My Year in Reading: 2024

Some words about some books I read this year.

Fiction that ticked the categories for favorite of the year, most original, and book I wish I had written:

This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone
Labeling this is my favorite fiction read is really saying something because I had an exceptionally good reading year with amazing authors.

This is a time travel story, but not in a headache-inducing way that requires the reader to become a double-ledger accountant. Top agents from each side in the time war finally find worthy adversaries in each other and begin a prohibited correspondence, taunting each other to begin with. This is also an enemies-to-love-interest romance. The plot, such as it is, doesn’t center on the tides of the war. It’s very much about the evolution of the relationship, carried on solely through spy vs. spy type activities and letters delivered in increasingly devious ways. It contains lots of allusions to history, art, and other works of literature. Finding those little easter eggs is fun.

These lines hit me hard in light of current events. “Hope may be a dream. But she will fight to make it real.”

Author who was double dipped by me this year:

Emily St. John Mandel, with Sea of Tranquility and The Glass Hotel.

Sea of Tranquility is yet another time travel book. I guess that’s my theme for 2024? It’s the story of three different people experiencing the same eerie phenomenon at the exact same place in the Canadian wilderness – the feeling, sights and sounds of being in two places at one time, accompanied by the sounds of violin music and airship travel — but spaced out over centuries. It’s also a tale of a pandemic and humanity’s perpetual existential crisis, as embodied by a time traveler who is determined to unravel the mystery.

In The Glass Hotel , the narrative moves back and forth in time. But none of the characters time travel. I will read anything by Emily St.John Mandel because she knows how to tell a story, and especially how to take you deep into a character’s point of view. The glass hotel is the central “character” that serves as a hub connecting everyone else in the book. This is a character-driven narrative, but also a page turner. The 2008 economic collapse plays a big part in the plot, with its ripples spreading throughout many lives.

Climate fiction that shows how to hold onto hope amidst devastating loss:

Migrations by Charlotte McConaghy is set in a near-future world of mass extinctions. Franny Lynch, is obsessed with following what is probably the very final migration of the few remaining arctic terns. Through flashbacks, we come to learn Franny’s story and ultimately, what is driving her fierce–one could even say maniacal–determination to see through her project. After she talks her way onto a fishing boat, promising the captain he’ll find fish if he follows the birds, we also come to know the members of the crew and see their relationships with Franny develop. 

One of the early mysteries of the book is what happened to Franny’s mother, who disappeared when Franny was ten years old. Disappeared just like the birds and the fish and many animals are doing. Largely, this is a book about grief and how we can try to heal and move forward in the face of unfathomable loss. 

Fiction that made me both ugly cry and laugh myself silly:

In Maame, Jessica George bestows a terrific voice on her main character, Maddie Wright, a 25-year-old Londoner who still lives with her dad because she has become his primary caretaker since his Parkinson’s diagnosis. Maddie’s mother spends months at a time in Ghana, purportedly helping with a family business. And Maddie’s brother James is just too busy. When the chance finally arises for Maddie to move out on her own, she has a lot of lost time to make up for. 

Memoir that made me ponder the existential:

In My Time of Dying by Sebastian Junger, who approaches his own near-death experience with the same investigative techniques he uses for other topics, weaving anecdote and feeling with background information. I was struck by his determination to try to understand how physics ties in with the possibility of an afterlife considering that his own event involved an interaction with his late father, a dedicated and accomplished scientist. 

Quote:
“Your pulse is your life, the ultimate proof you’re animate and have something rare to lose. Everything alive has some kind of flux and ebb, and when that stops, life stops. When people say life is precious, they are saying that the rhythmic force that runs through all things–your wrist, your children’s wrists, God’s entire green earth–is precious.”

Memoir that resonated with me so hard I talked about it in therapy:

The Exvangelicals by Sarah McCammon is a book I really needed. As an exvangelical myself, it was a deeply meaningful read for me. I think there’s a lot of healing in sharing stories and knowing you’re not the only one. I’ve been out of extreme right-wing evangelical Christianity for decades now (I do still consider myself Christian, just a different flavor) and am still unravelling all the threads. It might be my life’s work.

McCammon shares not only her own experience, but also words from other exvangelicals, many of whom point to their former church’s embrace of Trump as an inflection point for them. As one of the earliest of Gen X, I had a very similar experience re: Reagan. I wasn’t voting age the first time he ran, but I was just starting to tune into politics and couldn’t wrap my head around my elders choosing him over Carter because they believed Reagan was more “pro family.” 

Quote: “Wounded people have a natural instinct to push back, to protect themselves. And for those of us who grew up in the culture wars–who’ve been trained to fight and to fight hard–laying down the sword, taking off the armor, and tending those wounds is one of the biggest battles of all.”

