.  In the hands of this powerful and daring writer the reader shares Vivek’s joy and his pain every step of the way.  I should note that Emezi’s first novel, “Freshwater,” won multiple awards and was named a New York Times Notable Book and a Best Book of the Year by The New Yorker, NPR, BuzzFeed and the Chicago Public Library.  It’s now on my list.    


My grandson Darien Acero gave me the widely-praised “From the War on Poverty to the War on Crime:  The Making of Mass Incarceration in America,” by Elizabeth Hinton, and it is an eye-opener.  In the United States today, one in every thirty-one adults is under some form of penal control, including one in eleven African American men.  How did “The land of the free” become the home of the world’s largest prison system?  Challenging the belief that America’s prison problem originated with the Reagan administration’s War on Drugs, Hinton traces the rise of mass incarceration to an ironic source:  the social welfare programs of Lyndon Johnson’s Great Society at the height of the civil rights era.  “Thus the War on Poverty is best understood not as an effort to broadly uplift communities or as a moral crusade to transform society by combatting inequality or want, but as a manifestation of fear about urban disorder and about the behavior of young people, particularly young African Americans.” This is an in-depth study of the issue, filled with surprising information that reveals how the militarization of the police we’ve witnessed in Ferguson, Minneapolis, and elsewhere had roots in the 1960s.  “In addition to focusing too narrowly on the tactical dimensions of crime control politics,” Hinton says in her introduction, “scholars have underestimated the federal government’s active role in revolutionizing American law enforcement before the 1980s.”  After all, she writes, ”in the absence of policing, juridical, and penal programs federal policymakers imposed, it is entirely possible that state and local governments would have decided to invest in an entirely different set of priorities.  At a time when the harms of mass incarceration are increasingly recognized by policy-makers, political candidates, and growing sectors of the public, national action is needed once again if we are to move toward solutions.”   When you read this along with “The New Jim Crow:  Mass Incarceration in the Age of Colorblindness,” by Michelle Alexander, it’s easy to agree with Hinton that our carceral state was built over decades “by a consensus of liberals and conservatives who privileged punitive responses to urban problems as a reaction to the civil rights movement,” and that it’s long past time for a consensus of liberals and conservatives to undo it.  

I suspect few of us understand much about the inner workings of Pakistan, which is why I was so intrigued by “The Nine Lives of Pakistan:  Dispatches from a Precarious State,” by Declan Walsh, formerly the New York Times Pakistan bureau chief.  Walsh has created a portrait of Pakistan over a tumultuous decade through the dramatic lives of nine fascinating individuals.  He traveled from the raucous port of Karachi, which despite its pervasive sense of decay and rot has a unique vibrancy and urban sensibility, to the salons of stately Lahore, to modern Islamabad, from Balochistan to the mountains of Waziristan (I really appreciated the map), and along the way met a diverse cast of Pakistanis, including a chieftain readying for war at his desert fort, a retired spy skulking through the borderlands, and a crusading female lawyer risking death for her beliefs.  Through these “nine lives” he describes a country on the brink – a place of creeping extremism and political chaos, but also personal bravery and dogged idealism that defy easy stereotypes.  Unknown to Walsh, however, an intelligence agent was tracking him.  Written in the aftermath of Walsh’s abrupt deportation, this book concludes with a surprising encounter with that agent, and his revelations about Pakistan’s powerful security state.  In his acknowledgements, Walsh thanks several friends who “carried me through joy and sorrow, helped to untangle the gnarled threads of their country, and left me with a sense of being rooted in it – a great and special privilege.”  Through his vivid storytelling, Walsh brings this complex country and his love for it fully to life.

Mysteries:  I’m always up for a Charles Todd mystery set in the post-war depression of England after WWI.  In “The Black Ascot,” Inspector Ian Rutledge receives an astonishing tip about a cunning killer who has eluded Scotland Yard for ten years, which if true could lead to capturing the suspect in an appalling murder during Black Ascot, the famous 1910 royal horse races that honored the late King Edward VII.  As he gets closer to finding the man, Rutledge’s life is changed by his darkest fear – the exposure of the shell shock which has haunted him since the Battle of the Somme.  This mother and son writing team has created a fine series.  It isn’t the most gripping mystery I’ve ever read, but “Murder in Old Bombay,” by Nev March, is one of the most colorful, starting with the glowing cover illustration and continuing with its vibrant description of life in 1892 in Bombay, the center of British India.  Based on a true story, it tells of a case that catches the eye of Army Captain Jim Agnihotri as he recovers from an injury received in a skirmish on the wild northern frontier – two women have fallen from the busy university’s clock tower in broad daylight, and the widower of one of the victims is certain that his wife and sister did not commit suicide.  Captain Jim approaches the Parsee family and is hired to investigate what happened that terrible afternoon.  This story, set in a tumultuous historical age, won the Mystery Writers of America First Crime Novel Award.

Nora Ephron: ‘I always read the last page of a book first so that if I die before I finish I’ll know how it turned out.’ 

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My daughter Cynthia gave me “Rodham,” by Curtis Sittenfeld, and in this lively and compelling read Sittenfeld imagines what-might-have-been if Hillary Rodham hadn’t married Bill Clinton.  In 1971, Hillary Rodham was a young woman full of promise:  Life magazine covered her Wellesley commencement speech, she was heading to Yale Law School, and she was on the forefront of student activism and the women’s rights movement.  Then she met Bill Clinton, a handsome, charismatic southerner and fellow law student already planning his political career, and they found in each other a profound connection, intellectually, emotionally, and physically.  In the real world Hillary followed Bill to Arkansas and eventually, as we all know, became Hillary Clinton.   But in this work of fiction, feeling doubt about the prospect of marriage, Hillary endures a devastating breakup with Bill and leaves Arkansas.  Over the next four decades, she blazes her own trail – one that unfolds in public as well as in private, that involves crossing paths again (and again), with Bill Clinton, and that raises questions about the trade-offs we all make in building a life.  It’s very clever – I had not anticipated how much fun it would be to read.

I find books by Turkish Nobel Prize winner Orphan Pamuk beautifully written and rich with thoughtfulness and nuance, and “The Red-Haired Woman” is no exception.  On the outskirts of a town thirty kilometers from Istanbul, a master welldigger and his young apprentice are hired to find water on a barren plain.  As they struggle in the summer heat, excavating without luck meter by meter, the two develop a filial bond neither has known before – not the poor middle-aged bachelor or the middle-class boy whose father disappeared after being arrested for politically subversive activities.  The pair will come to depend on each other and exchange stories reflecting disparate views of the world.  But in the nearby town where they buy provisions and take their evening break the boy will find an irresistible diversion.  The Red-Haired woman, an alluring member of a traveling theater company, catches his eye and seems as fascinated by him as he is by her.  The young man’s wildest dream will be realized, but when in his distraction a horrible accident befalls the welldigger, the boy will flee, returning to Istanbul.  Only years later will he – and we – discover whether he was in fact responsible for his master’s death and who the redheaded enchantress really was.  This is an intriguing mystery and a romance, as well as a tale of fathers and sons, and I was completely drawn in by the way the dramatic true story finally reveals itself years later.

In Margaret Atwood’s “The Testaments,” it’s fifteen years after the events of “The Handmaid’s Tale,” and the theocratic regime of the Republic of Gilead maintains its grip on power despite signs it is beginning to rot from within.  At this crucial moment, the lives of three radically different women converge.  Two have grown up on opposite sides of the border:  one in Gilead as the privileged daughter of an important Commander and one in Canada, where she marches in anti-Gilead protests and watches news of its horrors on TV.  The third voice is that of one of the regime’s enforcers, a woman who wields power through the ruthless accumulation and deployment of secrets.  Long-buried secrets are what finally bring these three together, forcing each of them to come to terms with who she is and how far she will go for what she believes.  I was riveted by this dramatic and suspenseful sequel to a book which I had found wildly imaginative and terrifying at the same time.

On the cover of “Tender is the Flesh,” by Agustina Bazterrica, a reviewer says, ”This book will pull you in, take hold, and not let go until you reach the final page.  Without a doubt, my favorite read of  this year.”   Amen to that – I am still reeling from its brilliance, even as I have to say the dystopian world in this book is not for the squeamish.  Working at the local processing plant, Marcos is in the business of slaughtering humans – though no one calls them that anymore.  His wife has left him, his father is sinking into dementia, his infant son has died, and Marcos tries not to think too hard about how he makes a living.  After all, it happened so quickly.  First, it was reported that an infectious virus has made all animal meat poisonous to humans.  Then governments initiated the “Transition.”  Now, eating human meat – euphemistically called “special meat” – is legal.  The prime fare, F.G.P.s (First Generation Pure) are born and raised in captivity, artificially inseminated, sold, butchered, and plated however you like.  Marcos tries to stick to numbers, consignments, processing, but one day he’s given a gift:   a live specimen of the finest quality.  Though he’s aware that any form of personal contact is forbidden, he names her Jasmine, little by little starts to treat her like a human being, and eventually gets her pregnant, a crime that could land them both in the Municipal Slaughterhouse.  As I was reading, I couldn’t help but think about our real-life factory- farm processes by mentally swapping humans for pigs or cows, which I presume is the point.  One reviewer referred to the “chilly aloofness” of Bazterrica’s writing that makes the horror of the story all the more disturbing and yet allows the reader to keep a tolerable distance from the grotesqueness of the plot.  This provocative and disturbing story will haunt you.

I waffled about writing up “The World That We Knew,” by Alice Hoffman, because despite Hoffman’s reputation as a fine writer, the book didn’t quite work for me.   At the time when the world changed, Hanni Kohn knew she must send her twelve-year-old daughter, Lea, away to save her from the Nazi regime.  She finds her way to a renowned rabbi, but it’s his daughter, Ettie, who offers hope of salvation when she creates a mystical Jewish creature, a rare and unusual golem, who is sworn to protect Lea.  Once Ava is brought to life, she and Lea and Ettie become eternally entwined, their lives forever linked.  Lea and Ava travel from Paris, where Lea meets her soul mate, to a convent in eastern France, to a school in the mountaintop village where three thousand Jews were saved.  Meanwhile, Ettie is in hiding, waiting to become the fighter she’s always known she’s destined to be, in a world of love and loss where evil is found at every turn.  I have mentioned I am not a big fan of magical realism, but I don’t think the golem was the problem – it was more that at times I felt the writing was pedestrian and didn’t sustain my interest.


My daughter Catherine gave me the delightful and very thoughtful “Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants,” by Robin Wall Kimmerer.   The author is a mother, scientist, decorated professor, enrolled member of the Citizen Potawatomi
Nation, and founder and director of the Center for Native Peoples and the Environment who embraces the notion that plants and animals are our oldest teachers.  In this book she uses her extensive knowledge to show that the awakening of a wider ecological consciousness requires the acknowledgement and celebration of our reciprocal relationship with the living world, that it takes humility to learn from other species.  Her passion enfolds the reader as she captures the images of giant cedars and wild strawberries, a forest in the rain, a meadow of fragrant sweetgrass, and so much else.  (Several years ago I bought several sweetgrass baskets from a woman who wove them in Charleston, South Carolina, and was moved to get them out and admire them again as I learned that “Sweetgrass is best planted not by seed, but by putting roots directly in the ground.  Thus the plant is passed from hand to earth to hand across years and generations.”  I love knowing that, and more fully appreciating their origin.  Kimmerer is a lovely writer, and it’s tempting to quote her at length, but what she wants us to remember is that “We are all bound by a covenant of reciprocity:  plant breath for animal breath, winter and summer, predator and prey, grass and fire, night and day, living and dying.  Water knows this, clouds know this.  Salt and rocks know they are dancing in a continuous giveaway of making, unmaking, and making again the earth.   Remember that the earth is a gift that we must pass on, just as it came to us.  When we forget, the dances we’ll need will be for mourning.  For the passing of polar bears, the silence of cranes, for the death of rivers and the memory of snow.” 
Catherine and I agree the book is longer than it needs to be, because Kimmerer has so much knowledge and cares so deeply about her subject, but the cumulative effect of her writing can’t help but affect the reader deeply.  “Restoring land without restoring relationship is an empty exercise.  It is relationship that will endure and relationship that will sustain the restored land.  Therefore, reconnecting people and the landscape is as essential as reestablishing proper hydrology or cleaning up contaminants.  It is medicine for the earth.”  Kimmerer is careful to say thank you for every gift the earth gives her.

