2016, whew, what a year. Like many folks, I presume, I am hoping that the turmoil of this past 12 months is an outlier, and a not a prediction of things to come.
My reading year was different, at first as planned. i had set out to read works by authors of color, hoping to vary my perspectives and stay away from the voices of “white dudes”, so to speak, who often speak for everyone. So Fran Ross, Paul Beatty, Valeria Luiselli, Nnedi Okorafor, Colson Whitehead, T. Geronimo Johnson and Kobo Abe were conscious choices. The experiment was a success and broadened my reading world.
I never planned to re-read as much as I did, but I was glad to re-enter the worlds of Rothfuss and Sanderson, they made travel easier.
My NF choices were rewarding as well. Vollmann’s Seven Dreams continues to amaze, but they take an enormous investment in time and attention. Annie Proulx was the big disappointment of the year. Barkskins just never got going for me, and the lack of interesting characters made it not worth the time to finish. It stood very poorly next to Fathers and Crows despite for enthusiasm both for Proulx and the subject.
My yearlong “poetry” read for the year was Desolation Angels. Kerouac didn’t impress me all that much with this one, but I did enjoy it in small bits.
The biggest surprise of the year ends up being the best sci-fi, best page turner and most easily recommendable book: the First Fifteen Lives of Harry August. It was a delight because of the sophisticated way that Claire North dealt with the premise, creating a tense thriller while maintaining an interesting mix of historical, philosophical, and scientific musings; plus, the best villain i can remember in a time-loop story.






It would be hard to place any book above
It would be easy for me to say that