Saturday, March 1, 2025

What I Read In February

 Well, if January was the month that didn't know when to up and leave, February was the one that high tailed it right the heck out of there, didn't it?!

Another less than stellar reading month from a total quantity perspective but another solid month in terms of quality. 

Check out which books blew me away this past month....




The Repeat Room by Jesse Ball

Jesse Ball is a must-read author for me. His writing is so sparce and strange and beautiful and unsettling and everything I've ever read from him just haunts me endlessly. He has a unique way of viewing humanity and creates worlds that I would be terrified to live in.

Take The Repeat Room for example. In this horrific future, a man is called in for jury duty. He is in a room packed elbow to elbow with hundreds of other potential jurors. They will spend the next two days going through rigorous testing and examinations. They will be whittled down to one person, and that one person will be given the opportunity to sit beside the repeat room and experience the accused's life in order to make a determination on whether they get to rejoin society or be put to death.

The first half of the book follows Abel as he moves through the selection process. The second half of the book is through the eyes of the accused. And neither part is going to give you the answers you are seeking so you can forget all about that but holy crap what a journey this book is.

If you haven't read Jesse before, this might be the perfect book for you start with. If you enjoy books that never quite let you in, leaving you feeling slightly lost and uncomfortable, you are going to love this.




Listen to Your Sister by Neena Viel

Yeah. No. This wasn't for me. I thought about DNFing a few times before the weirdness fully kicked in and then once it did, I figured I was too far in at that point so I just sucked it up and muscled through.

Was it me or did the writing seem... off? Things flowed really strangely and it felt kind of disjointed at times. It definitely had the rougher edges of a debut novel.

For those of you who haven't read it yet and are expecting a creepy cabin in the woods horror novel, this is not quite that. Part childhood trauma, part sibling survival story, and a huge heaping serving of oldest sister trying to hold everyone's shit together, including her own, this is more psychological horror than anything else. And it's weird. I mentioned it being weird, right?




Ring Shout by P Djeli Clark

I am really late to the game with this one but in my defense, the jacket copy does not do it justice and whenever I saw people reviewing it, I just assumed it was historical fiction, which really isn't my cuppa, so it totally flew under my radar. Until... I saw it sitting on the shelf in a used bookstore a few weeks back, in their sci-fi and fantasy section. Obviously that gave me pause, so I really looked it at this time and decided to bring it home with me.

I was feeling a bit under the weather today and this one called to me from the tbr and here we are, a handful of hours (and a man, I really don't feel good, nap in the middle) later...

I liked it! Three badass black women taking out their anger on a bunch of demonic monsters in human meat suits known as Ku Kluxes, not to be confused with the Klan, which are regular white assholes who haven't been infected or 'turned' yet.

The book is full of haints, an evil butcher, and a nasty boss monster that's determined to bring on the end of the world. And our leading lady Maryse discovers she's the one everyone's looking at to save the day.

It was soooo deliciously not what I expected! An incredibly unique spin on a very dark period of our history.




Beta Vulgaris by Margie Sarsfield

Just another weird sad girl novel, only this one takes place during a sugar beet harvest as we watch our main gal lose her shit when her eating disorder gets the better of her, and her bank card gets overdrafted and her boyfriend gives her the slip, and other harvesters start disappearing into the darkness....

The beets told her all along to return to the dirt. Elle oh Elle.

I actually didn't hate it. I mean, it was a slow burn for a long while there and we spent a lot of time in Elise's head and I'd be lying if I said my younger self didn't have some of the very same neurotic, paranoid thoughts she did about whether people actually liked her or were putting up with her, loved her or were planning on leaving her, tiptoeing around the hard conversations to avoid giving anyone any reason at all to leave her. So get ready for 200 plus pages of THAT while also learning all about harvesting sugar beets, haha, but then strap in because once she really starts giving in to the self talk and the breakdown hits its crescendo... I can't even. Unhinged City Here I Come.

And hello to that cover, amirite?!




The Garden by Nick Newman

Oh man! This book! I think by now you know that I'm a sucker for post apocalyptic, dystopian novels and the isolation angle is always a fun one!

Two elderly sisters rely on each other for their daily survival. Evelyn steadfastly follows Mama's almanac, a book which guides the girls through each season and how to tend to their garden to ensure they have enough food to live off of. Lily, the younger, is more whimsical, preferring to practice her dance routines or paint out in the gazebo, and cooks what Evelyn forages.

