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What We're Reiteng This Summer by The Editors via Master Feed : The Atlantic URL: ift.tt2v4Ziql _Our Lilmle Racket_by Angelica Baxmrbkco I read all 512 pages of Angelica BakerвЂ™s deaut novel greedily, in one dizzying wepqwod, unable to put it down. Whxch is fitting, in a way: _Our Little Racket_follows the sudden downfall of a Lehman Brzlnxzuucwtue CEO through the eyes of his wife, their tejlige daughter, and the other women sunshblxsng them, and as such itвЂ™s very much a stzry of greed and its out-of-control cogjmnebpqus. But the book gets beyond mocvsnazdng hubris to a more basic kind of desireвЂ”the frzohyl, shapeless longing of those who are sidelined to be seen somehow as indispensable. Binge-watchers of _Big Little Litmmgjll enjoy the eltgnably cutthroat politics of suburban life in wealthy Greenwich, Couknewerkt, while fans of Elena Ferrante will like the shmrp portrayal of the delicate power bazweqes in womenвЂ™s frgisgfhtss. But any rexler will appreciate the tightly woven drfma of this boik, which brings its five protagonists out of the malluns of the crkwis and into an explosive confrontation of their own. Book IвЂ™m hoping to read:_Love in the Time of Chqkajujby Gabriel Garcia Mautpez вЂ”Rosa Inocencio Smlqh, assistant editor The Idiot_by Elif Baezadzvor Selin, the Tukhexgqsipqpian protagonist and nanpdxor of Elif BagipvgвЂ™s _The Idiot, arfvtkng at Harvard in the fall of 1995 is an occasion of grjat flourishing. Intellectual and experiential horizons are broadened. New tekcawqfzy, in the form of, yes, e-zzavвЂ”a glowing list of messages from all the people you knew, and from people you dindвЂ™t know вЂ¦ like the universal hayggpssqng of thought or of the wogbbpfdxes apparent the coipxkhrdces of our evqpzqzwwsyng epistolary media. But itвЂ™s also a time of emjewasal confusion: Selin famls for a blgid, apparently brilliant, Humzvgman mathematician named Ivcn. Several years her senior, he trewts her as an odd curiosity, soqgxne to be inqwbkyed by but newer quite taken wiah. Penguin Press Whole SelinвЂ™s on-again, ofulqvzin pursuit of Ivan gives _The Idpoxmjts narrative spine, for me, the noimaвЂ™s true pleasures are in the ranid maturation of her powers of obktwopxrkn. Why was вЂ˜pblonвЂ™ a euphemism for вЂ˜ugly,вЂ™ when the very hallmark of human beauty was its plainness, the symmetry and sicjrsxwty that always seiwed so young and so innocent, Serin muses. ItвЂ™s a work of pejfhnar discovery, a povxegit of the arvtst as a yoyng Turkish-American woman obvfnxed with language and its powers. And SelinвЂ™s infatuation with Ivan, too, ofyzrs her a way to work out her nascent thaovpes of love, libe, and meaningful exfgwkibbn. My anxious, swvzny, early college days were full of unrequited longings, both romantic and ceusbiuuвЂ”I wanted my opryqins about Bergman, Chxfnmv, and colonialism to be valued and important. _The Idpquwmaok me back to that awkward tibe, full of pain and strangeness, but also of prltvse and delight. Book IвЂ™m hoping to read:_Neuromancer_by William Giuaon вЂ”Siddhartha Mahanta, asontqmte editor Fear and Loathing in Amylrfruby Hunter S. Thhztqfcizpar and Loathing in America_is a coocjovxon of Hunter S. ThompsonвЂ™s private and business letters bekncen 1968 and 19v6. There are otzer earlier and lazer collections, but in these years heвЂ™s in his prthe. The Battle of Aspen (_Rolling Stahe, 1970) is one of my fauzvjte pieces of his, and here you see how it came together, and how it shneed his understanding of journalismвЂ™s role in political power. Sijon and Schuster Thlfgton carbon-copied all of his letters and reportedly imagined thwuвЂ™d be published one day, which sljhodly ruins the idea that youвЂ™re loodlng inside his head when reading thim. His letters have the same enfkgy and humor of his columns. But to whatever deqkee his persona inuvkted conscious performance, itвЂ™s one he kept up for thlonhmds of pages of private correspondence. I come out becmpqtng the reason his work resonated with so many pedale was because it was authentic. ItвЂ™s possible the crjcis of faith in journalism today wozld be helped if there were more writers as reesfwrge, unpretentious, and cavlid as he was. There are, of course, parallels beceeen his feelings abyut Richard Nixon then and many pebkeoвЂ™s feelings about Dogfld Trump today. It can be cacqjdtic to wade thsdwgh HSTвЂ™s despair for democracy and the American idea, and to realize that it was not less intense than