What Ben Read

2019 Reading Review: Better late than never edition

So I started one of these last year and never got through it. Got hung up on some of the stats not adding up, went back trying to find where things were off, got too deep in the weeds until it seemed too late. Now here we are in February 2020 and I’m in danger of the same fate, so this will be a quick and dirty recap.

The big news: I am the 2019 winner! Aw yeah! Shannon is a formidable opponent though. I had a big lead for a while, but she closed out the year with power and would have caught me if I hadn’t kept my game strong all the way to the end.

You wouldn’t think that the guy reading 57 books a year would be the tortoise in a reading race, but I definitely am. I don’t tend to have as big of slumps, but when she gets going…look out. Meanwhile I just try to knock out a book every week. Sometimes two if I’m lucky.

One thing that really helped me was that I got in the habit of going to a coffee shop on Sunday morning and putting in some solid reading time with minimal distractions.

Speaking of which, I’m already way behind. 2020 is not looking like my year. But I will persevere. Even if it means just trying to match or exceed last year’s tally.

A few assorted notes:

Male/female author split: 45 male, 12 female.
Fiction vs non-fiction: 30 fiction, 27 non-fiction
Number of genres covered: 15 (as classified by Shannon)
Number of books classified as Politics: zero, despite being a political science major. (I did read 6 that counted as Social Issues, which can overlap.)
Re-reads: 0
Most books in one genre: 8. This was a tie between “Mystery/Thriller” and “Science Fiction/Speculative fiction/dystopian future.” Perennial favorites that got a solid boosts this year thanks to Walter Mosley’s Easy Rawlins mysteries and Martha Wells’ Murderbot Diaries.

My musical reading gives away my fondness for a bit of volume:

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Eye openers (Books that changed my perspective or made me consider new ideas):

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Top Ten Tuesday, What Ben Read, What Shannon Read

Top Ten Favorite Childhood Picture Books

Yeah, I know, late again for Top Ten Tuesday, but I loved this week’s theme and couldn’t not participate! So here we are.

This week, it’s Top Ten Favorite Picture Books from your childhood. I thought that because Ben also has a great reading history in this department, we should do a shared list (much like the characters list we did last month).

So, my five are first and Ben’s five follow.

Shannon’s Top Five Favorites

Ack, this list has me all sappy remembering these books and being read to as a kid. Get ready for some non-high-brow literature, baby. Here we go.

ADayattheBeachBook1. A Day at the Beach by Mircea Vasiliu

I was truly tickled to see that this one had reviews and comments on Goodreads. I loved going through this as a kid because everything is labeled and I could pick out all the things I recognized and all the things our (Great Lakes) beaches didn’t offer: crabs, giant seashells, etc. I still have my copy of this and every time my eye passes over it on the shelf, I remember being little and running through the waves with a butt covered in sand and sticky lemonade spills. So pure.

p.s. I did a bunch of Googling but couldn’t find a spread to share and I think my copy might be at my dad’s house or with one of my siblings.

 

2. Fairy Tales: A Puppet Treasury Book, Illustrations by Tadasu Izawa and Shigemi Hijikata

img_20190704_102456327I memorized every single story and image in this creepy-ass 3D puppet illustration fairy tale book. The witch in Hansel and Gretel is truly alarming. Some internet sleuthing tells me that this was a popular form of “illustration” and that my compendium of stories were originally released as individual books with various editions in the 60s and 70s. There’s no copyright date inside the volume I have, just individual copyrights for the illustrations. It was bought for me in the 80s. Creepy? Yes. But now I also see now that I hold a bit of picture book history in my personal library.

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14927513. The Christmas Day Kitten by James Herriot, Illustrations by Ruth Brown 

This one was given to me by my mom’s cousin and his wife. It’s written by Jim Herriot of rural-veterinarian-writer fame. It’s a sweet story about a mother cat who brought her kitten to the home of an elderly woman before she (the mother cat) died. Very real talk for a little kid, but I loved sweet stories about animals. I also read this to Jacob when he was little.

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4. This random children’s Bible

We were pretty Catholic when I was growing up. I received this as a baptism gift and my dad read it to me at bedtime.  I’m no longer religious, but I still have the Bible, which went through both my siblings after me, then passed on to Jacob. I’ll probably have it forever and/or pass it on to grandchildren or, if Jacob doesn’t have children, possibly nieces or nephews.

