Lots of good reading lately.
I’ve made a conscious effort read as many female authors this year as male (thank you to those of you who called me out my dude-heavy reading list from last year). I blew through Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s modern masterpiece Americanah and followed it with with the classic masterpiece, To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf. I finally discovered for myself the brilliance of Margaret Atwood with Oryx and Crake and The Handmaid’s Tale. Why did nobody tell me what I was missing out on with Atwood?!
I re-read Flannery O’Connor’s Wise Blood, which was a much different experience than when I read it as a teenager. I went from disliking the protagonist to absolutely loathing him. I trudged through Ayn Rand’s Anthem, because, I don’t know… I’m a glutton for punishment. It’s about as unbearable as Atlas Shrugged, but fortunately it’s 992 pages shorter.
James Baldwin’s If Beale Street Could Talk is heart-wrenching, but a must read–and sadly, as relevant as when Baldwin wrote it in 1974. Walter Tevis’s The Hustler was as brilliant as the Paul Newman film adapted from it. Baratunde R. Thurston’s How to Be Black was as enlightening as it was funny. I didn’t dig Arthur C. Clarke’s Childhood’s End as much as I thought I would, but still liked it–and I finished Andy Weir’s The Martian yesterday (soon to be a Ridley Scott film starring Matt Damon, apparently) to continue with the sci-fi theme. I can’t imagine the amount of research that must have went into writing this, but Jesus, the protagonist was so goddamn annoying, it had to be deliberate (yay!).
I’m looking for some summer reads. What’s everybody else reading? Send some suggestions my way, y’all.