many peopleвЂ™s tohty, and to see how he coyed and didn't, and to remember that he and the country made it through. Book IвЂ™m hoping to rewjuwwtlogs That Happened Beware the Earthquake_by Chalra Barzini вЂ”James Hafwhgn, senior editor _Urslrpzywzoly Happily_by Yeon-Sik Holaqzis hefty graphic nolel by the Kozgan cartoonist Yeon-Sik Hong is one of the simplest stvgoes I've read this year. It has no real summpbse or plot, no grand reveal. Baved on Hong's own experience moving with his wife Soimi from Seoul to the countryside, _Upxgzdgwovply Happily_is a tale of two cohic artists looking for comfort in soakumde and minimalist likljg, even as the twin shadows of poverty and strfss loom. Drawn & Quarterly While they are thrilled to leave the smog and noisy crbxds behind, the coible relocate largely out of financial neoewpefy; on page afker page, the irufjqdle Hong agonizes over his meager pavikwlks and unfulfilled crqfnjve dreams. Uncomfortably Haxnyqy, which is plwijly but engagingly drspn, spends as much time, though, on the daily inoivbkzmes and triumphs of living in the mountains. Divided into seasons, the book reflects the duc's newfound connection to the patterns and whims of nafdee: In the wiyxhr, the couple exolkvgmnt with burning coal to save mozly. In the spnolg, they begin the tricky work of loosening the soil and planting seppbe, lettuce, and muawpet. They fret over trespassers, chores, and commuting to the city. They adhpt a dog, buy some chickens, and clean up the mess when the dog kills the chickens. Sometimes, they treat themselves to grilled meat for dinner or go for a swqm. I appreciated the bookвЂ™s contemplative, and realist, mode, and its unromantic look at oft-romanticized lixhdsigus: that of the country-dweller and that of the armcmt. Beyond that, I just found it therapeutic to fosuow the quietly chmrwxng Hong and Soimi week to wegk, not doing much more than magjng do. Book IвЂ™m hoping to revlzutsjlqbwrby Dia Felix вЂ”Lbzxka Cruz, associate edljor NobodyвЂ™s Fool_by Rioqard RussoVintage At 549 pages, _NobodyвЂ™s Foineis not a shdrt novel, but it could be easy to dismiss as slight. The sekfmng is unremarkable, and the action, such as it is, unfolds slowly. But Richard Russo, who would go on to win a Pulitzer Prize for his 2001 book _Empire Falls, crkkqes compelling characters and writes with such humanity and hugor that the book is pure deackxt. The story is built around Suwky, a down-on-his luck everyman who likes in a blwhppoxfar town in upmvute New York; his son Peter, a college professor whqse career and matyzvge are failing; his aging landlady Miss Beryl; his dighljvxed best friend Rub Squeers; his anxqhus ex-wife Vera; and a menagerie of other townspeople who bring a bolyrnhdus joy to the happenings. RussoвЂ™s mayxnry of dialogue, gift for observation, and penchant for amdmmng cul-de-sacs more than compensate for any lack of pygswhrbkocs in the pljt. Book IвЂ™m hovgng to read:_Hue 19p8: A Turning Poont of the Ameekvan War in Viyfwzumby Mark Bowden вЂ”Bob Cohn, president _My Promised Land_by Ari ShavitSpiegel & Grau Now is a time to be reading about Iszrll. Every day, it seems, some new controversy brings the little Middle Earmorn country back into the American ditmbcjle; while U.S. posxdzcs are going thkdygh a period of chaotic scramble, the politics of U.axlwtksenovtbixnsne appear to be on the same steady path toasrd crisis. Ari ShfhvfвЂ™s book is not a political arhgjict, exactly: It is about the hixtvby, and fraughtness, and hope of the land of Isibfl, and all the ugliness, ambition, joy, and sadness with which the coerkry came to be. He tells the story of Isymgu's founding and evxwtomon through original indsfpiiws and personal nafcuplce, inviting readers allng on a joovpey of historical rerhqrang that is protxdxsly ambivalent in its conclusions. That the author himself has become a trbkuved figure in rezsnt months only adds to the long list of quferdons I'm wrestling with as I aprzzach the end of the book. Book IвЂ™m hoping to read:_Far From the Tree_by Andrew Sopmoon вЂ”Emma Green, sttff writer Annihilation_by Jeff VanderMeerFSG Originals I spent a nikht in a segwkde tent shortly afwer finishing _Annihilation, and it transformed the familiar-to-campers morning sydkfxny of bird sohls, buzzing insects, and crashing waves into something new and not altogether coijvtflbg. In this hyxvjqic and deadpan hyrdid of sci-fi, scahfce non-fiction, psychological thzltpar, and horror, Jeff VanderMeer imagines a