 

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5. The Bedtime Book 

This was a board book and I am now kicking myself because I can’t find. I’ve had it since I was little. It’s a board book. There is a little girl on the cover praying and the book is shaped around her silhouette. Gonna’ check with my siblings to see if either of them have it. I couldn’t find it online and really, it offers no literary significance. It was just special to us because it was read to us about a million times. Sort of our version of Goodnight Moon, which I don’t remember having as a kid.

 

Ben’s Top Five Favorites

Top 5 Records presents: the top 5 picture books of my childhood. Dr. Seuss boutsa be all up in the mothafuckin house. 😉 With longer to work on it I might make slightly different selections, but I think this is a pretty decent list.

2272201. The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien, illustrated by Michael Hague

The story itself is delightful, Tolkien’s Middle Earth is enchanting, and what little kid wouldn’t love an epic adventure where a half-size character gets to play the hero? Hague’s illustrations are a delightful mix of evocative scene-setting and dramatic action. On top of all that, it was a birthday present from one of my favorite Aunts. One of my all-time favorite books, picture or otherwise.

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77752. Happy Birthday to You by Dr. Seuss

I could fill this whole list with just Dr. Seuss books. But this one has a family tradition behind it. Also, if Wikipedia is correct, it is the first all-color picture book. So it’ll stand in for other favorites like Did I Ever Tell You How Lucky You Are, On Beyond Zebra, and I Had Trouble In Getting To Solla Sollew. We would always get Happy Birthday To You from the library when any of the Rooney children had a birthday coming up, and my Dad would read it in honor of the birthday child. I find myself noting the sage injunction, “You have to be born, or you don’t get a present” to this very day.

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Did this book contribute to the fact that I keep wanting to treat myself and those around me to slightly-extravagant birthday celebrations? Maaaaayyyyybe…..

 

2979113. The Grey Lady and The Strawberry Snatcher by Molly Bang

The whole book is just beautiful, slightly surreal pictures. The style is sort of Toulouse-Lautrec meets Dixit. Despite the absence of words the story is quite clearly told, and there is plenty of action and suspense.

 

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17631114. Upside-Downers by Mitsumasa Anno

This book is really fun and creative. It’s written half upside down, and half right-side up. But which is which? The playing card-themed characters bicker about who is doing it wrong. Finally the matter comes before the Kings. “Oh king, great king your Heartiness, aren’t we the ones who are up? Oh King, kind king your Clubbiness aren’t they the ones who are down?”

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101185. Saint George and The Dragon by Margaret Hodges, Illustrated by Trina Schart Hyman

If you didn’t get this book from the Scholastic book fair back in the day, you were missing out. It has vivid illustrations, with some cool little details in the sidebars that reward a closer examination. The prose hints at alliterative verse, giving it a somewhat poetic effect. There are a few awkwardly turned phrases here and there, but as a kid I wasn’t about to scrutinize minor authorial foibles. LOOK AT THAT FREAKIN’ DRAGON!

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Thus ends another belated Top Ten Tuesday. Did you participate? If so, leave your link below!

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Tristan Gooley is a Goddamn Treasure

GooleyOne of the classic human trade-offs is gaining technology and forgetting a corresponding skill. We get a cell phone with a built in address book and quickly stop remembering phone numbers. A society develops written language and gives up its oral traditions. GPS gives turn by turn directions and people stop reading maps. Maps themselves are technology, supplanting a more elemental knowledge of how to find our way in the world.

When technology begins to replace skill, the gains are often obvious while the losses, slower and less evident, are only mourned after the fact when it is “too late” to do anything about them. And that’s where our man Gooley comes in. He knows how to navigate in the oldest of old-fashioned ways, using nothing but keen observation with all of his senses. He also has the insight and education to start communicating to us what we have been missing.

Gooley deftly bridges the gap between us and an old skill. He knows exactly what we’ve lost, and he makes a strong case as to why it matters. He speaks the language of the 21st century and seems almost completely at home within it. No wild-eyed prophet crying out in the wilderness here. Just a friendly, erudite voice saying, “Hey, wouldn’t it be fun to get out and learn some nifty tricks and secrets about nature and the world around you?”

