This was a year of betrayal, tragedy, and shadow sides (working cooperatively vs the power of an individual).
I read some terrible books this year:
I didn't bring enough books on vacation ( I hadn't been reading very quickly this year and didn't want to bring my heavy nonfiction reads on vacation). While stuck on a cruise ship, there was only one massive book in the ship's library --Never by Ken Follett. I'd heard good things about Follett, but the subject matter spies, political intrigue, and nuclear war was not my cup of tea. I finally gave in an read the thing. It moved toward its dire outcome at a fine clip. People moving toward terrible things and not able to turn away,
The first time I read My Life in Middlemarch by Rebecca Mead I quite liked it. I was enchanted after reading Middlemarch and loved hearing someone who was equally interested in the book and the author. But reading it again a decade later, I was annoyed. It was too factual and held none of the charm I was looking for. How time makes changes. Our opinions and feelings remain fluid.
I really wanted to like Lincoln in the Bardo by George Saunders, but this book had nothing that I was hoping for about it (philosophy, spirituality) and instead was crass and disgusting. So much writing from the Civil War era feels dirty, bleak, and depraved.
Shel, read Walt Whitman's Memories of the Civil War. It is sad, real and hopeful.
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