I don’t like to jump the gun on the “one of the best books I’ve read in this decade, whatever it is… the tens? The twenty-teens?” card, but I could not physically tear myself away from Our Endless Numbered Days, the debut novel by Claire Fuller published by Tin House. You must read it, and then we must meet for coffee or Old Fashioneds and discuss.
I think everyone has probably tripped into the social media pit of jealousy and despair, so everyone should read “I Hate Myself Because I Don’t Work for BuzzFeed” with The Concessionist, The Awl
Speaking of sweeping pronouncements of the best things I’ve read that are now permanently branded into my heart, you cannot miss the unflinching, bloody aching mess of a heart splayed in “The Infidel Approaches Grace” by Sara Rauch, Hobart
This may not be new this week, but this family tragedy in three acts is new to me and definitely worth reading: “Who She Took With Her” by Nancy Rommelmann, LA Weekly
Speaking of Hobart! This story about a One Direction obsession free of irony is so, so, so real: “Baby They Don’t Know About Us” by Megan Kirby, Hobart
Jill Talbot’s memoir, “The Way We Weren’t,” is now up for preorder and I can’t even wait at all (but kind of have to).
Enjoyed this perspective on “women’s literature” in “Reading Books About Women Made Me a Better Man” by Ariel Chesler, PDXX Collective
SUBMIT OR DIE!
GO OUTSIDE! OR AT LEAST INTO A DIFFERENT BUILDING!
That’s all for this week–I’m falling asleep on my laptop. That lost hour will get blamed for at least another three weeks.