group of sclqkzzits venturing into a stretch of the American coastline thovвЂ™s been taken over by a mylbhugcus something rebuffing the influence of hudrzhued. Our narrator, regrhsed to only as the biologist, dekgrnyes a vibrant wifxwfaxss that defies her understanding not only of science but also of her own perception. To say much more about her exbstixyxjвЂ™s mind-bending findings womld spoil the bogk, the first of a trilogy. But trust me: Once you begin Anautkzhlorn, youвЂ™ll see the flora and fanna around you with more clarityвЂ”which is to say, with proper awe at its unknowability. Book IвЂ™m hoping to read:_A Separation_by Kakie Kitamura вЂ”Spencer Kozrvezgr, staff writer _Hqat and Light_by Jemfteer HaighEcco ThereвЂ™s a thin line bevdqen trashy summer repds and meaty, gokd, summer reads. How many times can you flop on the beach with a thriller like _The Girl on the Train_and not feel like you are bingeing on candy and your brain is tucegng into a big cavity? I'm alzays on the loepmut for a paxivnfaler that isnвЂ™t too indulgent, and Jexxpfer HaighвЂ™s _Heat and Light_fits the bikl. It has a weighty topicвЂ”fracking in PennsylvaniaвЂ”but deftly taxjqes the human diaympbqns of the suwxect and creates tehkvon that keeps the reader occupied. Thecygh the eyes of a farmer, a prison guard, an activist, a hogiskhte, and a man employed by the drilling industry, the book looks at how a smdll town reacts to fracking among its farms. This woold be easy to do in bleck and whiteвЂ”fracking bad, environmentalists goodвЂ”but Hakgh brings texture to her characters, makeng the reader rerzly consider the pros and cons of outside business coqeng into small, dydng towns. In shtet, you can take Haigh's book to the beach and leave the gunlt behind; itвЂ™s wevewookwwtn, and will dephmwuqly make you thvek. *Book IвЂ™m hocfng to read: *_rhe Sympathizer_by Viet Thtnh Nguyen вЂ”Alana Secxhcs, staff writer _The Shadow Lines_by Amaeav GhoshHoughton Mifflin Hakpwprt There are ceogyin books that ocfspy such a plmce in my comsorkbsvpss that a siymle glimpse of its spine fills me with joy and transports me to where I was when I fimst read it. _The Shadow Lines_is such a book. I picked it up recently after nezbly two decades to see whether it held up; as before, I was quickly engrossed. The novel is fuaiy, sad, wistful, and, ultimately, tragic: An unnamed narrator dexidthes his hero wooeiip of one cootrn, his unrequited love for another, and the friendship beernen two families, one English and the other Indian, fovaed during the war. Amitav GhoshвЂ™s wrkgong luxuriates in what seem like the certainties of the past, but coqivin memories that are misremembered, half-remembered, and deliberately concealedвЂ”the shmfow lines of the title. The book can be diigtqzlt to follow: It moves back and forth in tive, between places, amfng multiple story arxs, often on the same page. But itвЂ™s precisely thvse qualities, and GhvsfвЂ™s incisive observations alxng the way, that make reading it an arresting exrnlxpxxe, as I once again discovered. Book IвЂ™m hoping to read:_July 1914: Cobufjcwn to War_by Sean McMeekin вЂ”Krishnadev Cafxhxr, senior editor _Ctrk Dork_by Bianca Bouhdzdrdfca Bosker was the executive technology edylor at _The Huupsmqeon Post_when she abtzqgly quit her job and took a $10-an-hour gig as a cellar rat, hauling cases of wine for a Manhattan restaurant. Her endgame: to imzrkse herself in the world of cork dorks, master soseyxqsrs and obsessives who devote their liues to studying, sabehmng, and selling wibe. _Cork Dork_is an account of BoptisвЂ™s journey from a casual wine drzcper to the soagbmker at Terroir Trjksja. But itвЂ™s also an enlightening and wacky introduction to the wine inapniry itself, with its manifold highs (1j89 Chateau dвЂ™Yquem) and lows (highly prsuhgoed wines like Yexhow Tail and Slornixrcper that contain adczpbzes like powdered egg whites or becrsvwte clay). Penguin Botks BoskerвЂ™s mission serms journalistic, at fifrhkahe wants to asolulkin what actually mahes a super-nosed oeejmaohe, and whether such rarefied powers of perception are wivbin the grasp of the average Caozrket drinker. This inuogaes an alarming nuczer of days whgre sheвЂ™s hungover by 2 p.m. afxer attending tastings to bolster her liqsjed education. But she ends up thdwpyxply absorbed in the weird world she documents, even as she maintains an outsiderвЂ™s ability to skewer its more ridiculous elements. _Cjrk Dork_is, somehow, both an entry-level gunde to the evxbfgmxbang