When Chuck Sitkin told me about “Homo Deus,” he also mentioned the fascinating, enlightening, and ultimately challenging “Sapiens:  A Brief History of Mankind,” by the same author, Yuval Noah Harari.  One hundred thousand years ago, at least six human species inhabited the earth.  Today there is just one.  Us.  Homo sapiens.  How did our species succeed in the battle for dominance?  Why did our foraging ancestors come together to create cities and kingdoms?  How did we come to believe in gods, nations, and human rights; to trust money, books, and laws; and to be enslaved by bureaucracy, timetable, and consumerism?  And what will our world be like in the millennia to come?  If you are intrigued by these questions – and who wouldn’t be? – you will enjoy reading about this span of the whole of human history, from the very first humans to walk the earth to the radical – and sometimes devastating – breakthroughs of the Cognitive, Agricultural, and Scientific Revolutions.  Drawing on insights from biology, anthropology, paleontology, and economics, Harari explores how the currents of history have shaped our human societies, the animals and plants around us, and even our personalities.  Are we happier?  Have we freed our behavior from the legacy of our ancestors?  And what, if anything, can we do to influence the course of the centuries to come?  Harari talks about concepts we take for granted, like capitalism (the idea that the profits of production must be reinvested in increasing production), which was alien to most people throughout history.  In premodern times, people believed that production was more or less constant, so why reinvest your profits if production won’t increase by much, no matter what you do?  Thus, the money spent on tournaments, monumental cathedrals, banquets, palaces, and wars, rather than developing better kinds of wheat or looking for new markets.  Harari also notes that over the last two centuries, the pace of change became so quick that the social order now exists in a state of permanent flux.  For example, the Internet came into wide usage only in the early 1990s, yet today we can’t imagine the world without it.  The only characteristic of modern society of which we can be certain is the incessant change.  Harari observes that this is the first time in history that the world is dominated by a peace-loving elite.  The threat of nuclear holocaust fosters pacifism; when pacifism spreads, war recedes and trade flourishes; and trade increases both the profits of peace and the costs of war.  We are witnessing the formation of a global empire which enforces peace within its borders – and since its borders cover the entire globe, the World Empire effectively enforces world peace.  But, of course, “History has still not decided where we will end up.”  What a gift it is to read something this stimulating!

Mysteries:   I started “Watching You,” by Lisa Jewel, yesterday morning, and there went that day.  The story begins with a detective examining a body which is  lying on a kitchen floor in a pool of blood, but we won’t know which of the residents of Melville Heights, one of the nicest neighborhoods in Bristol, England, is our victim until much later, after we’ve come to realize that even though it’s not the sort of place where people are murdered in their own kitchens, it is the sort of place where everyone has a secret and prying eyes lurk behind every curtain.  This is compulsive reading until the startling revelation on the very last page. In  “The Evil Men Do,” by John McMahon, Ennis Fultz, a hard-nosed real estate baron is dead, and detectives P.T. Marsh and Remy Morgan learn there’s a long list of suspects.  Mason Falls, Georgia, may be a small town, but Fultz had it filled with professional rivals, angry neighbors, and a wronged ex-wife.  As the detectives dig into the case, it becomes clear that Fultz’s death was not an isolated case of revenge, but may be part of a dark web of crimes connected to an accident that upended Marsh’s life a couple of years earlier, and that now threatens the life of a young child.  This is a fine mystery with a complex and compelling plot.  We read about young women who have disappeared from exotic Caribbean locations, so there is a haunting quality to “Saint X,” by Alexis Schaitkin.  Claire Thomas is only seven years old when her college-age sister, Alison, disappears on the last night of their family vacation at a resort on the Caribbean Island of Saint X.  Several days later, Alison’s body is found in a remote spot on a nearby cay, and two local men – employees at the resort – are arrested.  But the evidence is slim, the timeline is against it, and the men are soon released.  The story turns into national tabloid news, an unsolved lurid mystery, and Claire and her parents return home to broken lives.  A coincidence in New York City years later sets Claire on an obsessive pursuit of the truth, not only to find out what actually happened but also to learn who Alison really was.  Truthfully, I found the story longer than it needed to be, but gripping enough to keep me going, and I learned much that was eye-opening about life behind the scenes at an island resort.  If you encounter someone who becomes obsessed with you, you’ll head the other way if you have read the mesmerizing ”Our Kind of Cruelty,” by Araminta Hall.  Mike Hayes fought his way out of a brutal childhood and into a quiet, if lonely, life before he met met Verity, the first person to understand him.  To love him.  In return, Mike has dedicated his life to making her happy.  He’s ready to start their blissful life together, and it doesn’t matter that she hasn’t been returning his emails or phone calls – or that she says she’s marrying another man, Angus.  He’s sure it’s all just part of the secret game they used to play, and that if he watches V closely and keeps track of her every move, he’ll know just when to come to her rescue.  This is one creepy guy, and the book’s last line will give you shivers.  Wendy Lesser, in her homage to Scandinavian mysteries called “Scandinavian Noir,” has made the series by Maj Sjowall and Per Wahloo featuring Martin Beck her “top recommendation, now and for all time.”  Jack and I are reading them in order, starting with “Roseanna,” which begins when a young woman’s body is  dredged from Sweden’s Lake Vattern, with no clues either to a murderer or to her identity.  We stay with Martin Beck, the melancholic First Detective Inspector with the National Police, for the next several months as he narrows the list of the eighty-five people on the cruise who could have strangled her.  It’s a brilliant and suspenseful police procedural, and we are delighted there are nine more.

There is nothing more luxurious than eating while you read – unless it be reading while you eat.
 E. Nesbit

All About Books

January 2021

This month is a bit longer, as three weeks ago I had an aortic heart valve replacement due to stenosis and was told to take it easy for a few days.  What a reader hears, of course, is grab a book and head for the couch!   Heaven.


I’ve read many books dealing with Israeli-Palestinian issues, both fiction and fact, but I found “Apeirogon,” (defined as a shape with a countably infinite number of sides), by Colum McCann, to be one of the most memorable and emotionally impactful.  Bassam Aramin is a Palestinian.  Rami Elhanan is Israeli.  They inhabit a world of conflict that colors every aspect of their daily lives, from the roads they are allowed to drive on, to the schools their daughters, Abir and Smadar, each attend, to the checkpoints, both physical and emotional, they must negotiate.  Their worlds shift irreparably after ten-year-old Abir is killed by a rubber bullet and thirteen-year-old Smadar becomes the victim of suicide bombers.  When Bassam and Rami learn of each other’s stories, they recognize the loss that connects them and they attempt together to use their grief as a weapon for peace.  McCann constructs “Apeirogon” from a universe of fictional and non-fictional material that crosses centuries and continents, stitching together time, art, history, nature, and politics in a story both heartbreaking and hopeful.  It is written in an unusual narrative form – no chapters, short paragraphs alternating with longer passages – which I found incredibly powerful. Here is Bassam, as he accepts invitations to parties, dinners, symposiums – “He had one simple answer to the questions that inevitably came his way.  There was no symmetry between the jailer and the jailed.  Destroy the jail.  The Occupation was based on the fallacy of security.  It had to end.  Nothing else would be possible until that happened.”  And Rami – “It may sound strange, but in Israel we don’t really know what the Occupation actually is.  We sit in our coffee shops and we have a good time and we don’t have to deal with it.  We have no idea what it’s like to walk through a checkpoint every day.  Or to have our family land taken away.  Or to wake up with a gun in our faces.  We have two sets of roads, two sets of values.  To most Israelis this seems impossible, some sort of weird distortion of reality, but it is not.  Because we just don’t know.  . . .  Truth is, you can’t have a humane occupation.  It just doesn’t exist.  It can’t.  It’s about control.   Maybe we have to wait until the price of peace is so high that people begin to  understand this.  Maybe it won’t end until the price outweighs the benefits.”  Readers will not come away from this book unchanged.

How I enjoyed “All Adults Here” by Emma Straub!  Astrid Strick – mother to three grown-up children, has been keeping a secret.  Just as she is finally warming up to sharing it with her family, a forgotten memory from her younger parenting days is jostled loose, and it’s not a good one.  Suddenly, Astrid realizes, she may not have been quite the parent she always thought she was.  But to what consequences?  And is it too late to set things straight?  Astrid’s youngest son, Nicky, is drifting and unfocused, making parenting mistakes of his own.  Her daughter, Porter, is pregnant, yet struggling to give up her own adolescence in time to greet a baby.  And Astrid’s eldest, Elliot, seems to measure his adult life according to standards no one else shares.  But who gets to decide, so many years later, which were the mistakes that mattered?  It might be that only Astrid’s thirteen-year-old granddaughter, Cecelia,  (“all anyone in the middle of puberty wanted was a larger rock to hide under, and the spotlight pointed somewhere else”) and her new friend really understand the courage it takes to tell the truth to the people you love the most.  There were many observations in this story that resonated with me.  Here’s Elliot – “Maybe it was a blessing of childhood that most people couldn’t remember much before they were five – what good would it do to remember life as a savage toddler, totally divorced from societal norms?  It was as if each human evolved from being a chimpanzee in a single lifetime.  No one wanted to remember the jungle.”  And yet, he knew that the only thing that drove anyone – drove him – was the past.  To Cecilia, “Parents were supposed to be there. That was their whole job.  Good, bad, whatever – the very lowest job requirement was to be there.”  “That was the truth of a successful marriage that Astrid understood:  All you had to do was not get divorced or die!  Everything else was fair game.  Not settling for something less than you deserved, just settled down, the way breath settles in a sleeping body, not doing more than necessary.”  “When Porter was a teenager, Astrid’s own teenage memories still felt like a relevant part of her DNA, whereas now those same memories seemed like a sad, dull movie whose plot she couldn’t quite remember.”  This is a smart, thoughtful story with engaging characters who inspire us to reflect on our own lives and what makes up a family.

“Red Dress in Black and White,” by Elliot Ackerman, unfolds over the course of a single day in Istanbul, when an American woman attempts to leave behind her life in Turkey – and her marriage.  Catherine and her husband Murat, an influential Turkish real estate developer, have a young son.   When she decides to return home to the United States with their son and her lover, Murat takes a stand.  He enlists the help of an American diplomat to prevent them from going – and, in so doing, becomes further enmeshed in a web of deception and corruption, where the worlds populated by struggling artists, wealthy businessmen, expats, and spies intersect.  One reviewer admired Ackerman’s ability to get under his characters’ skin, which I felt was a perfect description of how involved the reader becomes with these people as they struggle to resolve their issues – which are complicated even more by an unexpected twist toward the end of the novel.   The story kept me fully absorbed, and I also appreciated Ackerman’s rich knowledge of Turkey, where he was based as a journalist for many years.  