Nonfiction I believe will be useful in the coming year(s):

I wish there was no need for On Tyranny by Timothy Snyder. But given the circumstances, I’m glad it exists. Each chapter is only a few pages and focuses on one piece of advice in dealing with authoritarian governments. The general format is directive/short explanation of what he means by it/ historical example of how people have done it effectively/practical suggestions for your own life. 

There’s a lot in here about living authentically, embracing truth, maintaining empathy and building community. But it’s all succinct and easy to follow. I highly recommend reading it ASAP.

Onward to 2025! May our lives be full of joy, meaning, and books!


On Today’s Walk: Only a Little of the Picture

On today’s walk about my neighborhood I discovered a Christmas tree already abandoned for pickup. I also heard a murder of rowdy crows and later saw someone walking a tri-pawed little dog.

These photos are all the same tree, but each picture looks a little different. It’s all a matter of perspective.

My first thought on seeing this already-discarded tree by the curb was that someone is no nonsense about the holidays being over when they’re over. I imagined someone adhering to an inflexible calendar. But of course, I have no way to know why it’s been put out at least two days before it can even be picked up. I can imagine a dozen scenarios. The family usually leaves it up longer, but we’re leaving on a trip. That’s another possibility.

What we experience is such a small part of the world that surrounds us, but many of us–myself very much included–tend to fill in blanks with suppositions and stories to explain why, often never discovering if we were anywhere in the mark. We can fool ourselves into believing we know more than we do. All the information I really have is this: a green Christmas tree lay in the street — nothing about who put it there or when or why.

Likewise, my senses told me the crows were particularly loud today in one part of my community. I have no idea what was driving their behavior. Maybe they were having an argument or discussing where to find food. Perhaps a predator was stalking one of their nests.

Then the tri-pawed dog. So many questions. The missing limb was the rear right, and the little cutie seemed to be getting along pretty well, looking happy, which led me to believe it’s been missing that leg for awhile. I could have asked some questions of its human, but I’m shy.

I’ll bet I passed at least a thousand interesting stories today in my 40-minute walk without even realizing it. My mind can keep itself endlessly entertained spinning yarns about why I’m seeing or hearing the things around me. And this is pretty harmless, keeping it all in my brain as I have my little perambulation.

But for some reason, it’s been in my thoughts a lot lately that we can let it get dangerous, drawing conclusions and then assuming they’re correct without bothering to verify. I think it’s important for all of us to be able to draw the distinction between what we can see (the tiniest part of the picture) and know to be true vs. what we imagine to be the case. I’m working on it in myself.

However, if I ever come up with a coherent story incorporating the tree and the crows and the dog, I will share it here, being sure to label it fiction.

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Christmas Season Thoughts: What a Time to Have a Baby

Merry Christmas, from my family to yours!

I look at some of my younger acquaintances who are starting families, and my heart breaks a little. I can’t imagine starting out my parenting journey in the world as it is now. The difficulties they will face, the battles they will have to fight.

I don’t say this to them, however. Maybe because I remember oldsters saying it when I was having my children, back in the mid to late 90s. And I heard it again when the internet came along and we had to be the first generations of parents ever to figure out how that fit into child raising.

We don’t get to choose the times in which we live. We only get to choose how we respond. I know plenty of Millennials and Gen Z who are foregoing parenthood, some due to the political and/or actual climate. I respect that. But I also respect and support my younger crew who are choosing to hope enough to go ahead and have the baby they want. I mean, is it ever really the opportune moment to bring a child into this messed up world?

Look at Mary. I’m sure there were people who saw a hugely pregnant teenager, not even able to secure lodging, and shook their heads. And with Herod in power? Didn’t she know how likely it was they would become refugees in pretty short order? Who would she expect to accept and take them in? What a time for anyone to have a baby.

Anyway, here’s a poem I wrote that I’m pretty sure I’ve shared before. It seems pretty relevant right now. (It’s an abecedarian poem, by the way.)



All the Troubles and Yet

All the troubles everywhere, yet a
Baby brings joy, each new
Child in my circle a welcome
Discovery that the world goes on
Each one accepted as the 
Finest example of what the universe offers
Greeted with adoration and wonder
Heralded with hope
Imagine receiving that level of tenderness
Just for being, freely given
Love with no expectations
Meaning found simply in connection
No earning it or losing it
Only a thereness
Produced because it’s how we survive
Quarrels most certainly will arrive
Right along with disappointments
Suffering and sickness
There’ll be time to think on those
Upsets later, rather than wasting the
Velvet days of infancy with our minds
X number of years in the future
Youth speeds away but comes 
Zipping back to humanity again and again


Merry Christmas to all who celebrate! May we be able to keep our focus on love and support for those in need, and may we celebrate the most vulnerable among us.