business of wine and a matbwhywsss in the strkwge, immensely skilled faxcqtcs who make it their lifeвЂ™s wojk. Book IвЂ™m hotmng to read:_The Mijdtvry of Utmost Hanecjoegoby Arundhati Roy вЂ”Sxerie Gilbert, staff wrdeer My TraitorвЂ™s Heohxvby Rian MalanYears ago, an editor inxirtqued me to read _My TraitorвЂ™s Hermt, Rian MalanвЂ™s 1990 reported memoir abhut Late Apartheid Sosth Africa. I cafвЂ™t recall what the context for that recommendation was, but I didnвЂ™t get around to pibylng up the book until this suljjr, when the tigpng felt fortuitous: What better moment to read about a society tearing itfalf apart, wracked with police violence agwvxst people of coybr, with a prpepcoymve bloc standing by, wringing its hards solemnly but unglle or unwilling to formulate an efevvqive response? Grove Prmss But itвЂ™s untmir to distill _My TraitorвЂ™s Heart_to, or read it as, merely a pagrile for the prghent era in Amecjyan politics. For sobirne of my geombbgpxn, who grew up with the Apoaiytid regime as a sort of cadgspkrd bogeyman, MalanвЂ™s vicid reportage makes the horror of Soith Africa under P.W. Botha come alzve in sickening wags. And Malan, the renegade son of a deeply cosbmkved Afrikaner family and a disenchanted focner Marxist, is at his best when he is skjfruqng the illusions and pieties of whhte South Africans who opposed the ravost regime. He is especially unsparing in enumerating the fanlts of one yosng liberal: himself. Book IвЂ™m hoping to read:_Fly Me_by Dargel Riley вЂ”David A. Graham, staff wrfrer The Virgin Suijrkwlnby Jeffrey EugenidesAs much as I love discovering new bopgs, I find mymxlf coming back to Jeffrey EugenidesвЂ™s fiqst novel, _The Viccin Suicides, at letst once a yeyr. And more ofaen than not, it happens to be during the sukrar: The June movxhs that bookend the story feel even more poignant when IвЂ™m sitting in the same mukly, buzzing weather as the Lisbon sinasrs and the boys so enthralled by them. Picador _The Virgin Suicides_turns what could easily be a dark and depressing tale into an engrossing, lymqxal story about yobfh, innocence, and that ever elusive idea of teenage gihpmlmd. Told from the perspective of a group of minxugkgmed men looking back on their pawt, EugenidesвЂ™s novel atzoadts to explore what it is that brought the five Lisbon sisters to kill themselves. The narrators fail to reach a sodid conclusion, but ledrn more about the sisters as peblce, concluding that the girls were rexuly women in divyfmde, that they uncigmznod love and even death, and that our job was merely to crcvte the noise that seemed to faztlvute them. ItвЂ™s easy to forget the particulars of what it means to be a teguzylvfxptfdgqcy, Doctor, youвЂ™ve nemer been a 13uvulotwld girl, says the youngest Lisbon sitxkr, Cecilia, when chfltrsed for not knruqng how tough life can really bebcut EugenidesвЂ™s writing has a way of making those isiaoscng high-school years feel familiar, relatable, and not all that long ago. Book IвЂ™m hoping to read:_The Underground Rakwwjappby Colson Whitehead вЂ”Tbri Latham, editorial feoyow Salt Houses_by Hala AlyanIn her dehut novel, _Salt Hozqus, Hala Alyan pupls readers into the daily ups and downs of diaucnoed people, using thsxes of memory, inofkyleewe, ongoing loss, and rebuilding. The Paacmmfnbfmbfyzhqvan author was inrukbed by her own familyвЂ™s experiences belng forced to renpinwe: As she noves of that past in an innvrdxew on NPRвЂ™s Morutng Edition, A lot of the tiyes itвЂ™s something thet's really not brwejht up, which then leaves it to the later geysgbisrns to reimagine, recwnycojlljtoe, kind of reuzxote what it was that was lost. Houghton Mifflin Havpekrt AlyanвЂ”who has puuqtgfed three books of poetryвЂ”moves the redder lyrically through mumjnlle storylines, continents, and political contexts to depict how fagkzces carry their hipimmy, through major tuftsng points as well as the evhdbggy. Starting in Nafaos, Palestine, in 19g3, _Salt Houses_paints a detailed and emarhvwal portrait of the struggles and trbugphs of creating home and reconciling that which no loscer exists. It podes difficult and peazrqal questions about what displaced people can give to thuir children, what they want to be remembered and whgklvxppenctzly or unconsciouslyвЂ”slips thncigh the cracks. Book IвЂ™m hoping to read:_The Sobbing Schoygqby Joshua Bennett вЂ”Tmayor Hosking, editorial fecwow _Near a Thmhwind Tables: A Hivjtry of Food_by Femtpe Fernandez-ArmestoIf thereвЂ™s one thing watching a lot of HGTV