Want to brighten a dreary winter day?  Read anything by Carl Hiaasen, whose satirical crime novels set in the Sunshine State will do it.  In “Squeeze Me,” it’s the height of the Palm Beach charity ball season:  for every disease or cause, there’s a reason for the local luminaries to eat (minimally), drink (maximally), and be seen.  But when a prominent high-society dowager suddenly vanishes during a swanky gala, and is later found dead in a concrete grave, panic and chaos erupt.  Kiky Pew was notable not just for her wealth and her jewels – she was an ardent fan of the Winter White House resident just down the road and a founding member of the Potussies, a group of women dedicated to supporting their President.  Never one to miss an opportunity to play to his base, the President immediately declares that Kiki was the victim of rampaging immigrant hordes.  This, it turns out, is far from the truth.  The truth might lie in the middle of the highway, where a bizarre discovery brings the First Lady’s motorcade to a grinding halt (followed by some grinding between the First Lady and a lovestruck Secret Service agent).  Enter Angie Armstrong, wildlife wrangler extraordinaire, who arrives at her own conclusions after she is summoned to the posh island to deal with a mysterious and impolite influx of huge, hungry pythons.  It’s all great fun, with especially satisfying and possibly close-to-the-truth revelations about our recently departed POTUS.  Oh – the swanky gala was the marquee fundraiser for the Gold Coast chapter of the IBS Wellness Foundation, a group globally committed to defeating Irritable Bowel Syndrome, in case you want to donate.

Historical fiction novels by our friend Fiona Davis bring together the past and present worlds of characters whose lives are closely tied to iconic New York City buildings.  In her latest, “The Lions of Fifth Avenue,” it’s 1913, and Laura Lyons couldn’t ask for more out of life – her husband is the superintendent of the New York Public Library, allowing them and their two children to live in an apartment building within the grand building (the seven-room apartment inside the library did in fact exist, and for thirty years was the home of the library’s superintendent and his family, but the Lyons family is fictional.)  Headstrong Laura wants more, and when she is accepted to the Columbia Journalism School her studies take her all over the city, where she discovers the Heterodoxy Club – a radical, all-female group in which women are encouraged to share their opinions on suffrage, birth control, and women’s rights.  Laura begins questioning her traditional role as wife and mother, but when valuable books are stolen back at the library, threatening the home and institution she loves, she’s forced to confront her shifting priorities.  Eighty years later, in 1993, Sadie Donovan struggles with the legacy of her grandmother, the famous essayist Laura Lyons, especially after she’s achieved her dream job as a curator at the New York Public Library.  That dream becomes a nightmare when rare manuscripts, notes, and books for the exhibit Sadie’s running begin disappearing from the library’s famous Berg Collection.  Sadie teams up with a private security expert to uncover the culprit, but the investigation becomes personal when it leads Sadie to some unwelcome truths about her own family heritage, truths that shed new light on the biggest tragedy in the family’s history.  Davis cleverly weaves these time frames together in a story that makes us want to immediately head to the city to wander through this magnificent edifice by way of its imposing front steps, which are flanked by two marble lions which in the 1930s Mayor La Guardia named Patience and Fortitude.  In her novels Davis skillfully and vividly brings historic New York buildings to life.


I don’t think I’ve ever said this before in my reviews, but I’m saying it now – please, everyone put “Caste: the Origin of Our Discontents,” by Isabel Wilkerson (the first African-American woman to win a Pulitzer Prize in journalism and the author of “The Warmth of Other Suns”) on the top of your reading list.  “As we go about our daily lives, caste is the wordless usher in a darkened theater, flashlight cast down in the aisles, guiding us to our assigned seats for a performance.  The hierarchy of caste is not about feelings or morality.  It is about power – which groups have it and which do not.” Wilkerson examines the unspoken caste system that has shaped America and shows how our lives today are still defined by a hierarchy of human divisions.  Beyond race, class, or other factors, a powerful caste system influences people’s lives and behavior and the nation’s fate.  Linking the caste systems of America, India, and Nazi Germany, Wilkerson explores eight pillars that underlie caste systems across civilizations, including divine will, bloodline, and stigma.  She includes personal stories about people like Martin Luther King, Jr., baseball’s Satchel Paige, and others to show the way the insidious undertow of caste is experienced every day and documents how the Nazis studied the racial symptoms in America to plan their outcasting of the Jews.  She discusses why the cruel logic of caste requires a bottom rung for those in the middle to measure themselves against; she writes about the surprising health costs of caste, in depression and life expectancy, and the effects of this hierarchy on our culture and politics.  Finally, she points forward to ways America can move beyond the artificial and destructive separations of human divisions toward hope in our common humanity.  A caste system is an artificial construction, a fixed and embedded ranking of human value that sets the presumed supremacy of one group against the presumed inferiority of other groups on the basis of ancestry and often immutable traits, traits that would be neutral in the abstract but are ascribed life-and-death meaning in a hierarchy favoring the dominant caste whose forebears designed it.  As Wilkerson writes, many people may rightly say, “I had nothing to do with how this all started.  My ancestors never attacked indigenous people, never owned slaves.”  However, we are the heirs to whatever is right or wrong with it, and any further deterioration is, in fact, on our hands.  In noting that it can be hard to separate racism and casteism, Wilkerson writes that “any action or institution that mocks, harms, assumes, or attaches inferiority or stereotype on the basis of the social construct of race can be considered racism.  Any action or structure that seeks to limit, hold back, or put someone in a defined ranking, seeks to keep someone in their place by elevating or denigrating that person on the basis of their perceived category, can be seen as casteism.”  Geneticists and anthropologists have long seen race as a man-made invention with no basis in science or biology – all human beings are 99.9% the same..  And yet, observed the historian Nell Irvin Painter, “Americans cling to race as the unschooled cling to superstition.”  Caste is the boundaries that reinforce the fixed assignments based upon what people look like.  “The essence of this overestimation of one’s own position and the hate for all who differ from it is narcissism,” wrote the psychologist and social theorist Erich Fromm.  A group whipped into narcissistic fervor “is eager to have a leader with whom it can identify.  The leader is then admired by the group which projects its narcissism onto him.”  Again, please read this profound and deeply compassionate book, which one reviewer called “the missing puzzle piece of our country’s history.”   

A book that took me to a place I don’t know enough about is “Eat the Buddha:  Life and Death in a Tibetan Town,” by Barbara Demick (who was a National Book Award Finalist for “Nothing to Envy,” her terrific book about North Korea).  For centuries, Tibet was known to Westerners as a hermit kingdom.  Hidden by the natural barrier of the Himalayas and governed by a reclusive theocratic government, the Tibetan plateau was off-limits to foreigners, save for a few enterprising adventurers who sneaked past its borders disguised as Buddhist monks.  Today, Tibet is still a forbidden land – it’s the Chinese government, which has occupied the region since 1950, that restricts visits by foreign tourists and blocks journalists almost entirely.  In this book, Demick tells the story of Ngaba, a Tibetan town perched eleven thousand feet above sea level that is one of the most difficult places in all of China for foreigners to visit.  Ngabe was one of the first places where the Tibetans and the Chinese Communists encountered one another, when in the 1930s Mao Zedong’s Red Army fled into the Tibetan plateau to escape their adversaries in the Chinese Civil War.  By the time the soldiers reached Ngaba, they were so hungry that they looted monasteries and ate religious statues made of flour and butter – to Tibetans, it was as if they were eating the Buddha.  Their experiences would make Ngaba one of the engines of Tibetan resistance for decades to come, culminating in shocking acts of self-immolation.   “Eat the Buddha” spans decades of modern Tibetan Chinese history, as told through the private lives of Demick’s subjects, among them a princess whose family is wiped out during the Cultural Revolution, a young Tibetan nomad who becomes radicalized in the storied monastery of Kirti, an upwardly mobile entrepreneur who falls in love with a Chinese woman, a poet and intellectual who risks everything to voice his resistance, and a Tibetan schoolgirl forced to choose at an early age between her family and the elusive lure of Chinese money.  All of them face the same dilemma – do they resist the Chinese, or join them?  Do they adhere to Buddhist teachings of compassion and nonviolence, or do they fight?  We tend to romanticize Tibetan culture as deeply spiritual and peaceful, but Demick reveals what it’s really like to try to preserve one’s culture, faith, and language against a seemingly unstoppable, technologically all-seeing superpower.  As for the Dalai Lama, after repeated attempts for a diplomatic breakthrough failed, he officially retired as head of the exile government in 2011, giving up the leadership to an elected prime minister and ending centuries of theocratic rule.  The Chinese will not negotiate with an exile government, only with him – and the rhetoric against him has continued unabated.   Having largely conceded in the fight for independence, the Tibetan exile government has lowered the bar for success – survival is now the goal.  The survival of Tibetan culture should not be threatening to a superpower that is posed to become the world’s largest economy, but unfortunately, Demick concludes, her travels inside Tibet suggest otherwise.  As one successful Tibetan businessman says, “I have everything I might possibly want in life, but my freedom.”

I have to be careful in recommending Samantha Irby’sWe Are Never Meeting in Real Life,” as I suspect she is not for everyone – does the fact that she writes a blog called “bitches gotta eat” give you a clue?  And that her book is dedicated to Klonopin?  Irby has been open about her struggles with Crohn’s disease, degenerative arthritis, her weight, and depression – and yet, this humorist and essayist manages to pinpoint emotional truths while chronicling with brilliant and biting humor the disaster that has been her life.  An ill-fated pilgrimage and romantic vacation to Nashville to scatter her estranged father’s ashes, awkward sexual encounters, a Bachelorette application gone awry, and more – sometimes you just have to laugh, even when your life is a dumpster fire. Here’s an example:    “Joanna, who owns the indie bookstore down the street from our crib, asked me the other day to give her the name of a good book I’d read recently, and because I value her opinion, I stood in front of her for, like three real minutes trying to determine which one would be the most impressive.  I just stood there with my ears on fire wondering if I should just say “A Little Life,” because no one would think you were dumb if you made it all the way through a seven-hundred page plus book.  And I didn’t; I did not make it through that book, because a quarter of the way in, this other book about teenagers in love that I wanted to read came out, so I abandoned the smart shit to spend an afternoon sobbing over a story about children I could have given birth to having sex.”  And here’s what she says about the cat with whom she claims to share a mutual loathing, ”I know I should feel happy that she survived her harsh early life, but I had a bad childhood, too, and no one’s letting me sleep all day in the sun while they serve me delicious, portion-controlled meals and take all my garbage out.  Could you imagine if Helen was your boyfriend?  You get up at 5:30 in the morning for work, tiptoe so you don’t wake up His Highness, stub your toe in the dark multiple times while hastily dressing in clothes that you don’t realize don’t go together until you’re out in the daylight waiting for the bus, and spend twelve hours slaving under a brutish dictator, only to come home and find that your companion is lying in the exact spot in which you left him.  Except now that the sun is up, you see that his stinky body is curled around that sweater so new you haven’t even had a chance to take the tags off it yet.  And then what does he do?  Get up to greet you with a kiss and a shoulder rub?  No, that animal yawns in your face before taking a shit with the door open and asking how soon you can get dinner ready.”  You get the pictureIrby is one savvy lady who writes with candor and bite.

Mysteries:  Do not, I repeat, do not begin reading “Perfect Little Children,” by Sophie Hannah, if you have anything else on the schedule that day, because once you read the intriguing and puzzling beginning you will have to know the answers – all of them.  Immediately.  Beth hasn’t seen  her ex-best friend Flora for twelve years, but when she drives her son to his football game near Flora’s house she can’t resist driving past and trying to catch a glimpse of her.  She parks outside the home’s open gates and watches as Flora arrives and calls to her children by name, Thomas and Emily, to get out of the car.  Except – there’s something terribly wrong.  Flora looks the same, only older – but twelve years ago Thomas and Emily were five and three, and today they look precisely as they did then.  No taller, no different.  How is it possible that they are still same two perfect little children Beth knew more than a decade ago?  It’s an ingenious and suspenseful plot, and you can’t wait to have it all sorted out.