The house they live in is the very same one they grew up in, and was initially put to use as a group commune when things in the outside world first started going bad. Though, as things worsened, everyone packed up and headed out, leaving the sisters alone with Mama and Papa. Papa also eventually disappeared and that left the three. Mama, now crazed and in an effort to protect the girls, sealed the kitchen off from the rest of the house, claiming the rooms were all poisoned and filled with dangerous "man" things, and forbid them from exploring beyond the garden because there was nothing left outside their little haven but a barren wasteland.

After Mama's passing, the girls did the only thing they knew to do, which was maintain her strict rules to ensure their own safety. That is, until they discover a young boy who has broken through their garden wall claiming he is running from "others" and, you guessed it, this encounter shatters their entire world, flipping everything they were taught to believe right onto its head.

The Garden is wonderfully reminiscent of other post apocalyptic and isolation novels I've read (books like The Road, California, Whether Violent or Natural, The Water Cure, What Mother Won't Tell Me, These Silent Woods, all come to mind) where the characters appear to unravel almost as beautifully as their outside worlds do and where creative parenting plays a large role in just how fucked up the kids have become.

It's a deliciously slow burn with a couple of sick little twists thrown in towards the latter part of the book and it's an understatement to say that I thoroughly enjoyed it!




Red Rabbit by Alex Grecian

This is another #bookstagrammademedoit banger!

Red Rabbit is an epic western with ghosts, ghouls, demons, shapeshifters, witches and witch hunters, and found family, and was just a super fun read.

It follows an eclectic group of strangers that end up falling in with each other on a journey to Burden County, Kansas to see if they can put a stop to Sadie Grace, a witch who's allegedly tormenting the townfolk there. The characters were quirky and well developed, the storylines all flowed together smoothly, and the best part was how Grecian kept you guessing the whole way through.

Evenly paced, deliciously atmospheric, simultaneously tender and violent, this chunkster of a novel should not be missed!

It gets all the stars, goddamnit!


Monday, February 10, 2025

The 40 But 10: Mark Rayner

 



I've pulled together 40ish questions - some bookish, some silly - and have asked authors to limit themselves to answering only 10 of them. That way, it keeps the interviews fresh and connectable for all of us!


Today we are joined by human-shaped, monkey-loving, robot-fighting, pirate- hearted, storytelling junkie, Mark Rayner is an award- winning author of satire and speculative fiction. He writes in the genres of science fiction, humorous SF and dark comedy. He also dips his toe in the occasional bit of dramatic prose and experimental/literary fiction. When not working on the next novel, he pens short stories, squibs and other drivel. (Some pure, and some quite tainted with meaning.) He's the co-host of Re-Creative, a podcast about how creative people were inspired by other works of art. Mark does all these things while being Canadian and owning cats.

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What’s the single best line you’ve ever read?

“The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't.”

~Douglas Adams, Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

 

What is your favorite book from childhood?

One of my first memories is of reading my favorite book, Look Out for Pirates! aloud, to my brother, Mike. He was barely a toddler. Whenever I leaned over the crib to show him the picture that went with the prose I was so enthusiastically reciting, he’d grab the book at try to throw it away. (Very pirate-like behavior, so I approved.)

A few years later, when all my classmates were explaining they wanted to be astronauts, or nurses, or firefighters, I explained it was the pirates life for me. I was devasted when I learned that being a pirate was not a viable career goal. (I mean, unless you want to manage a hedge fund.)

 

If you could have a superpower, what would it be?

Telekinesis, 100%!

It gets you flying, assuming you can lift yourself. You don’t have superstrength, but you don’t need to get close to anything. You can protect yourself with force fields. Hell, you could theoretically manipulate atoms and create things with the power of your mind.

Plus, you never have to get off the couch when you can’t find the remote!

Am I jazzed about this superpower? Hell yeah. I’m in the process of writing two trilogies in which this is the killer app.

 

Summarize your book using only gifs or emojis.

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What’s the one book someone else wrote that you wish you had written?

Serious answer for this one: Italo Calvino’s Invisible Cities. It’s about Marco Polo telling Kublai Khan about all the marvelous cities in the Khan’s empire, but so much more. It’s a prose poem, a paean to the limitless nature of human creativity. Don’t look to it for plot or character development, but in terms of style and imagination it’s not to be missed. And it inspired one of the short stories in my new collection, The Gates of Polished Horn, “This Ambiguous Miracle.”