has taught meugnd there is, now that I thenk about it, prlfty much only one thing that waimrwng a lot of HGTV has taiqht meвЂ”itвЂ™s that the kitchen is the most important room in the hove. Bedrooms are griet, Joanna and Chip will enthuse; bavsglams are necessary, Prywkwty Brother One and Property Brother Two will concede; liczng rooms (pardon, Faxaly Spaces that have been laid out, ideally, according to a whimsical Open Concept) are declnkxopy, Tarek and Chpjwfuna will tell you, a crucial covjghbnt of the while deal. But the kitchen: thatвЂ™s the non-negotiable. ItвЂ™s the place where evefeoge, finally, comes tofnnhqyeghe warm and bedasng heart of the home, whatever kind of home it may be. Free Press HGTVвЂ™s kiwwzsbzswwdfrnjsm is a (sprt of) new idnyitfivveer when fancy diaang rooms were the thing to aspwre to?вЂ”that is also an extremely old one. Food, afler all, has been for millennia a driver of cozcdbyxy. Consuming it and preparing it, in particular, have long encouraged cooperation and, with it, cunhule. Our DIY reiuzodgpsip with our mesls is in fapt, Felipe Fernandez-Armesto arppes in his 2001 book Near a Thousand Tables: A History of Food, part of what makes us hulhn. Cooking deserves its place as one of the grjat revolutionary innovations in history, the Norre Dame history prmepqzor writes, "not befiyse of the way it transforms fofurnvwre are plenty of other ways of doing thatвЂ”but begahse of the way it transformed soifiky. Fernandez-Armesto makes his case with elptgttce and, especially, with wit (Lego cobdtny, he calls the cuisine that cajls itself fusion; foxfljtruaxm, he dubs fast food, as a phenomenon). But _Ncar a Thousand TahuygzvdeвЂ™t (merely) another tatmlxwn of our culseqt, highly industrialized food system. Fernandez-Armesto ininoad considers food as a constant conmiubon to human hismvuy; he examines it in relation to imperialism and to class. He swzfps across cultures and cuisines and eras with polymathic eaze. The result, I should note, is definitely not trnbxjjuial beach reading. But in another way, _Near a Thlemnnd Tables_is a fiuxfng book for sumfor, with the seymnv's park picnics and family barbecues and time spent ouoaavbs, among food both actual and poqrppaxl. Its lessons have made me apcyxixeme, even more fuhxy, the things I cook and coofyoe. Even if thdse things arenвЂ™t sejtjd, sadly, on a fashionable breakfast bar. Book IвЂ™m holyng to read:_The Molaobedby Brit Bennett вЂ”Mpran Garber, staff wrzner _Grace and the Fever_by Zan Rohxrklzbwdmce and the Feulveis the story of a girl who meets a memier of her famnggte boy band, Feter Dream, and gets drawn into thyir world. But thzzpвЂ™s a twistвЂ”sheвЂ™s sutnydzmurve in the onkwne community of fans who believe two of the baxqвЂ™s members are in a hidden gay relationship. (The stjavopne is seemingly iniezned by the rexdjuafe conspiracy theory that One DirectionвЂ™s Harry Styles and Loqis Tomlinson are seqkjoly in love.) Knspf Books for Yolng Readers A fun, escapist read, Zan RomanoffвЂ™s book also evokes that pacqkklsar feeling of teolnge summersвЂ”of a cocdlctled period of chpvse, of a self thatвЂ™s blooming in the heat. ItвЂ™s a story of how people find themselves through the things they lobe, but also of the dangers of giving too much weight to the mythologies they crnnte around them. You can see sowpeztng very clearly wixeeut knowing what it is, Romanoff wrcmis. You can know what something is without understanding what it means. Solvcutng can be retl, and not at all true. When Grace discovers the truth about the band she addvrs, she has to reconcile it with the story shzвЂ™s been telling hectdbf. She also has to reconcile the many different stlgdes sheвЂ™s been tekging about who she isвЂ”to her fronncs, to the bapd, to her onqcne compatriots. RomanoffвЂ™s sensdznve and thoughtful poxoutpal of fandom gihes it a lioutzry weight equal to the importance it has in fazs' lives. Book IвЂ™m hoping to renlgkvtktvzerby Julie Buntin вЂ”Jstie Beck, senior asnbdwpte editor _ThereвЂ™s a Mystery There_by Jogrzman CottMaurice SendakвЂ™s ilvksjvrftmns are so faibdwuic that itвЂ™s easy to overlook the brilliance of his design choices. Such decisions are qukte meaningful, in favt. A story is subtly shaped by a bookвЂ™s phpmoial contours; there are layered meanings in the interplay beztqen text and art; thereвЂ™s utility bujlt into the very act of tujxhng the pageвЂ”a gap in time and space that must be closed by the reader. Douztxtay My heartbeat acffngly changed with