A comfortable chair is of no use to anyone without a good book.  Kudelka Cartoons (Thanks, Marie!)

All About Books



“Interior Chinatown,” by Charles Yu, winner of the 2020 National Book Award for fiction, is a send-up of Asian stereotypes and of Hollywood that stunned me by its brilliance.  The book posits that we are reading a teleplay about Chinatown, specifically the Golden Palace restaurant, which is the setting for a cop show in perpetual production called “Black and White.”  Willis Wu, who has a small part in the show, doesn’t perceive himself as a protagonist even in his own life:  he’s merely Generic Asian Man.  Sometimes he gets to be Background Oriental Man Making a Weird Face or even Disgraced Son, but he is always relegated to a prop.  Yet every day he leaves his tiny room in a Chinatown SRO (single room occupancy) and enters the restaurant, where he dreams of being Kung Fu Guy – the most respected role that anyone who looks like him can attain.  At least that’s what he has been told, time and time again – except by one person, his mother, who says to him:  Be more.  Cleverly written like a teleplay, the book is both darkly hilarious and devastating in its treatment of Hollywood’s penchant for promoting cliches about Asians and Asian-Americans, and you will find yourself laughing and grimacing at the same time.  Wu is a remarkable writer.

“A Burning,” by Megha Majumdar, is a gripping debut novel about the ripple effects of our choices and how we are interconnected with what can sometimes be devastating consequences.  Its characters seek to rise – to middle class, to political power, to fame in the movies – and find their lives entangled in the wake of a catastrophe in contemporary India.  The premise is horrifyingly plausible in a country where lynchings are on the rise and a new citizenship law enshrines discrimination against Muslims.  Jivan is a Muslim girl from the slums, determined to move up in life, who is accused of executing a terrorist attack on a train because of a careless comment she posted on Facebook after witnessing a group of men torch a stalled train, killing almost 100 people, while the police looked on. “If the police didn’t help ordinary people like you and me, if the police watched them die, doesn’t that mean that the government is also a terrorist?” P T Sir is an opportunistic gym teacher who hitches his aspirations to a right-wing political party and finds that his own ascent depends on Jivan’s fall.  Lovely – an irresistible hijra (a third gender recognized in India) outcast whose exuberant voice and dreams of Bollywood glory fill the novel with warmth and hope and humor – has the alibi that can set Jivan free, but it will cost her everything she holds dear.  The novel moves from the perspective of one character to the next, each of whom knows something the others cannot, with the components of a thriller; class, fate, corruption, justice, and what it feels like to face profound obstacles and yet nurture aspirations in a country spinning toward extremism.  Majumdar is a powerful writer who vividly evokes the lives of these characters and the injustices they suffer – misogyny, police brutality, the lack of access to clean water, the enforced poverty of the hijra community – bringing us to an ending that is both horrific and seemingly inevitable.

Simone Weil said “The love of our neighbor in all its fullness simply means being able to say to him, ‘What are you going through?’”  That is the title of Sigrid Nunez’s latest book about the meaning of life and death, and the value of companionship.  A woman describes a series of encounters she has with various people in the ordinary course of her life.  Some are people she knows well; others are total strangers.  In each of them, she finds a common need: the urge to talk about themselves and to have an audience to their experiences – “Be kind, because everyone you meet is going through a struggle.”  The narrator, an unmarried, unnamed, childless writer, then agrees to a difficult and startling request from an old but not particularly close writer friend who is dying of cancer:  To help her die.  Specifically, to go away with her and stay until she is ready to take the euthanasia pills that will end her life.  “I will not go out in mortifying anguish,” the friend insists, adding, “Cancer can’t get me if I get it first.”   This is a book that makes you pause and think, about yourself and those you care about and the meaning of your life.  Of your life.  


Chuck Sitkin highly recommended “Homo Deus:  A Brief History of Tomorrow,” by Yuval Noah Harari, and Jack and I both thought it was provocative, compelling, and actually alarming, a terrific read.  Harai’s vision of tomorrow maintains that humanity will lose not only its dominance, but its very meaning.  Over the past century humankind has managed to do the impossible:  turn the uncontrollable forces of nature – famine, plague, and war – into manageable challenges.  We are the only species in history that has single-handedly changed the entire planet.  Homo Deus explores the projects, dreams, and nightmares that will shape the twenty-first century, from overcoming death to creating artificial life, goals that may ultimately render most human beings superfluous.  So, now what?  We cannot stop the march of history, but we can influence its direction.  We typically assume that tomorrow will look much like today, with amazing new technologies but with old humanist values like liberty and equality to guide us.  Homo Deus opens our eyes to a vast range of alternative possibilities for the next century, such as:  the main products will not be textiles, vehicles, and weapons, but bodies, brains, and minds; the next big industrial revolution will create not the working class but the useless class, the way we have treated animals is an indicator for how upgraded humans will treat us; democracy and the free market will both collapse and authority will shift from individual humans to networked algorithms; and humans won’t fight machines, they will merge with them.  The gap between those who get on board and those left behind will be larger than the gap between industrial empires and agrarian tribes, even larger than that between Sapiens and Neanderthals.  Thus, homo deus, “god man,” a potential next stage in human evolution.  Alarmed yet?  Let me share some quotes that have stayed with me.  “If our ancestors knew what tools and resources stand ready at our command, they would have surmised that we must be enjoying celestial tranquility, free of all cares and worries.  The truth is very different.  Despite all our achievements, we feel a constant pressure to do and produce even more.”  “The new projects of the twenty-first century – gaining immortality, bliss, divinity – also hope to serve the whole of humankind.  However, because these projects aim at surpassing rather than safeguarding the norm, they may well result in the creation of a new superhuman caste that will abandon its liberal roots and treat normal humans no better than nineteenth-century Europeans treated Africans.” “Humanism holds that experiences occur inside us, and that we ought to find within ourselves the meaning of all that happens, thereby infusing the universe with meaning.  Dataists believe that experiences are valueless if they are not shared, and that we need not – indeed cannot- find meaning within ourselves.  We need only connect our experiences to the great data flow, and the algorithms will discover their meaning and tell us what to do.”  Harari closes by saying that all the scenarios in this book should be understood as possibilities rather than prophecies, and that if we don’t like them we are welcome to think and behave in new ways that will prevent these particular possibilities from materializing.  That’s not easy, because our thoughts and actions are usually constrained by present-day ideologies and social systems.  He ends by listing three interlinked processes, which raise three key questions he wants to stick in our minds.  I know after reading all this, you’ll desperately want to know what they are.  Page 402.

In 2001, when 63-year-old Madeline Albright concluded her service as America’s first female secretary of state, she didn’t slow down.  This “turbocharged” woman launched a new career as an author, professor, businesswoman, speaker, and activist in support of democratic institutions and values – hard to believe she’s only a year and a half younger than I am!  In her latest book (her seventh), “Hell and Other Destinations,” she recounts how she has clashed with presidents and prime ministers, warned against the potential revival of Fascism, championed the cause of women everywhere, and labored relentlessly on behalf of people who lack the power to be heard.  A mother of three, she was 39 when she landed her first professional job.  “I had a late start,” she says, “but once I found my voice, I was determined not to shut up.  Every stage of my life should be more exciting than the last.”   In reading her book I became fascinated by the wit, zest for life, wisdom, and relevance of this blunt woman who describes herself as “an optimist who worries a lot.”  She seemsto have been everywhere, done everything, and met everyone, saying, “my remedy to the passage of time is to proceed ardently and headlong with what I care about.”  For example, the month she turned 80 she taught her course at Georgetown, chaired business meetings, testified before a U.S. Senate committee, participated in the search for a new CEO of the Aspen Institute, worked on her latest book, delivered the commencement address to her grandson’s high school class, hosted a dinner of foreign policy experts, presented an award bearing her name to a group of women activists from the Central African Republic, made a speech on diplomacy and faith, lobbied members of Congress to support the National Democratic Institute’s budget, and spoke at a conference convened in Dallas by the George W. Bush Presidential Library and another in Lisbon by the government of Portugal.  Each activity involves using her voice for a cause in which she believes.  “Until I am carried out, I will carry on.”  I hated to part from this witty and stimulating – if exhausting! – woman.

When I picked up my holds from the library, I thought “The Choice: Embrace the Possible,” a memoir by Dr. Edith Eva Eger, was a mistake, as it looked like a self-help book, something I generally avoid.  I was so wrong!  Once I started reading it, I was hooked to the end.  Internationally acclaimed Dr. Eger – one of the few remaining Holocaust survivors – tells her unforgettable story in a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the power of choice in our lives.  At sixteen, Eger, a trained ballet dancer and gymnast, was sent to Auschwitz.  Hours after her parents were killed, the “Angel of Death,” Dr. Josef Mengele, forced her to dance for his amusement – and her survival.  He rewarded her with a loaf of bread that she shared with her fellow prisoners, an act of generosity that would later save her life.  Edie and her sister survived multiple death camps and the Death March.  When American troops liberated the camps in 1945 they found Edie barely alive in a pile of corpses.  But what a life she lived after recovering!  While struggling with flashbacks and survivor’s guilt, determined to hide from the past, Edie married, raised a family, and studied and practiced psychology, always refusing to speak about her experiences during the war.  Thirty-five years after the war ended she returned to Auschwitz, where she was finally able to heal and forgive the one person she’d been unable to forgive for years – herself, for a reason we finally learn.   Now 93, Dr. Eger maintains a clinical practice in La Jolla, holds a faculty appointment at U.C. San Diego, and serves as a consultant for the US. Army and Navy in resilience training and the treatment of PTSD.  She is still dancing – and still ends her talks with a ballet high kick!  I know we’d all love to meet her.

Mysteries:  An unsolved murder case with an unidentified victim and a cold trail with few clues faces Scotland Yard Inspector Ian Rutledge in “A Divided Loyalty,” by Charles Todd.  A woman has been murdered at the foot of a megalith shaped like a great shrouded figure in Avebury, a village set inside a prehistoric stone circle not far from Stonehenge, and Rutledge is asked to take a second look after even Chief Inspector Brian Leslie, one of the yard’s best men, could make no progress.  Rutledge finally discovers an unexplained clue that seems to point toward an impossible solution – or does it?  It feels nostalgic to be back in post WWI days when finding a telephone somewhere in the village is a challenge.  Scott Turow’s legal thrillers are always a stimulating read.  In “The Last Trial,” Alejandro “Sandy” Stern, a brilliant defense lawyer in failing health at age 85 but intact in spirit, postpones his retirement to defend his old friend Dr. Kiril Pafko, a Nobel Prize winner in Medicine, when Pafko is charged with insider trading fraud and murder.  Stern probes beneath the surface of Pafko’s dazzling veneer as a distinguished cancer researcher and finds himself questioning everything he thought he knew about his friend.  In the courtroom, Stern’s duty to his client and his belief in the power of the judicial system both face a final terrible test.  It was fun to revisit Lord Peter Wimsey, English aristocrat and amateur sleuth featured in mysteries set in the 1920s by English crime writer and poet, Dorothy L Sayers.  Written in 1923, “Whose Body?” begins with a corpse in the bathtub, wearing nothing but a pair of pince-nez spectacles.  Urged to investigate by his mother, the Dowager Duchess of Denver, Lord Peter quickly ascertains that the sudden disappearance of a well-known financier is in some way connected to the body in the bathroom – but in exactly which way is the question. Reading a cozy English murder mystery is always a pleasure.