I just finished “How to Read Nature,” having previously read “The Natural Navigator” and “The Lost Art of Reading Nature’s Signs.**” As you can see by the titles, there is some overlap of themes and material. But at least so far he’s managed to both stick to his broader themes and keep each book fresh and engaging.

If you are considering checking one of them out, “How to Read Nature” is actually a great place to start. It’s brief and compact, with a nice balance of the philosophical and the practical. There were a couple parts where one of his wisecracks didn’t quite land as intended (he’s generally pretty funny) or the flow of the book wasn’t perfectly polished, but these minor quibbles were easy to gloss over.

Gooley really shines when it comes to making his topic approachable. He recommends picking any aspect of nature that one finds interesting and using that as a means to greater understanding of the larger world. Flowers, birds, trees, stars, insects, rocks…it really doesn’t matter. It’s all connected at some level. So start with something that piques your interest and see where it takes you. Gooley peppers the book with brief exercises designed to get the reader started on the path to keener observation.

Meanwhile his obvious enthusiasm shines through on every page as he makes a strong case that we could all enhance our lives by becoming more aware of the natural world around us. I live in the city and grew up in cities. My life is unlikely to ever depend on my ability to locate true north by observing the stars. But having that knowledge gives an extra sense of being grounded in the world and a surprising amount of satisfaction.

4.5/5 trees. Definitely recommend.

** Some of the titles are different for the U.K. editions. If you’re in the U.S., read the U.S. versions. He notes that he has changed some of the specific examples in order to provide more relevant information for North American readers.

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Revenger

revengerRevenger: The hype quotes on books have gotten way out of hand.

“A swashbuckling thriller,” “Packed full of adventure…The most enjoyable book Reynolds has ever written,” (ellipsis as quoted) and from the publisher “Revenger is a rocket-fueled tale of space pirates, buried treasure, and phantom weapons, of unspeakable hazards and single-minded heroism…and of vengeance.”

I read Reynold’s acclaimed debut novel, Revelation Space and thought it was really cool albeit a tad ponderous. So this seemed perfect: same great real-scientist science fiction, spicy new space pirate content. And a not-so-daunting 400ish comfortably spaced pages. I’m in.

The reality was…not quite what I’d hoped.

It was slow getting started. Just when I was starting to lose patience it picked up. Things started humming along nicely, and then inexplicably started to drift again. But the action rallies in the end, building to a satisfying climax.

The plot and characters didn’t quite feel completely real. I could sometimes see the puppet strings as characters were dragged through scenes and plot points to get them where they needed to be. Somehow the book seems to both move slowly and rush through character development.

And for all the piratical hype, very few buckles were swashed. Spoiler alert:
*****Pirates appear a total of twice in the book. And it’s the same pirates both times. No other pirates even really merit discussion, let alone an appearance. There might only be one pirate ship in all of space.******
I’m picking on Reynolds here, but there have been plenty of worse books plastered with the same breathless acclaim. This was just the last straw in a long line of shameless blurb mongering.

I didn’t hate the book. I read it all the way through. The universe is intriguing, with hints of grander and darker forces than are revealed in this volume. I think I probably would have liked it more if I’d been able to take it for what it is rather than going in with the wrong expectations.

So please enjoy this new, more accurate version of the publisher’s description:

“Revenger is a tale of glorified junkyard pickers, stashes of old technology, and phantom weapons, of fairly serious danger and eventual heroism…and of vengeance.”

Final verdict:
Kinda cool if you take it for what it is. 3/5 ion drives
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Brunch is Hell: How to Save the World by Throwing a Dinner Party

1So the guys behind a podcast called “Dinner Party Download” wrote a book titled Brunch is Hell: How to Save the World by Throwing a Dinner Party. One might assume that they are not completely impartial, and one would be absolutely correct. The anti-brunch case is argued very loosely, with the general thrust being that it is too commercial and also prone to making you lazy and day-drunk.

The perspective is hipster-ish, and slanted toward single people who enjoy having drinks (though they do make allowances for teetotalers and those blessed with progeny). If you’re not the target market, either read the book as anthropology or don’t bother. The authors know their target market and pander unashamedly.