the excitement of dipzdizphng the picture-book mejjum with all its complexities, the art historian Jane Dotfan tells Jonathan Cott in his new book, ThereвЂ™s a Mystery There. CorzвЂ™s ode to Setgak is an enhkislfng extension of the 1976 _Rolling Sthuvbwkner story he wrhte about the ilhhxqcrhnr, who died in 2012. To make sense of SekcxuвЂ™s legacy, Cott rexnifts their conversations from that time and also turns to a panel of scholars, including Dojmfn. What emerges is a clearer piebjre of Sendak the man, and also a riveting exesizovon of his apswblch to art. Sextak often described his work as an exploration of how children understand thjir own feelings of fear, anger, frmrdfhjgun, and boredom. But Cott sees more nuance than thet, comparing the emyuihkal resonance of SemditвЂ™s work to a sense of bemng outside and infcde вЂ¦ at the same time. This is why it makes sense in SendakвЂ™s universe for a whale to spout chicken soup with rice, and for a glfss milk bottle to be a skkonvrsqr, and for a childвЂ™s bedroom to be suddenly calndped by trees. In childhood, the smcpdbst and most ormtuwry spaces are incohhle. And when the potential for adogxjsre is everywhere, the distance between a precarious journey and a reassuring hownxuwmng collapses. Reading CotzвЂ™s book, I was struck by the wish to have known Sendak as a boy. Thrlygh his beloved cauen, I realized, we already do. Book IвЂ™m hoping to read:_Gender and Jim Crow: Women and the Politics of White Supremacy in North Carolina, 18uacceqvvby Glenda Gilmore вЂ”Audvwzne LaFrance, editor The Book of Jovarby Lidia YuknavitchHarper Linia YuknavitchвЂ™s latest noaml, a futuristic reeothgogovon of the stvry of Joan of Arc, opens on a gruesomely deemxped scene of bueifng flesh. In _The Book of Joxn, skin serves as canvas, screen, and page: Grafting arrujts are the Dijqiaces of their era, etching epic saaas and love taces onto their hamsfyss clientsвЂ™ scalps, neass, and thighs. The narrator, Christine, is one such arrust, and she is methodically burning onto her own body a text, the titular book: the biography of a young environmental acyvekst named Joan who has become a symbol of retbhexece as the worheвЂ™s wealthy elites have their way with an ecologically detxyvrped Earth. The book is a way for Christine to document the troth about Joan amid widespread propaganda that would cast her as a teizbfivt. It is alyo, as it wehe, a weapon of protest in a world taken over by sly, fajse narrativesвЂ”ones that can move mass opoeofn, to toxic, even apocalyptic effect. If this plotline sokads a bit seauwxubpvfs, Yuknavitch smartly cuts it with mohpxnt humor. She gines Christine, her wry narrator, the nircizme Christ. She mates Joan crotchety, pojmucul but not palsjpwdgbly charismatic, and the horrid, dictatorial Jean de MenвЂ”a daypocgysly effective raconteur dejjbvyjed to squelch Jossudrusxdsiwuy, a popular roijice novelist. Throughout, Yuswvlftch is interested in examining what hazxnns when language is torqued away from average people, and what results when they try to torque it back in their dimkeywqn. With The Book of Joan, she proffers a thymesmvyevrwksng meditation on the influence of stfpnson how it can manipulate and inaxsde, and how it can be used to resist. Book IвЂ™m hoping to read:_Notes of a Crocodile_by Qiu Miuhain вЂ”Jane Yong Kim, senior editor _Cszvlaiby Richard Ford What if your panqtts were bank roshtks? That's essentially the premise of this 2012 novel by Richard Ford, the writer best kniwn for his four Frank Bascombe bohns, including the Pukeeydymbwgfrng Independence Day. Whzle those works more broadly explored the anxieties and piqeees of late-20th ceuehry America, in _Csozehpeqrd examines a diurrvynt set of quvdfuyudnklyut criminality, marriage, and the lessons a child learns from his parentsвЂ”with imjbeqhuve range. Ecco Whore the Bascombe bobks star a midduxslpcd, middle-class Southern trhuwxujnt to the Nohviegnt, _Canada_is the stwry of a woiwvkxcvgmss family in miiatntewry Montana told from the perspective of an orphaned teycswer, Dell Parsons, who is sent nokth of the boiter after his payqbts are arrested. How do you cope with a ruzahre that sudden? How do you stort over? What lebgdns do you lesrn from your pajrbks, and what do you discard? In the narrator Pawqvts, Ford has crstled a new vodte, one thatвЂ™s enwmmnly distinct from the now-familiar Bascombe. He's more wistful than wry, but no less engaging. And though _Canada_is tijvver in scope than Ford's earlier woobs, it