I’ve gotten so behind on my review dumps that I’ve forgotten a lot of the books I’ve read since I last posted. I need to start keeping lists. In the meantime, here are some mini-reactions to books I read between June and early September. Sarah Caudwell, Toni Morrison, Thomas Hardy, Nicola Griffith, Molly Gloss, Nora Samaran, Nnedi Okorafor, Sarah Léon, Damien Le Bas, Charles Dickens, P.G. Wodehouse, Arkady Martine, Amal El-Mohtar/Max Gladstone, Christopher Isherwood, and as always, Tove Jansson.Read More
Their love, for the world and each other, is an act of reverent attention. The same is true of Jansson’s prose.
Mini-reviews of some of the books I’ve read in winter 2018; mostly yelling about how much I love Tove Jansson. Also includes Ursula K. Le Guin and Takashi Hiraide.Read More
When I had just finished Tove Jansson’s* The Summer Book (1974) and Jon asked me how it was, I immediately answered “quiet.” When he asked me what that meant, it took much longer. I feel very well what “quiet” means, but it is hard to explain.Read More