All that aside, it was a fun read. There is something to be said for a dinner party: friends coming together for the purpose of enjoying good food, good company, and perhaps some mild hijinks. Adding a little more DIY to our socializing could be both good for camaraderie and easier on our budgets. And the book is sprinkled with enough banter, anecdotes, humor, and practical tips to keep it light and enjoyable. Underneath all their tomfoolery, the authors are earnest in their evangelization.

Also, I don’t want to spoil anything, but there is a twist ending that definitely made me chuckle.

Fun and funny
4/5 Mimosas

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12 Strong: The Declassified True Story of the Horse Soldiers

51ymGTSNSyL12 Strong by Doug Stanton (previously titled “Horse Soldiers) started out really strong, jumping straight into the action. The description of the fortress Quala-I-Janghi, the House of War, really sets the stage for an epic showdown. Events start unfolding, we reach a crisis…and then Stanton throws out an anchor and slowwwws everything way down.

We get a bunch of good backstory on a bunch of guys whose names become hard to keep straight. I found myself constantly flipping back trying to remember who was who. Stanton does not do a great job of sprinkling in little cues or reminders to help us recall whether this guy is the medic with the kids or the divorced weapon specialist or the communications officer with the pregnant wife etc., etc.

I am getting these descriptions wrong. I know I’m getting them wrong. And it’s a disservice to some really badass dudes. But the book just jumps around too much, and doesn’t really make more than a couple of the characters stick.

What it does do is provide a really impressive behind-the-scenes look at Special Forces soldiers doing what they do best. This is a war story, a story about heroism, but it’s also reasonably nuanced. These guys are think first, shoot last types of operators. They are diplomats, advisors, strategists, always looking to fight smarter, not bloodier. They pay attention to cultural sensitivities. They repeatedly tell their Afghan allies, “This is your war, we’re just here to help.” And with the staggering force of U.S. airpower behind them, they achieve an astonishing amount of success.

Of course things didn’t quite work out so well in the end. And while the focus is on these particular events, the book acknowledges the larger context. The epilogue reads a bit like a look at what might have been. The Iraq war, where some of the protagonists would end up suffering death or maiming, is generally painted as a Bad Idea.

It’s interesting to read the reactions to this book. They’re mostly positive, but there’s some criticism from the left, “too much enthusiasm for war,” as well as from the right “why are they acting like John Walker Lindh (the American Taliban) is worthy of any sympathy?” To me it generally trends in the patriotic, heroic direction that one would probably expect.

These really are incredible and impressive events regardless of how one might feel about war in general or the U.S. operations in Afghanistan in particular. And the way Stanton takes a step back at the end to look at the broader picture prevents it from coming off as blindly jingoistic.

Impressive but flawed
3/5 stars

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Grown-ass man reads illustrated book of fairy tales and loves it

NorseGodsJust finished Susan Beard’s English translation of Norse Gods by Johan Egerkrans. Egerkrans is a Swedish illustrator and the original text was in Swedish. His retelling of the myths is fairly standard but enjoyable. He acknowledges a wide variety of sources, but as always with this subject Snorri Sturluson’s Eddas provide the essential foundation.

He takes the legends seriously, but enjoys emphasizing some of the humorous aspects as well. For example, Heimdall is supposed to have had nine mothers, all virgins. Egerkrans supposes that his birth must have been a “somewhat confusing” affair.

ProseEddasSimilarly, the artwork is a mix of quirky and intense pieces. My personal favorite is Thor fishing for Jormungand. The horrifying World Serpent boils up from unseen depths, occupying about 3/4 of the panel and utterly dwarfing the thunder god and giant in their boat above. As the serpent prepares to take the bait (a bull’s head) I got a real feeling of the bravado it would take for Thor to view such a monstrosity as his rightful prey.

The picture of Tyr with his hand in Fenris’ mouth was also impressive. Tyr stands resolute, an aging war god stoically prepared to lose his hand so that the monstrous wolf can be bound. The Tyr section was excellent overall. There is some historical and linguistic evidence that Tyr was the chief god in the pantheon until the wily, ambitious Odin usurped him. This book gives him his due in a way that many works on the subject do not.