My problem with reading books is that I get distracted… by other books.

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You are a failed novelist about to turn fifty when you receive a wedding invitation in the mail – your boyfriend of the past nine years is engaged to someone else.  It would be too awkward to say yes, and saying no would look like defeat.  On your desk are a series of invitations to half-baked literary events around the world.  Can you run away from your problems?  Of course you can – so in this Pulitzer Prize-winning novel, “Less,” by Andrew Sean Greer, Arthur Less accepts them all.  What could possibly go wrong?  Less almost falls in love in Paris, almost falls to his death in Berlin, barely escapes a sandstorm in a Moroccan ski chalet, accidentally books himself as the (only) writer in residence of a Christian retreat center in southern India (“Less is technically Christian.  There is really no other word for someone who celebrates Christmas and Easter, even if only as craft projects.”), and on a desert island in the Arabian Sea encounters the last person he wants to face.  Somewhere in there he turns fifty, and through it all, there is his first love – and his last.  Critics have called this satire “brilliantly funny” and “hilarious,” but I thought of it more as an engaging romantic comedy with a poignant love story, an ingenious plot, and a deep understanding of the human heart.  

Deepa Anappara grew up in southern India, where her reporting on the impact of poverty and religious violence on the education of children earned her many awards.  Her debut novel, “Djinn Patrol on the Purple Line,” is told through the eyes of nine-year-old Jai, who lives with his family in a basti (sprawling slum) at the end of the Purple metro line in one of a jumble of tin-roofed homes beneath a smoggy sky that doesn’t let through a single ray of sunlight.   From Jai’s doorway, the glittering lights of the city’s fancy high-rises seem a thousand miles away, even though his mother works as a maid in one.  Anappara plunges us deep into this neighborhood to trace the unfolding of a tragedy as Jai has his first collision with an unjust and complicated wider world.  When a classmate goes missing, Jai decides to use the crime-solving skills he has picked up from TV to  find him, and enlists his friends Pari and Faiz to be his assistants in drawing up lists of people to interview and places to visit.  But what begins as a game turns sinister as other children start disappearing from their neighborhood, and the young detectives have to confront terrified parents, an indifferent police force, and rumors of soul-snatching djinns.  Drawing on real incidents and a spate of disappearances in metropolitan India, this book is suspenseful, moving, and heartbreaking, even as the reader is charmed by the innocence and spirit of experiencing this vividly described community  through the eyes of a child.   I really, really wanted things to turn out well.

You know I love novels that transport me to a new time and place, and “The Mercies,” by Kiran Millwood Hargrave, certainly did that.  It is set in 1617 in Finnmark, Norway, on the tiny Arctic island of Vardo, where 24-year-old Maren Magnusdatter stands  on the craggy coast as the sea breaks into a sudden crashing storm, leaving forty fishermen, including Maren’s brother and father, drowned and broken on the rocks below.  With their menfolk wiped out, the surviving women must fend for themselves in their isolated village.  Three years later, Commissioner Absalom Cornet arrives from Scotland with his young Norwegian wife, Ursa, who both admires his authority and fears it.  In Vardo, and in Maren, Ursa for the first time witnesses independent women, whereas what Absalom sees is a place untouched by God and flooded with a mighty evil.  He is there to root out the magic he is certain caused the storm and continues to corrupt the women of Vardo, work he has done before – finding and burning witches.  As Maren and Ursa are drawn to each other in ways that surprise them both, Absalom’s rule threatens Vardo’s very existence.  This story is inspired by the real events of the Vardo storm and the 1621 witch trials, but “The Mercies” isn’t really about witchcraft as much as about finding comfort  in pre-Christian religious traditions and in the sin of women acting like men – wearing trousers, fishing, surviving without them.  Hargrave is a beautiful writer, and this disturbing story stays with the reader on so many levels.

As I write this, I am looking forward to a King County Library System Zoom meeting tomorrow with Kiley Reid, the author of  the wry and unsparing “Such a Fun Age,” which  details the lives of two women as they try to figure out how to lead their lives while dealing with issues of race, class, ambition, sex  – and each other.  Alix Chamberlain is a woman who gets what she wants and has made a living, with her confidence-driven brand, showing other women how to do the same.  She is shocked when her babysitter, Emira Tucker, is confronted by a supermarket security guard late one night when he sees a young black woman with a white toddler and accuses Emira of kidnapping two-year-old Briar.  A small crowd gathers, a bystander films everything, and Emira is furious and humiliated.  Although aimless and broke, Emira is wary of Alix’s desire to help, and when the video goes public and unearths someone from Alix’s past, the two women find themselves on a collision course that will upend everything they think they know about themselves, and each other.  The writing is spot-on – “Alix often felt that Emira saw her as a textbook rich white person, much in the same way that Alix saw many of the annoying Upper East Side moms that she and her girlfriends had always tried to avoid.  But if Emira would only take a deeper look, if she gave Alix a chance, Alex knew that she would begin to think otherwise.  Alix fantasized about Emira discovering things about her that shaped what Alix saw as the truest version of herself.  Lake the fact that one of Alix’s closest friends was black.  That Alix’s new and favorite shoes were from Payless, and only cost eighteen dollars.  That Alix had read everything that Toni Morrison had ever written.  ….  Alix often and unsuccessfully tried to drop these bits of information.”  This is a terrific debut novel that poses complex questions about racial relationships for which the reader has no easy answers.


I’ll let the book jacket tell you about my daughter Catherine Besteman’s newest book, “Militarized Global Apartheid.”  Catherine is a Professor of Anthropology at Colby College whose work has been supported by grants from, among others, the Guggenheim Foundation, the Rockefeller Foundation, the National Endowment for the Arts, and the National Endowment for the Humanities.  In this book, she ”offers a sweeping theorization of the ways in which countries from the global north are reproducing South Africa’s apartheid system on a worldwide scale to control the mobility and labor of people from the global south.  Exploring the different manifestations of global apartheid, Besteman traces how militarization and securitization reconfigure older forms of white supremacy and deploy them in new contexts to maintain this racialized global order.  Whether using the language of security, military intervention, surveillance technologies, or detention centers and other forms of incarceration, these projects reinforce and consolidate the global north’s political and economic interests at the expense of the poor, migrants, refugees, Indigenous populations, and people of color.  By drawing out how this new form of apartheid functions and pointing to areas of resistance, Besteman opens up new space to theorize potential sources of liberatory politics.”  We all read and hear about refugees and migrants in the media but for the most part do not understand the bigger picture about the global forces that cause so many people to leave their homes in desperate need of finding a safe place for them to survive and create stable lives for themselves and their families.  After reading this book, we do.  Catherine charts the processes through which the global north (by which she means the U.S., Canada, Europe, Israel, Australia, New Zealand, Russia, the Gulf Cooperation Council countries, and East Asia) has racialized the world; contributed to dispossession in the global south through plunder and military incursions; created mechanisms to contain the dispossessed, displaced, and undesirable mobile such as refugee camps, offshore holding facilities, detention centers, and prisons; criminalized mobility unauthorized by state permitting regimes; developed programs and policies to manage the controlled mobility of people for the purpose of exploiting their labor; and built a militarized security apparatus to maintain racialized hierarchies of labor and mobility.  Catherine closes by offering some examples of movements spreading across the global north in solidarity with migrants that, through collaborative political projects built by the mobile together with those who support them, contain visions of possible alternative futures.  She concludes, “My goal in this book has been to make visible the global system of militarized apartheid that has spread misery and carcerality (the physical confinement of bodies in a jail or prison) for some in the name of comfort and prosperity for others.  This short concluding chapter offers only a glimpse of the possibilities promoted by those who are actively urging apartheid’s beneficiaries to begin walking away.  Let’s start walking.”

Please remind me if you were the one who recommended “Ninth Street Women:  Five Painters and the Movement That Changed Modern Art,” by Mary Gabriel, because I could not have been more enthralled as I became immersed in the lives of Lee Krasner, Elaine de Kooning, Grace Hartigan, Joan Mitchell, and Helen Frankenthaler.  “Set among the most turbulent social and political period of modern times, this book is the impassioned, wild, sometimes tragic, always exhilarating chronicle of five women who dared to enter the male-dominated world of twentieth-century abstract painting – not as muses, but as artists” – (a quote from the book’s cover, with which I completely agree). From their cold-water lofts, where they worked, drank – and drank, bedded, fought, and loved, these pioneers changed the world of art both for themselves and for countless others to come.  Lee Krasner raised hell among artists long before she married Jackson Pollock.  Elaine de Kooning built a bridge between the avant-garde and a public that scorned abstract arts as a hoax (hard to remember that now).  Grace Hartigan abandoned life as a New Jersey housewife and mother to become one of the boldest painters of her generation.  Joan Mitchell escaped a privileged but emotionally damaging Chicago childhood to translate her fierce vision into magnificent canvases.  And Helen Frankenthaler at twenty-three created a work so original it launched a new school of painting.  This epic is long, but you will relish every page as you keep company with the incredible supporting cast that surrounded these brilliant and talented women.  I especially appreciated that through their biographies, Gabriel came to write the story of a cultural revolution that occurred between the years 1929 and 1959 as it arose out of the Depression and the Second World War, developed amid the Cold War and McCarthyism, and declined during the early boom years of America’s consumer culture when the “latest” was inevitably the “best.”  At the same time, the world of women was ever-changing.  In 1928 Virginia Woolf offered her fellow writers and painters a formula for survival that would allow them to create, if not with acceptance, then at least unimpeded.  A woman artist, she said, needed but two possessions: “money, and a room of her own.”  When they began to paint, these five women had neither, and yet (thanks, Mitch McConnell), they persisted.  The excellent photographs of the artists and their works are a bonus.

“How to Be an Antiracist,” by Ibram X. Kendi, upended and reoriented my thoughts about racism, and I suspect it will do the same for you.  Kendi takes us through a widening circle of antiracist ideas – from the most basic concepts to visionary possibilities – to help us see all forms of racism clearly, understand their consequences, and work to oppose them in our systems and ourselves.  He weaves his own personal awakening to antiracism with a combination of ethics, history, law, and science in a work that is essential for anyone who wants to go beyond the awareness of racism to the next step: contributing to the formation of a just and equitable society.  I made so many notes as I read I might as well have copied the whole book, so will try to be judicious in sharing the many observations I found compelling in the hope that more will read this revelatory work.   To begin with, Kendi addresses the problem with being “not racist,” a claim that signifies neutrality, stating that the opposite of “racist” isn’t “not racist” – it is “antiracist.”  “One either believes problems are rooted in groups of people, as a racist, or locates the roots of problems in power and policies, as an antiracist.  One either allows racial inequities to persevere, as a racist, or confronts racial inequities, as an antiracist.”   “Racist” is not a pejorative, it is descriptive, and the only way to undo racism is to consistently identify and describe it – and then dismantle it.  To turn this word into an almost unusable slur is designed to do the opposite: to freeze us into inaction. What is a racist idea?  “A racist idea is any idea that suggests one racial group is inferior or superior to another racial group in any way.  An antiracist idea is any idea that suggests the racial groups are equals in all their apparent differences – that there is nothing right or wrong with any racial group.  Antiracist ideas argue that racist policies are the cause of racial inequities.”  Antiracists ideas are based in the truth that racial groups are equals in all the ways they are different, assimilationist ideas are rooted in the notion that certain racial groups are culturally or behaviorally inferior (typically positioning White people as the superior standard), and segregationist ideas spring from a belief in genetic racial distinction and fixed hierarchy.  “Making individuals responsible for the perceived behavior of racial groups and making whole racial groups responsible for the behavior of individuals are the two ways that behavioral racism infects our perception of the world.”   Going forward, when I hear the term “institutional racism,” I will think instead of Kendi’s more concrete term – “institutionally racist policies.”  Policymakers and policies make societies and institutions, not the other way around.  Please read this book – it changed my thinking, and I think it will yours. 

