Year in Reading

December 10, 2015

A Year in Reading: Rumaan Alam 1

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You can never actually be well read; there’s too much out there.

December 10, 2015

A Year in Reading: Rahawa Haile 1

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I read Ta-Nehisi Coates’s Between the World and Me and Claudia Rankine’s Citizen and grew and learned and seethed and saw myself reflected and was all the better for it.

December 10, 2015

A Year in Reading: Olivia Laing 0

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I’m writing this in a backyard in New Hampshire accompanied by two dogs and a merlin. Took a break a minute ago to attend to a hive being readied for the winter. I’m all for reading, but sometimes you just need to sit in the sun with a beer and feel the earth swing on its axis.

December 10, 2015

A Year in Reading: Alexander Chee 0

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James Baldwin’s first novel is still as relevant as ever and as immaculately made — line for line, the prose is a wonder.

December 9, 2015

A Year in Reading: Lauren Groff 0

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I read every book I can find most years, because I have little children who are in bed by 7 p.m., and because I live in a small town in Florida with not a whole lot to do, and because I usually find mingling with other humans to be absolutely terrifying.

December 9, 2015

A Year in Reading: Manjula Martin 1

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My reading list this year was about growing up, I guess; about how, be we little or epic, we become.

December 9, 2015

A Year in Reading: Nadifa Mohamed 0

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Passing the narrative from sailor to storyteller to beach bum, McKay brings Somalia, Senegal, and the Deep South to the narrow rues of Marseille in the Jazz Age. The characters are pure adventurers who dare the world to throw all it can at them. Wonderful.

December 9, 2015

A Year in Reading: J.M. Ledgard 1

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In reading Slack with one eye on the near future, you see the narrowness of the ambit of small screens, and you better understand that blockchain began long ago with minds like Sir William Pett scratching away by candlelight.

December 8, 2015

A Year in Reading: Vinson T. Cunningham 1

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For the first time since I was a kid, I found myself reading almost desperately, reading as a purposeful means of escape. I guess I’d forgotten how effective and merciful an analgesic it can be to leave your own imagination and pick up somebody else’s.

December 8, 2015

A Year in Reading: Cristina Henríquez 1

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These books were a balm for anxious thinking, and an incitement toward more curious inquiry.