Another unexpected delight. I had tuned into a virtual event hosted by Point Reyes Books – Kim Stanley Robinson in conversation with Robin Sloan. Robinson is a fave but I had never heard of Robin Sloan. What serendipity! Intelligent and bright eyed, with a mischievous smile, I investigated him further. I loved the title of
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Oh, this jewel of a book, this rollicking ride of a book, was just pure pleasure. I couldn’t tell you where I read a review or who might have recommended it but it was on my “shelf” at the library and I am so glad it was. 160 pages of heart and adventure and surprise
Another absolutely brilliant work from Kim Stanley Robinson. While his books tend to be classified as hard science fiction, I always find them to be more like explorations of our relatively near future. And what I love is that he doesn’t just describe an obvious dystopian future, given where we seem to be headed, but
I have just finished listening to this book and I enjoyed it very much. Thank you for pointing me toward it, borkali. It tells the story of four generations of an Italian family, pivoting around the titular character. It is lively, tender, at times brutal. Some of it was very difficult to listen to –
This book is on fire. This book is nuclear. Natalie Diaz’s poetry is very physical, very tied to the body. And to the earth. And it is full of the mythos of her heritage and history. This is very powerful work, rife with passion and outrage, with awe and wonder. When I read that this
I first read Rilke’s letters when I was 16 or 17. Reread them again in my mid 20’s. So this was a revisit, of sorts. I was interested to read the letters in context, with return letters from the person they were written to. This made for an interesting read. Kappus was 19 when he
Oh! I could not stop smiling as I watched this…
Not exactly winter reading but something not to be missed. I found this very mesmerizing, insightful, intriguing. And a visual feast. 8 minutes, over 400 days. A memory anchor…
I have been wanting to post this for weeks. Have wandered slowly through this gorgeous book and each time I visit it I feel so sated. Mayhew’s work appeals to me deeply, and on two levels. First, it describes a visceral, intrinsic connection to landscape. Second, and equally important, is his relationship with color. Oh
Not sure what I can say about this, only that I am left stunned, speechless by this piece. Beautiful and terrifying. Tender and painful. Much to ponder…