Mysteries: : “Long Bright River,” by Liz Moore, is both a satisfying crime novel and a thoughtful emotionally suspenseful family drama.  In a Philadelphia neighborhood rocked by the opioid crisis, two once-inseparable sisters no longer speak.  Kacey lives on the streets in the vise of addiction:  Mickey walks those same blocks on her police beat.  Then Kacey suddenly disappears, at the same time that a mysterious string of murders begins in Mickey’s district.  Mickey becomes obsessed with finding the culprit – and her sister – before it’s too late. 

“Reading makes immigrants of us all. It takes us away from home, but more important, it finds homes for us everywhere.” – Jean Rhys

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The Night Tiger,” by Yangsze Choo, transports us to colonial Malaya (now Malaysia) in the 1930s, where quick-witted Ji Lin is stuck as an apprentice dressmaker moonlighting as a dance-hall girl to help pay off her mother’s mahjong debts.  But when one of her dance partners accidentally leaves behind a gruesome souvenir, Ji Lin is plunged into a world of secrets and superstitions.  Ren, an 11-year-old houseboy, also has a secret, a promise he must fulfill to his dead master – he has 49 days to find the master’s severed finger and bury it with his body or his master’s soul will wander the earth forever.  As the days go by, a series of unexplained deaths racks the district, along with whispers about men who turn into tigers.  Ji Lin’s and Ren’s increasingly dangerous paths crisscross through lush plantations, hospital storage rooms, and ghostly dreamscapes as the missing finger passes among them.  I don’t usually seek out supernatural fiction, but there’s just enough in this book to immerse us in the mysterious tropical atmosphere of a certain time and place while keeping us primarily in the real world.  (Just so you know, in Malaysia a “weretiger” is a beast who wears the skin of a human and comes out of the jungle to knock on your door and eat you in your home.)  Ji Lin feels the two worlds run concurrently – you have the world of the dead, and the world of the living. This is a thoughtful and thoroughly engaging read.  (It’s a good time to mention one of my all-time favorite novels, “The Gift of Rain,” by Tan Twan Eng, also set in Malaya in the 30s but with a completely different plot.)

“The King at the Edge of the World,” by Arthur Phillips, is a spy thriller, but not like any I’ve read before.  It is 1601, and a childless Queen Elizabeth I is dying, leaving her nervous kingdom without an heir.  It’s a capital crime even to think that Elizabeth will ever die, so potential successors secretly maneuver to be in position when the inevitable occurs.  The leading candidate is King James VI of Scotland, but there’s a problem – the queen’s spymasters fear that even though James claims to be a protestant, if he secretly shares his family Catholicism forty years of religious war will have been for nothing and a bloodbath will ensue.  It falls to Geoffrey Belloc, a secret warrior from the hottest days of England’s religious battles, to devise a test to discover the true nature of James’ soul.  He enlists Mahmoud Ezzedine, a kind and caring Muslim physician left behind by the last diplomatic visit from the Ottoman Empire, as his undercover agent.  The perfect man for the job, Ezzedine is the ultimate outsider who will do almost anything to leave the cold, wet, and primitive island on which he has been stranded to return home to his wife and son in Turkey.   This is a slyly humorous and  entertaining novel, perfect for a time when we endlessly discuss the true nature of the ones who want to lead us.


Nancy Pearl and Jeff Schwager’s new book, “The Writer’s Library:  The Authors You Love on the Books That Changed Their Lives,” is a joy to read, and your mind will spin as you try to decide which of the multitude of marvelous books mentioned you will curl up with first.   The timing is perfect, as we will need lots of good company while we continue to cocoon during our upcoming winter months.  Nancy, America’s favorite librarian, and Jeff, a noted playwright, interviewed a diverse range of writers about the books that shaped them and inspired them to leave their own literary mark.  We sit in on chats with writers like Luis Alberto Urrea, Jennifer Egan, Louise Erdrich, T.C. Boyle, Donna Tartt, Dave Eggers, and Viet Thanh Nguyen and many other favorite authors to explore the studies, libraries, bookstores, and childhood books that engaged and influenced them and inspired them to love reading as well as to become writers themselves.  There is a common thread in the books many of them enjoyed as children that I know many of us did as well (my most vivid memory is my set of My Book House books, a collection of literature for children published between 1920 and 1971, which range in color from green to blue as they become more advanced).  There are some wonderful quotes I will remember, as Russell Banks’ “I don’t read to escape.  I read to enter.”  And these from Siri Hustvedt – “Reading fiction can move us into new places and provide new perspectives on the world.  It can create an expansion of consciousness and serve as an intimate form of knowledge.” Plus, “Reading means being inhabited by the voice of another person that originates outside you, a form of possession, which is not purely passive.  As you read, you generate images; your whole body participates even though you aren’t moving.” She also quotes Mickey Spillane – “Nobody reads a book to get to the middle.”  I get my books from the King County Library, as I have no more room on my bookshelves, but this one is a treasure I need to own.

“Horizon,” by Barry Lopez, is an epic that takes us from pole to pole as we travel with him from Western Oregon to the High Arctic, from the Galapagos to the Kenyan desert, from Botany Bay to Australia, and finally, to the ice shelves of Antarctica.  It is a book to be read at leisure, section by section, as Lopez probes the long history of humanity’s quests and explorations, including the Paleoeskimos who trekked across northern Canada, the colonialists who plundered central Africa, an Enlightenment-era  Englishman who sailed the Pacific, a Native American emissary who found his way into Japan during the time of the shoguns, and today’s ecotourists in the tropics.  Throughout his journeys to some of the hottest, coldest, and most desolate places on earth Lopez forges friendships with scientists, archaeologists, artists, and local residents, seeking deeper meaning and purpose in what he sees as a “broken” world.  The beauty of this magnificent and mesmerizing book is that we are transported along with him to landscapes few of us will be able to experience, certainly not at the breadth and depth Lopez does.   I found so many lines I wanted to quote, beginning with, “By putting economic growth on an equal footing with the preservation of human health, by promoting a need to possess and to consume that borders on the pathological, and by permitting industries to run roughshod over landscapes in order to create financial profit, the governments of industrialized nations have supported the changes that are primarily responsible for the befouled and poisonous environment that in many places has become our heritage.”  And, “When a boundary in the known world becomes instead a beckoning horizon, the leading edge of a farther destination, then a world one has never known becomes an integral part of one’s new universe.”  I could go on, but will resist the temptation and will close with Lopez’s quote from Antoine de Saint-Exupery in “Southern Mail,” “To travel, above all, is to change one’s skin.”  This book will take time, but you will not forget your travels with Barry Lopez.

Mysteries:  Here’s a page turner – “Mr. Nobody,” by Catherine Steadman. Interest is sparked immediately when a man is found on a British beach, drifting in and out of consciousness, with no ID and unable to speak.  The hospital staff is drawn to hm, international medical experts are baffled by him, the national press calls him Mr. Nobody – and everyone wants answers.  Neuropsychiatrist Dr. Emma Lewis is asked to assess his condition in the small English town where he is hospitalized, which happens to be the town Lewis fled fourteen years ago before covering all traces of her past.  The more time she spends with her patient, the more alarmed she becomes that he knows the one thing about her no one is supposed to know.  It’s an ingenious thriller.   I’ve become a real fan of Joe Ide’s mysteries featuring private eye Isaiah Quintabe (known as IQ).  The biggest arms dealer on the West Coast, Angus Byrne, is the bad – really bad – guy in “Hi Five.”  His daughter Christiana is the sole witness and number one suspect in the murder of her boyfriend, found dead inside her Newport Beach boutique, and Angus thinks IQ is just the man to save her.  Among IQ’s multiple challenges is the fact that Christiana has five radically different multiple personalities, no single one of which witnessed the entire incident.  To find out what really happened, IQ has to piece together clues from each of her identities before the cops catch up.  This is an innovative plot from a sharp, lively writer.  It isn’t the most gripping mystery I’ve ever read, but the plot of Charles Finch’s “The Last Passenger,” set in London in 1855, has an interesting and timely twist.  The body of a young gentleman is found slumped in a third-class car at Paddington Station.  He has no luggage, empty pockets, and no sign of identification – even the labels have been cut from his clothes.  A young and eager private detective, Charles Lenox, faces his toughest case yet – a murder with not a single clue.  The mystery deepens when Lenox discovers the victim is American and the crime has a significant connection to pre-Civil War America and the slave trade.    “The Sentence is Death,” by Anthony Horowitz, is cleverly inventive.  Successful celebrity-divorce lawyer Richard Pryor is found bludgeoned to death by a bottle of very expensive wine in his London bachelor pad.  Odd, because he didn’t drink, why did the killer paint a three-digit number on the wall, and, most important, which of the man’s many enemies did the deed?  Baffled, the police are forced to bring in Private Investigator Daniel Hawthorne and his sidekick, a fictional Anthony Horowitz, who’s getting good at this murder investigation business.  It turns out that everyone has secrets which have to be exposed, even at the risk of death.

A room without books is like a body without a soul.  Cicero

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Isabel Allende’sA Long Petal of the Sea” is a gorgeous novel that transports us all to another time and place, seamlessly marrying the fictional and the historical.   In the late 1930s, civil war gripped Spain before General Franco and his Fascists succeeded in overthrowing the government.  Hundreds of thousands were forced to flee over the mountains to the French border, among them Roser, a pregnant widow, and Victor Dalmau, an army doctor and the brother of her deceased love.  In order to survive, the two must enter into a marriage neither of them desires.  Together with 2000 other refugees, they embark on the SS Winnipeg, a ship chartered by the poet Pablo Neruda, to Chile: “the long petal of sea and wine and snow.”  (This event is true.)  Although they are unlikely partners, they embrace their exile as the rest of Europe erupts in world war, finding joy even as they face trial after trial.  Their hope of returning to Spain keeps them going as they witness the battle between freedom and repression play out across the world.  Ultimately, however, they discover their true home was always closer than they thought.  This is an epic story of love, war, family, violence and loss, and the search for home, and I loved it.

Who knew our own charming Port Townsend was once a hotbed of opium smuggling activity?  It’s all there in Katrina Carrasco’s delightful historical crime novel, “The Best Bad Things.”  It is 1887, and the fiery Alma Rosales – detective, smuggler, spy – is on the hunt for stolen opium.  Trained in espionage by Pinkerton’s detective agency, but dismissed for bad behavior and a penchant for going undercover as a man, Alma now works for Delphine Beaumond, the seductive mastermind of a West Coast smuggling ring.  When product goes missing at their Washington Territory outpost, Alma is tasked with tracking the thief and recovering the drugs.  In disguise as the scrappy dockworker Jack Camp, she muscles her way into the local organization, wins the trust of the magnetic local boss and his boys, discovers the turncoat, and keeps them all from uncovering her secrets.  All this while sending coded dispatches to the circling Pinkerton’s agents to keep them from closing in.  As she gets in deeper, It gets harder and harder for Alma to keep her stories straight and to know whom to trust – one wrong move and she could be unmasked as a woman, as a traitor, or as a spy.  As Carrasco writes in her Author’s Note, her major characters are fictional, but Port Townsend’s history as a smuggling hot spot is fact.  In the 1880s, it was a powerhouse in sea trade, vying with San Francisco as the busiest American seaport on the West Coast.  The Port Townsend customhouse was famed for corruption, and with help from the customs officials, smugglers were making fortunes by dodging the import tax on opium, which could be as high as six dollars per pound.  Per the San Francisco Chronicle in 1893, “The opium ring of the Northwest is a fearful, shadowy, impalpable something: shadowy in form, but most substantial in fact.”  I thoroughly enjoyed this gritty, colorful, and surprisingly sexy story.