The book itself was really nicely put together. It’s a fairly quick read at about 150 not-very-dense pages. There is a ton of art: just about every god and myth gets a large full-color illustration. In addition, there are a bunch of smaller sketches sprinkled throughout. Along with his own work, Egerkrans included a number of quotations from primary sources, plus illustrations from other time periods. The overall effect is a smorgasbord of mythic goodness.

I had to have this book shipped over from Sweden because it wasn’t available at the library and I didn’t want to pay the $120 they were asking on Amazon. But no regrets, it’s a beautiful creation and I’m thrilled to have it.

Worthy of Valhalla
4.5/5 Thor’s Hammers

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All I Did Was Shoot My Man

Today’s post by Ben: Some thoughts on reading All I Did Was Shoot My Man by Walter Mosley. 

Book cover: All I Did Was Shoot My ManOne of my favorite things about the noir genre is the savagely understated humor from the narrators. Hammett was good at it. Raymond Chandler was a master. Walter Mosley is right in there with them. One of my favorite passages of the book comes early on, when a woman addresses protagonist/narrator Leonid McGill as a “n***** in a cheap suit.”

“I resented her calling my suit cheap. It was sturdy, well crafted, a suit that had three identical blue brothers between my office and bedroom closet. It’s true that it cost less than two hundred dollars, but it was sewn by a professional tailor in Chinatown. The price tag doesn’t necessarily speak to quality — not always.

As far as the other things she said I made allowances for her being from rural Georgia and having just gotten out of prison after eight years. Socially and politically, American prisons are broken down according to race: black, white, Hispanic, and the subdivisions therein — Each one demanding complete identification with one group attended by antipathy toward all others.”

I  had to laugh. First because I saw that I’d been baited. I read straight into Mosley’s hands, expecting the narrator’s reaction to mirror mine. He shocks you with the slur, but then tickles you with the misdirection.

And the other half of the laugh was at the absurdity. Leonid McGill is a man who has seen just about everything, and has done many a dirty deed himself. He’s cynical and tired. He has learned some patience, he has gained some empathy, but he can still be riled. And what’s getting him hot under the collar? Not the brutal epithet, but the disrespect to his eminently practical suit.

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What Does this Button Do?

Hello from the snowy North! Today we have a book review from Ben, who just finished What Does this Button Do? by Bruce Dickinson. So, without further ado…

What Does This Button Do?: An AutobiographyDickinson is one of the most fascinating figures in heavy metal or music in general. Not content to be “just” the front man for one of the most successful and beloved metal bands in history (Iron Maiden), he is a fully certified commercial airline pilot, nationally successful fencer, idiosyncratic writer, and modern renaissance man.

Despite his formidable talent, this book really brought me up against the inherent limitations of an autobiography. With everything coming from his own point of view, he manages to make his extraordinary life seem oddly normal. I constantly felt, while enjoying the undeniably entertaining succession of anecdotes he delivers, as though I was straining to read between the lines and see the man himself.

A note at the end, which states that he consciously chose to leave out any discussion of wives or children, helps explain the  somewhat impersonal feel of the book. Any mention of romantic entanglement ends around his college years. In some ways I have to credit the way he resists any urge to be gossipy or to air  dirty laundry. There are a few mentions of band politics or music business maneuvering, but there is almost nothing mean-spirited to be found.

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Dickinson in his pilot garb via Famous People

Frustrations with the somewhat incomplete portrait aside, the book did amplify the respect I already felt for the man. As the title implies, he clearly demonstrates a powerful curiosity about how things work, and a willingness to dive deeply into any subject that catches his formidable attention. His descriptions of the nuances and physicality of vocal performance highlight his dedication to his craft and overall professionalism. And while there are a few moments of obvious but well-earned self-importance, his overall tone is down-to-earth and relatively humble, with a characteristically dry British humour.

If there were to be only one book written about Bruce Dickinson, this one would be insufficient. But it was definitely enjoyable, and should complement any other, more conventional portrait quite nicely.

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The story of my 2017 reading

Shannon here: This post was written by my partner in crime (and husband) Ben, also an avid reader. I have tracked my own reading for years and offered to do the same for him starting in 2016.

Pillow Fort blog: The story of my 2017 reading

A screenshot of the tracking spreadsheet…yeah, there’s a spreadsheet.