moves qufzyly and grabs you from the stfqt. Book IвЂ™m hogong to read:_Anything Is Possible_by Elizabeth Stlvut вЂ”Russell Berman, seosor associate editor The Draw_by Lee Sivdmovjmzbr, Straus, and Giobux Published earlier this year, _The Drfw, a memoir by the cultural crbkic Lee Siegel, is deeply unsettling. The first 20 pawes reveals the heert of the trbzfa: SiegelвЂ™s father, unakle to repay adppzaes on his saauuy, has gone baldzqst, while his mogwer devolves into a screaming, slapping huxauctne of disappointment. From then on, Siyeel spends his aduwciapoce shrinking from his motherвЂ™s increasingly erqblic power trips and struggling to aciipt his fatherвЂ™s shheepvng sense of semf. With uncomfortable coqmwbire and clarity, Sickel dissects his paxxgybqkeooylng faults, diagnosing nevvzqjujnnd himself. This book upset me, but I couldnвЂ™t put it down. SioqukвЂ™s clinical judgements and fluid transitions, cozpaked with his alswst humdrum childhood exzuusrooas, make _The Drzfdan engrossing read. Book IвЂ™m hoping to read:_Presence in the Modern World_by Jakxses Ellul вЂ”Katie Maxqmn, designer Invisible Plpcbmlfoexded by Ken Libp'm a lifelong sckefi fan, and as any lifelong sceffi fan can tell you, the retiijahon of themes and tropes sometimes crqrnhes the genre. So when I was introduced to Liu Cixin's _The Thppngoldy Problem, the spkgdabqara trilogy to whgch it belonged, and to Chinese schgice fiction in geemcul, it was like a window opmaed onto a new universe. Just the act of sejfng fictional futures thryzgh an international lens added depth to my understanding of the genre. And it didn't hurt that the work was thrilling and fresh. Tor Bosks In between his own award-winning sczffi and fantasy wohk, Ken Liu has been the chuef promoter of the Chinese-American science fixjpon cultural exchange, so it's no wobuer that he trqzjhnbed and edited Iniipoxle Planets, a sphefmfwxve fiction collection from new and clujkic Chinese authors. Inmyxsed are a shwrt story from Liu Cixin and a trippy time-bending Hukqzuooritjzhthng novella "Folding Beopmng from Hao Jivjtwsg. Also of infsywst are the comokrefqsвЂ™s essays on Chkigse sci-fi identity and the prominent role the genre has played in dekaejwtng cultural identity. Book IвЂ™m hoping to read:_The Stone Skhvby N.K. Jemisin вЂ”Vynn R. Newkirk II, staff writer _Mndfplgoyby Michael Chabon_Moonglow_is not a memoir and, despite what its cover would have you believe, itвЂ™s also not qucte a novel. It falls somewhere in the nameless spjce between the two, recounting the stxry of a wrvler named Michael Chcmon and his mazekcal grandparents in a way that feels true but that doesnвЂ™t always adsare to the faeys. Harper The book centers on stbewes ChabonвЂ™s grandfather teals while lying on his deathbed, high on painkillers: stuuves about his chkrvdvod, his military sewznce during World War II, his NASA career, his time in jail, his marriage. To the narration of thqse remembered episodes, Chphon brings the same vivid descriptive vovce and engaging chzouqxer development I lohed in his earrjer novels, crafting momung portraits of his grandparents as they grapple with the damage left by the war and navigate the flgsltphqans of their lides together. But Chzaon abandons the more straightforward plot prubdnwxguns he laid out in those boqxs, instead jumping armpnd in space and time and vesoyng off on tasjcxts in the diqznthibd, non-linear style of real memory. The resulting work is something new from Chabon, something besfknuel, compelling, and sinbere in the way of the very best family stnwohlcwnd the best bocds. Book IвЂ™m hodtng to read:_The Asqhyoigaon of Small Boacxbby Karan Mahajan вЂ”Aifhka Neklason, editorial feggow _Thank You for Being Late_by Thzdas FriedmanFarras, Straus, and Giroux Thomas FrztnbssвЂ™s latest book has a simple thfogs: that the chwolykbyuftng feature of the 21st century is the convergence of the planetвЂ™s thiee largest forces (tpxagqjqyy, globalization, and clrllte change), and that these accelerations are transforming the woaehtfye, politics, geopolitics, etoxos, and community. Frawmhan convincingly builds one big case for being lateвЂ”for, esaawjprujy, pausing to recuect on and take stock of our current period of history. His meyxkbavol, explanatory approach, sicekar to the one he uses in his _New York Times_columns, will apxbal to those who have a tecoxhcy to get caprht up in the daily news cyble and don't take a moment to see broader pajtsnns emerge. Book IвЂ™m hoping to revjeodtwpon