I am always delighted to have a new book by Anne Tyler in hand, and relished the pathos and gentle  humor of “Redhead by the Side of the Road.”  Micah Mortimer, superintendent of his Baltimore apartment building and self-employed tech expert (his card reads Tech Hermit, an apt description), is a creature of habit, cautious to a fault behind the wheel and seemingly content to lead a steady, circumscribed life.  But one day his woman friend, Cass,  (he refuses to call anyone in her late thirties “girlfriend”) tells him she’s facing eviction, and then a teenager shows up at his door claiming to be his son.  These surprises, which throw Micah’s meticulously organized life off-kilter, risk changing him forever.  I relished so many of Tyler’s descriptions of her characters and their relationships, such as  “He and Cass had been together for three years or so, and they had reached the stage where things had more or less solidified:  compromises arrived at, incompatibilities adjusted to, minor quirks overlooked.”   Gatherings with his boisterous family are a kick – “Like most families, the Mortimers believed that their family was more fascinating than anybody else’s.  In a way, even Micah believed it, although he pretended not to.”  You come to feel an intimate understanding of the heart and mind of a man who finds those around him just beyond reach, and are saddened when he and Cass part  – “Sometimes when he was dealing with people, he felt like he was operating one of those claw machines on a boardwalk, those shovel things where you tried to scoop up a prize but the controls were too unwieldy and you worked at too great a  remove.”   When he finally tells Cass,”I’m a roomful of broken hearts,” you want to hug him, and hope she will, too.  Anne Tyler knows us.

Novuyo Rosa Tshuma sets her stunning debut novel, “House of Stone,” in the period of Zimbabwe’s emergence from devastating colonialism to the wars of independence to the euphoria of self-rule and the disillusionment of the present.  In the chronic turmoil of modern Zimbabwe, Abednego and Agnes Mlambo’s teenage son, Bukhosi, has gone missing, and they fear the worst.  Their enigmatic lodger, Zamani, seems to be their last, best hope for finding him.  Since Bukhosi’s disappearance, Zamani has been incredibly helpful:  hanging missing posters, handing out fliers, joining in family prayer vigils – almost as if he were part of the family.  But almost is not enough for Zamani.  He ingratiates himself with Agnes and feeds alcoholic Abednego’s addiction, desperate to extract their life stories and steep himself in borrowed family history, lacking his own – he yearns for “a father, my father, my mother, to be somebody’s son.  Strong family roots in which to build my legacy.”  This story is a sweeping epic that tells a personal story against the background of the fall of Rhodesia and the turbulent beginnings of Zimbabwe.  “The state of things in our country, especially after 2000, when our government started controlling every facet of our lives, including what part of our history to remember and what part to forget, is proof that that it’s not what’s true that matters, but what you can make true.”  Zamani is a conniving and manipulative narrator, and the end of his story is a knockout.  ”House of Stone” is a breathtaking accomplishment for this young writer.  


I’m sorry I can’t remember who  recommended I read “Dopesick:  Dealers, Doctors, and the Drug Company That Addicted America,” by Beth Macy, because it is a heartbreaking and deeply disturbing eye-opener for us all, whether or not we are personally affected by the opioid crisis (and most of us are, in one way or another).  This is said to be the only book to fully chart the opioid crisis in America, taking us into the epicenter of our twenty-plus-year struggle with opioid addiction from distressed small communities in central Appalachia to wealthy suburbs, from disparate cities to once-idyllic farm towns.   Beginning with a single dealer in a small Virginia town who turns high school football stars into heroin overdose statistics, Macy tries to answer a grieving mother’s question – why did her only son die?  The answer is a harrowing story of greed and need.  From the introduction of OxyContin in 1996, America embraced a medical culture where overtreatment with painkillers became the norm.  The unemployed use painkillers both to numb the pain of joblessness and to pay their bills, while privileged teens trade pills in cul-de-sacs, and even high school standouts fall prey to prostitution, jail, and death.  Families and first responders struggle to deal with this crisis, as, ironically, in a time of political fragmentation opioid drug abuse is the only thing that unites us across geographic and class lines.  The folly of the decades-long War on Drugs, in which drug users were arrested four times more often than those who sell the drugs, has led police chiefs and sheriffs across the nation to lament, ”We can’t arrest ourselves out of this epidemic.”  Rehab, relapse, and jail – that’s the way addiction works.  As to rehab, Macy writes that fewer than one-quarter of heroin addicts who receive abstinence-only counseling and support remain clean two or more years.  The recovery rate is roughly 40-60 percent higher among those who get counseling, support group, and medication-assisted treatment (MAT) such as methadone, buprenorphine, or naltrexone – although many rehabs remain staunchly anti-MAT.  Only one in ten addicted Americans gets any treatment at all – which is why there’s such a push for outpatient medication-assisted treatment, and, increasingly, programs that divert the addicted from jail to treatment.   I was struck by the realization  that before we can begin to grasp the scope and depth of opioid addiction, we need to more fully understand rather than judge those get who get caught up in such a self-destructive life cycle.  This book can be a meaningful first step.

Mysteries:  We have a daughter who lives in the charming, artsy mountain town of Idyllwild CA, so it was fun in “Lost Looks,” by Howard Michael Gould, to meet quirky former LAPD detective Charlie Waldo, now living off the grid in solitude deep in the woods nearby.  Waldo is pathologically committed to owning no more than one hundred possessions.  (Is a pair of socks one thing, or two?  It matters.)  He has left behind his superstar career and his girlfriend, Lorena, to pay self-imposed penance for an awful misstep on a pivotal murder case.  Now Lorena draws him into the case of Alastair Pinch, an absurdly rich, belligerent, and typically drunk onetime Royal Shakespeare Company thespian who currently slums it on a tacky network show.  Pinch is about to be arrested for murdering his wife, and his greedy network convinces a reluctant Waldo to take the case on.  The story is a fun ride of humor and suspense.

Reading is the key that opens doors to many good things in life. Reading shaped my dreams, and more reading helped me make my dreams come true. Ruth Bader Ginsburg. Thanks to Catherine Gilmore for posting this quote on her blog, The Gilmore Guide to Books.

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“Celestial Bodies,” by Jokha Alharthi, is the first novel originally written in Arabic to ever win the Man Booker International Prize and the first book by a female Omani author to be translated into English.  It traces an Omani family over three generations, shaped by the rapid social changes and consequent shifts in outlook that Oman’s populace experienced across the twentieth century, and in particular since Oman’s emergence as an oil-rich nation in the 1960s.  It’s a country I know little about, so I particularly appreciated the historical canvas against which the story was set as the country’s complete world of social relations and practices was collapsing.  In the fictional village of al-Awafi, we encounter three sisters:  Mayya, who marries after a heartbreak;  Asma, who aspires to a different kind of life and marriage;  and Khawla, who chooses to refuse all offers and await a reunion with the man she loves, who has emigrated to Canada.  We stay with these women and their families as Oman evolves from a traditional, slave-owning society into its complex present with the advent of new wealth.  The characters we meet include slave owners and the captive women who raise their children, kleptomaniacs and gossips, assured Bedouin businesswomen, violent poets, arms dealers, and superstitious mothers and aunts who are so tall they’re “like a skeletal minaret.” The scope of this story, with its various extended families, is broad, so I appreciated the family tree at the beginning which allowed me to keep track of the richly drawn multigenerational relationships.  One of the great benefits of reading a book like this is that we gain a broader and richer understanding of the world we share.

Meeting Evil,” by Thomas Berger, is sort of a mystery, but I’m putting it here because it is actually more of a drama “whose focus is the banality of evil and the precariousness of reality, identity, and truth” (according to the book jacket).  I agree – the events seem to sneak up on you as they do to John Felton, husband, father of two, and real estate salesman who is interrupted while eating breakfast by a disturbing stranger who asks for his help with a stalled car.  John grudgingly but politely agrees, which quickly leads him into a string of disastrous events, including a crime spree in which he is an unwitting accomplice to robbery, kidnapping, arson, and murder.  Most unnerving is  the stranger’s near-convincing contention that each crime is an act of kindness and protectiveness.  This darkness played against the background of a normally monotonous American life is eerie and increasingly suspenseful, funny but actually deeply disturbing, especially in the light of what’s happening in this country.  I can’t stop thinking about it.   

“The Volunteer,” by Salvatore Scibona, is the complex saga of a restless young man who is captured during the Vietnam War and pressed into service for a clandestine branch of the United States government.  The story begins when a small boy speaking an unknown language is abandoned by his father at an international airport.  In order to understand this indefensible decision, we have to go back decades to when a young man named Vollie Frade, an unwanted son born to aging cattle ranchers in rural Iowa, enlists in the U. S. Marine Corps to fight in Vietnam.   His mother’s reaction? “I’m surprised they just let a person take himself away like that.”  That action put in motion an unimaginable chain of events, taking Vollie from the Cambodian jungle (”where he kept on unaccountably not getting killed”) to a flophouse in Queens to a commune in New Mexico, tracing a secret history of life on the margins of America and culminating with an inevitable reckoning.  Because the plot is dense, moving back and forth in time, you have to pay attention, but Scibona’s masterful writing makes the effort well worth it.  It’s a novel about war, but also about two lost souls who stumble through life, a journey of loss and salvation ranging across four generations of fathers and sons who face betrayal and abandonment.  This is a remarkable book by a remarkable writer whose first novel was a finalist for the National Book Award. “The End” is now on my list.  

Set against the Platte River’s massive spring migrations – one of the greatest spectacles in nature –  “The Echo Maker,” by Richard Powers, is much more than a gripping mystery as it explores the human self and our even more precarious brain.  On a winter night on a remote Nebraska road, 27-year-old Mark Schluter flips his truck in a near-fatal accident.  His older sister, Karen, his only near kin, returns reluctantly to nurse him back from a traumatic head injury, but when he emerges from a coma Mark believes that this woman – who looks, acts, and sounds just like his sister – is really an impostor.   I knew what the diagnosis would be, because the wife of a longtime friend suffered from the same thing along with her dementia  – Capgras syndrome, the delusion that people in one’s life are doubles or impostors.  She knew who he was, but believed he was a friend rather than her husband.  Karen is shattered by her brother’s refusal to recognize her, and contacts the cognitive neurologist Gerald Weber, famous for his case histories describing the infinitely bizarre world of brain disorders.  Weber eagerly comes to Nebraska to investigate, and what he discovers in Mark slowly undermines even his own sense of being.  Meanwhile, Mark, armed only with a note left by an anonymous witness, attempts to learn what really happened the night of his inexplicable accident.  It turns out the truth changes the lives of all three.  This is a dense book, filled with information about our brains that sneaks into the more than we wanted to know category and yet remains fascinating as we work thorough it.  A bonus is Powers’ description of the convergence at winter’s end of half a million cranes, the oldest flying things on earth, carpeting the wetlands on the Platte River as they have for eons – not integral to the plot, but a vibrant backdrop to the story.  Powers is a masterful writer.