I read for enjoyment first and foremost. So I tend not to have specific goals. But Shannon started keeping a reading journal, and once something is measured we naturally start to become a little more conscious of how we approach it.

I once boldly estimated my reading pace as “about a book a week.” In 2016, the first year that Shannon started recording our reading, I read a whopping 34 books. If you’re too lazy to do the math, rest assured that this is distinctly less than a book per week. So my most obvious goal was to live up to my boast for 2017.

I had a secondary goal of reading more books than Shannon. With 2 days left in the year my tally stands at 61. So I’m looking great for my primary goal. Secondary goal…not so much. I have 2 books halfway done. If I polish those off that’s 63. Still not quite there. She cheats though, she had a lot more time off this year.

While we’re comparing notes, Shannon indicated an intention to read primarily female authors. Without putting much conscious effort into it, I skewed in the opposite direction. Of my 61 recorded books, 48 have male and 13 have female authors.

Rather than try to pick out my favorites, I’ll try to sketch some trends that developed in my 2017 reading.

Cities

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One of Ben’s Christmas presents: A framed New Orleans map by ULTRASONIC BOOM via etsy.

I read a lot of books about cities. I’m in a long-distance relationship with New Orleans. My hometown, South Bend, is undergoing some fairly rapid changes. So this is a subject that was clearly on my mind. Peter Kageyama’s For the Love of Cities and Peter Moskowitz’s How to Kill a City led almost inevitably to Jane Jacobs’ opus The Death and Life of Great American Cities. It added up to sort of a mini-course in urban planning, development, and the hot-button issue of gentrification.

Norse Mythology

I’ve always had an affinity for the Norse gods, and this year it was strongly reflected in my reading. I read 8 books on the subject, including multiple retellings of the myths and sagas themselves, non-fiction works addressing Viking culture and history, novels based on the mythology, and fiction that drew strongly from these themes. A.S. Byatt, Neil Gaiman, Bernard Cornwell, and Joanne Harris were some of my favorites on this topic.

Ernest Hemingway

Or more accurately, the lack thereof. I read a couple of his short stories, but for the first time in a while none of his complete books. I usually read at least one Hemingway book each summer. Somehow in my mind the two go together. But this year, in a somewhat similar vein, I read F. Scott Fitzgerald’s collection of unpublished stories I’d Die For You and Other Lost Stories. Those stories were unpublished for a reason. It’s interesting as a literary artifact, but I thought less of Fitzgerald as a writer after finishing it.

Montaigne in Barn BootsPractical Philosophy

The question of how to live one’s life is always present, often vexing, and usually worth some thought. A couple of my favorite books this year fall into this category. Steven Batchelor’s After Buddhism is an amazing distillation of Buddhist philosophy from an atheist/agnostic perspective. And the most entertaining title of the year was Mark Manson’s The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck. It trends a bit more toward the self-help side of “philosophical” but it’s a bracing wake-up call for those times when the world has tricked you into sweating the small stuff. It’ll help you remember how to, as they say in Fight Club, “let that which does not matter truly slide.” Montaigne in Barn Boots was one of the most deeply human books I’ve read in recent memory. And I got the sense that Michael Perry was starting from a completely different place than me, but that we were working our way to a common ground.

Walter Mosley

This was the year that I really dove into the amazing noir of Walter Mosley. Easy Rawlins, Leonid McGill, Fearless Jones, I don’t care which series it is, bring ‘em on. Unless it’s the Crosstown to Oblivion series. Classic case of an author who is awesome at one thing trying to do a different thing. And he’s not as good at it, but it gets published because he’s a big name. And people read it because they love his other stuff. And then they say, “Stick to what you’re good at.” I’m all for artistic freedom, but I’m not gonna be fooled again.

Sexy Non-fiction

I love browsing the new non-fiction section for intriguing titles. Ten Restaurants that Changed America (fascinating), Dead Mountain: The Untold True Story of the Dyatlov Pass Incident (mysterious and tragic), When Violence Is The Answer (some brutally real talk), Sextant (let’s go sailing immediately), and The Nordic Theory of Everything (politics, not mythology) were all fun ways to broaden my knowledge.  

Throw in some science fiction, fantasy, sports, mystery, and rock n roll and you’ve got my 2017 in books. A special thank-you to Shannon for starting the reading log that is now spawning this blog.

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