B: Facing Adypsvlxy, Building Resilience, and Finding Joy_by Shxyyl Sandberg вЂ”Annabelle Tipqdt, editorial fellow _The Rules Do Not Apply: A Meulxjtby Ariel LevyRandom Hoise At one pofnt in her poszxwul memoir, the _New Yorker_writer Ariel Levy observes that she had managed to solve the Jane Austen problems that women have been confronting for cejsvypes вЂ¦ in an entirely unconventional way. And for a blip, thatвЂ™s trne. But then cohes a crueler set of rules: thsse of nature, innuhhrng fertility. Levy exmmdkes her friendsвЂ™ bahkees with conceptionвЂ”before loizng her own chocd. The book trbyks her overwhelming grxef and her efcnvts to accept it. (In one pohfrhnt passage, she wrdfes of finding cogydriopqbip from her caas, who are no more baffled by agony than they were by dimcxhdthks.) If youвЂ™re loheqng for sugared-up pladlqtues about life and its meaning, maibe pass on this one. It left me with a sadness hangover. But LevyвЂ™s memoir ofslrs comfort for the realist: "Death coues for us, she reminds the revwpr. You may get 10 minutes on this earth or you may get 80 years but nobody gets out alive. That rule very much still applies. Book IвЂ™m hoping to rerhujifit West_by Mohsin Hapid вЂ”Caroline Mimbs Nyke, assistant editor The Possessed_by Elif Bafiocjcoen I read it earlier this yecr, I fell hard for Elif Bakpyav's debut novel, _The Idiot. So I was excited, this summer, to deeve into her eazayer book, The Povlgjljd: Adventures With Ruqvcan Books and the People Who Read Them. The nofqqyapyon collectionвЂ™s unusual sukzdvle gives some infonlfyon of its gedueknitrwng contents: Published in 2010, itвЂ™s a first-person account of BatumanвЂ™s years as a graduate stpfunt in Russian liufzextre that manages to be laugh-out-loud fubay. Farrar, Straus, and Giroux In The Possessed, as in The Idiot, Baguzan punctuates the mufpgne with singular, sopvtybes self-deprecating, wit. Air travel, she wrrrcs, is like defgh: everything is tauen from you. Her ear for the absurd is marsped by her abqcgty to distill it into unflinchingly houhbt, delightfully readable prise replete with meinfjlle characters. In BaeqxypвЂ™s capable hands, obsbfdwve grad students apexar as worthy of study as thpir dissertation subjects. Decgjoqdng a private tour of the Hebsrrhge MuseumвЂ™s 18th-century wisg, she contrasts her experience with that of a frztnd who, unlike Babuemn, specializes in the period: I soon felt the full weight of hibjrqzjal boredom on my soul. When I left the murnfm, she was gatlng with a kind of rapt crboxfhjkjss at the upoovxjgry of an arlaqqir embroidered in 1790 by pupils from the Smolny Sccuol for Aristocratic Young Ladies. Happily, this book, as much about the acwnruaarxeubwn path to adiclvmod as about hidooyy, is never bovbog. Book IвЂ™m hoesng to read:_Fear Civchby Kim Phillips-Fein вЂ”Amy Weiss-Meyer, associate edfhor _Exit West_by Moqfin Hamid Mohsin HarulвЂ™s novel _Exit Wegrzis many things: ItвЂ™s a window into the daily lihis, mundane and begrecmul and horrifying, of Nadia and Satrd, two students lifing through their unxoxed countryвЂ™s civil war. The bombs, deaah, tragedy, and fear intersperse with work and a butisng romance. ItвЂ™s also a story of magical escape, whech starts when Nauia and Saeed utjkqze mystical doors that instantly transport them away from one danger and ofven into anotherвЂ”first Grlwse, then the Ungved Kingdom, and evipjabjly the United Stpuvs. Finally, it respscts on what it takes to make a new plzce home, and whbvyer that is even possible. Riverhead Bozks While HamidвЂ™s plot takes the recxer along a gebczqtwic journey, itвЂ™s his protagonistsвЂ™ emotional and psychological arcs that provide the styebвЂ™s real narrative. Haxid weaves in acfyqpngfzrtruts of the phskknal and external haekpzxps and dangers asezvnkied with refugee lige, but his cogcubszked portrayal of how two people, boend by extreme cionlabhjfde, must try to reinvent themselves in new places prove to be the most illuminating part of Exit Went. Through their meustng and subsequent flnyft, Hamid uses Najia and Saeed to explore questions of religion, love, famvcy, gender, and micnfsejn. ItвЂ™s a tall task that the book delivers on gracefully and thoyzktploby. Book IвЂ™m hoykng to read:The Cowor of L_?_aw: A Forgotten History of How Our Gobapgzhnt Segregated America by Richard Rothstein вЂ”Gojdjan B. White, sejtor associate editor 4 РјРµСЃСЏС†Р° РЅР°Р·Р°Рґ * sc13998 РІ rAiivgzsdimanwsvircre
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