A long time ago I would run for exercise – not well, and not far – but after reading “Born to Run:  A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen,” by Christopher McDougall, I just know I could have flown like the wind if only I had started early and had the right training.   McDougall’s epic adventure began when he went in search of an answer to a simple question:  Why does my foot hurt?  He set off to find a tribe of the world’s greatest distance runners and learn their secrets, and in the process shows us that everything we thought we knew about running is wrong.  Isolated by the most savage terrain in North America, the reclusive Tarahumara Indians of Mexico’s deadly Copper Canyon have for centuries practiced techniques that allow them to run hundreds of miles through mountains and deserts without rest.  Their superhuman talent is matched by uncanny health and serenity, leaving them immune to the diseases and strife that plague modern existence.  With the help of Caballo Blanco, a mysterious loner who lives among the tribe, McDougall was able not only to uncover the secrets of the Tarahumara but also to find his own inner ultra-athlete, as he trained for the challenge of a lifetime:  a fifty-mile race through the heart of Tarahumara country pitting the tribe against an odd band of Americans, including a star ultramarathoner, a beautiful young surfer, and a barefoot loner.   We are taken from the high-tech science labs at Harvard to the sun-baked valleys and freezing peaks across North America and finally to the climactic race in the Copper Canyons.  I was caught up every step of the way in this entertaining, informative, compelling, and suspenseful story as the tension kept building, and I couldn’t put it down until I found out who won and how it ends.  Readers will come away from this book convinced that, essentially, we were all born to run.

Mysteries:  You won’t thank me for recommending “The Chestnut Man,” by Soren Sveistrup, because once you start you’re hooked to the end.  A psychopath is terrorizing Copenhagen, his calling card a “chestnut man” – a handmade doll made of matchsticks and two chestnuts left at each bloody crime scene.  Examining the dolls, forensics makes a shocking discovery – each has a fingerprint belonging to a young girl, a government minister’s daughter who had been kidnapped and murdered a year ago.  A tragic coincidence, or something more?  I relished the plot twists, the red herrings, and the distinctive characters. With 33 novels, John Grisham is certainly a master of legal fiction, and I found The Guardians both uplifting and satisfying.  In a small Florida town, Quincy Miller, a young black man, was sentenced to life in prison for the murder of a lawyer named Keith Russo.  Twenty-two years later, desperate, he writes a letter proclaiming his innocence to Guardian Ministries, a small non-profit run by Cullen Post, a lawyer who is also an Episcopal minister.  By taking on Miller’s case, Post gets more than he’s bargained for – powerful, ruthless people murdered Keith Russo, and they do not want Quincy Miller exonerated.  To prevent that, they’ll kill another lawyer without a second thought.  It’s always a pleasure to see the bad guys get taken down, especially when it means an innocent man goes free.  Rennie Airth is a fine writer, and I really liked “The Decent Inn of Death,” another of his cleverly plotted mysteries featuring English sleuth John MaddenWhen visiting friends near Winchester, former Chief Inspector Angus Sinclair learns that beloved church organist Greta Hartmann has slipped and fallen to her death in a shallow stream.  Her friend and housemate, Vera, is not convinced that it was an accident.  Agreeing to stay and dig a little deeper, Sinclair ends up staying at a friend’s stately manor when they are cut off from the outside world by a snowstorm, only to be confronted with another murder for which everyone on the estate is a suspect.  Shades of Agatha Christie, who first introduced me to the pleasure of mysteries.  Michael Connelly is another crime fiction writer whose mysteries never disappoint.  In The Night Fire, after the funeral for Harry Bosch’s mentor, John Jack Thompson, Thompson’s widow gives Bosch a murder book that Thompson took with him when he left the LAPD twenty years before – the unsolved killing of a troubled young man.  Bosch asks Detective Renee Ballard to help him discover what about this crime motivated Thompson to want Bosch to become involved after all these years.  Did Thompson steal the murder book to work the case in retirement – or to make sure it never got solved?  We are right with them as this fierce investigative team seeks the answer.   When I picked up “Newcomer,” by Keigo Higashino, I realized I had read it before, but because it was such a delight and also because I couldn’t remember who the murderer was, I enjoyed it all over again.  A recently divorced woman is found murdered in her new apartment in the Nihonbashi area of Tokyo, and because she lived a quiet life with no known enemies her murder is both baffling and unlikely.  Enter Detective Kyochiro Kaga of the Tokyo Police Department, also a newcomer to the area, who begins to interview the various local people somehow connected to the victim, and we marvel at how cleverly and with such perception he unravels the secrets surrounding the denizens of this traditional shopping district.

I’m not addicted to reading!  I can quit as soon as I finish one more chapter.

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When the heat of summer finally arrived, concurrent with the reopening (for returns and curbside pickup) of the fabulous King County Library System, I retreated many afternoons to the shade of the umbrella on the deck with iced tea and a delicious array of mysteries in hand.  Since we can’t travel for real, we can at least vicariously “enjoy” crimes that take us to London, Italy, Norway, and even Hvar Town in Croatia.  Thus, the number of mysteries in this month’s reviews.


An NPR reviewer of J. L. Carr’s “A Month in the Country” said “This miniature masterpiece is quietly transcendent,” a perfect descriptionIt is 1920, and Tom Birkin, a veteran of the Great War and a broken marriage, arrives in the remote Yorkshire village of Oxgodby to restore a recently discovered medieval mural in the local church.   Living in the bell tower, surrounded by the resplendent countryside of high summer, and laboring each day to uncover an anonymous painter’s extraordinary depiction of the apocalypse, Birkin finds that he himself has been restored to a new, and hopeful, attachment to life.  But summer ends, and with the work done, Birkin must leave.  Now, long after, as he reflects on the passage of time, an unrequited love, and the power of art, he finds his memories are some consolation for all that he has lost.  “If I’d stayed there, would I always have been happy?” he asks.  “No, I suppose not.  People move away, grow older, die, and the bright belief that there will be another marvelous thing around each corner fades.  It is now or never; we must snatch at happiness as it flies.”  A lovely, haunting story.

Since Jack went to Stanford and we have spent so much time on that campus for events and reunions, we were delighted when Edie Lackland (also an alum) gave us “American Disruptor:  The Scandalous Life of Leland Stanford,” by Roland De Wolk.  This is the untold story of a complex, darkly contradictory man from his birth in a backwoods bar through Gold Rush days to completion of the first transcontinental railroad to the founding of a world-class university that remains the nucleus of Silicon Valley.  The life of this robber baron, politician, and historic influencer is a tale of how one supremely ambitious man became this country’s original “disruptor” – reshaping industry and engineering one of the greatest raids on the public treasury for America’s transcontinental railroad. It also is a tale of how Stanford, once a serial failure, overcame all obstacles to become one of America’s wealthiest and most powerful men, using his high elective office to enrich himself before losing the one thing that mattered most to him, his son and only child.  Scandal and intrigue followed him through his life and even after his death, when his widow was murdered in a Honolulu hotel, a crime quickly covered up by the almost stillborn university she had saved.  According to De Wolk, “Fundamentally, it can be said that Leland Stanford was, in the end, an ordinary man who found himself in extraordinary circumstances.  . . . He was certainly guilty of many shabby performances, but given the stage he found himself on, unprepared by upbringing, temperament, and history itself, what else can be fairly expected of a man? . . . That he as a young man could not possibly have been admitted as a student to the university he created toward the end of his life signifies his ultimate success rather than his penultimate failures.”  As to his wife, “Mrs. Stanford (Jane, called Jennie) remains a particularly enigmatic personality,” writer and former Stanford University archivist Roxanne Nilan concluded.  “In part, it is because both Leland and Jane Stanford are veiled in the fables of the founding and difficult early years of Stanford University.  They are integral to a carefully monitored public image of an institution that personified itself in such terms as “pioneering,” “innovative” and “progressive.”  I found this fully researched and well-written book fascinating, filled with information as well as insight.

When I reviewed “Our Man,” by George Packer, Nancy Pearl suggested another Packer book, “Blood of the Liberals,” written in 2000, in which the author with compassion and occasionally painful honesty explores his heritage as the inheritor of two sometimes conflicting strains of the American liberal tradition.  His maternal grandfather was a populist congressman from Alabama in the early part of the 20th century, an agrarian liberal in the Jeffersonian mold who began his career fighting the forces of wealth and ended it opposing the New Deal.  Packer’s Jewish father was a Kennedy-era liberal, a law professor and administrator at Stanford whose convictions were fatally tested in the campus upheavals of the 1960s.  Packer traces the intersection between public issues and private troubles, large historical currents, and the frailties of individual character as he recalls the lives of the father he barely knew and the grandfather he never met.  ‘In general,” he writes, “the men in my family have been defeated and the women have endured.”  He closes with, “Without a vehicle for reform and a belief to sustain it, the trends overwhelm anyone’s individual effort, like the flow of winds or tides, and we seem able to imagine no alternative to the world as it is.  And yet, with our endless talent for experiment and hope alongside our vast material comfort, we will have a more just society as soon as we want one.”   Twenty years later, do we want one?

Mysteries:  “The Bishop’s Bedroom,” by Piero Chiara, is a sultry, stylish psychological thriller set in northern Italy’s lake region, where two men with a shared taste for idling and erotic adventure compete for female affections as part of their bid to evade the emotional aftermath of World War 2.  The cover is captivating.   In “The Man Who Came Uptown,” by George Pelecanos, Michael Hudson spends the long days in prison devouring books given to him by the prison’s librarian, a young woman named Anna who develops a soft spot for her best client.  (How can avid readers resist a plot that begins like that?)  Anna keeps passing Michael books until one day he disappears, suddenly released after a private detective manipulated a witness from Michael’s trial.  Trying to balance his new job, his love of reading, and the debt he owes to the man who got him released, Michael struggles to figure out his place in this new world before he loses control.  Anne Holt is Norway’s bestselling female crime writer, for good reason, as she knows psychology as well as police work, and creates intriguing plots with nuanced characters and unexpected twists.  In “In Dust and Ashes,” a mistake he made years ago has rankled Police Investigator Kjell Bonsak, when Jonas Abrahamsen,a man he knew he was innocent, was convicted of his ex-wife’s murder and sentenced to twelve years in prison.  An uncomfortable encounter with the man two weeks before his retirement prompts Bonsak to dig out the old case files and engage Detective Henrik Holme, the resident cold case prodigy, and Holme’s beloved mentor, Hanne Wilhelmsen, to prove that Abrahamsen was wrongly convicted.  A very satisfying plot.   I’m always happy to be back in Victorian London, even when it’s as cold, damp, and foggy as in Dark Tide Rising, an Anne Perry mystery featuring William Monk, commander of the Thames River Police.   The story opens with a kidnapping that leads to a savage murder on Jacob’s Island, where rotting houses are slowly sinking into a “thick viscous mud that sucked anything of weight into itself, like quicksand.”   The clever plot raises issue of trust and loyalty while driving home a grim message about the vulnerability of women who entrust their fortunes to unscrupulous men.  As usual with Monk mysteries, the river and its power dominate the book.    “A Double Life,” by Flynn Berry, is a gripping psychological thriller that you really hope will end the way you want.  Claire is a hardworking doctor leading a quiet life in London – and also the daughter of the most notorious murder suspect in the country, though no one knows it.  After a brutal crime in her family’s townhouse thirty years ago, her father’s car was found abandoned near the English Channel, and he has been missing ever since.  When the police tell Claire they may have found him, she starts to infiltrate his inner circle, not knowing if the secrets she uncovers will exonerate her father or confirm his guilt  – or how far she’ll go to finally find the truth.

Never underestimate the power of a girl with a book.  Ruth Bader Ginsburg  (Thanks, Marie!)