 

What are some of your favorite books and/or authors?

Some of my favourite authors include Ursula K. Le Guin, Philip K. Dick, William Shakespeare, Samuel Beckett, Chuck Palahniuk, Tom Robbins, George Orwell, Robertson Davies, Julian Barnes, George Saunders, Milan Kundera, William Gibson, Douglas Adams, Christopher Moore, Harold Pinter, Tom Stoppard & Italo Calvino.

 

If you could spend the day with another author, who would you choose and why?

Assuming we can go back in time? Kurt Vonnegut. He’s my literary hero, and I consider one of America’s all-time great satirists. Vonnegut has a beautiful way of casting the folly of human nature into disrepute at the same time as having great sympathy, and even love, for his characters. Plus, he was funny as hell and apparently a great conversationalist when he was in the mood.

 

Which literary invention do you wish was real and why?

I guess I stole my own thunder on this one – a time machine, clearly. Though you have to be careful when you’re time travelling, as people will learn from the first story in my new collection, “Socratic Insanity.” The framework for this story is that time travellers who go back to, oh, let’s say kill Hitler before he does all his damage, believe they have succeeded. But when they come back, they have not – you can’t change what has already happened, or if you do, you create an alternate reality. But you can’t travel to an alternate reality. Their subjective reality – I killed Hitler – just doesn’t match the objective reality. So my time travellers go insane. But not if they’re careful and don’t try to change anything. Having drinks with Kurt Vonnegut doesn’t count.

 

What do you do when you’re not writing?

I teach at Western University, at the Faculty of Information and Media Studies (FIMS). I’m very lucky to have a job that feeds my writing, while much of my marketing activities as a writer help me in the classroom. My teaching focuses on web design, information architecture, visual communication and social media. I teach in the undergrad program, called Media and Communication, plus in our two professional graduate programs, the Library and Information Science program, and in the Master of Media in Journalism and Communication program.

When I’m not teaching, I like to enjoy workouts, reading, video games, movies and playing guitar. And my two cats, Max and Milo, keep me busy too!

 

Why do you write?

For the money, of course. Bwahahah!

Sorry. It’s just that this is a deep and difficult question. Why am I trying to answer it? I guess I like a challenge. I mean, writing is one of the all-time great artistic challenges. The rejection isn’t as intense as it is with acting, but it’s up there. Yet having the ability to bring people, ideas, worlds … whole universes into existence is just such a cool thing.

Writing is an act of empathy. The best stories are ones that move us and that requires the author has compassion for their characters. Even the baddies.

And I’ve always been a storyteller, since I first started reading Look Out for Pirates! to my brother. It’s a compulsion. An intellectually and emotionally rewarding compulsion. It can be painful too, but I’ve never really seriously considered NOT writing. It’s too much at the core of who I am.


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What happens when you’re face-to-face with a truth that shakes you? 

Do you accept it, or pretend it was never there?

Award-winning author Mark A. Rayner smudges the lines between realist and fabulist, literary and speculative in this collection of stories that examines this question—what Homer called passing through The Gates of Polished Horn.

We discover the cruelty of creating synthetic consciousness. A woman is worried that her husband is having an affair but discovers it's much, much worse. A time traveler uncovers a reality-bending fact while observing the death of Socrates. Waldo, of Where's Waldo fame, has an existential crisis. A traveling salesperson is killed on the highway, and this is just the start of his journey through the gates.

Infused with comic insight and tragic vision, this collection invites readers into new realities that touch on our shared humanity.

“Mark A. Rayner’s formidable storytelling is on full display in this thoughtful and diverse collection. He’s a fine and creative writer whose characters and storylines are quirky, inventive, and often very funny.  Bravo!”
~Terry Fallis, author of The Best Laid Plans & two-time winner of the Stephen Leacock Medal for Humour

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Enter the book giveaway here (ends Feb 28th)


Sunday, February 2, 2025

What I Read in January

 I know everyone says this but I wholeheartedly agree... why does January always feel like the month that's never going to end?! It's funny, because the last few months of the year fly by at lightening speed, here and gone before you can even acknowledge them, and then January comes in and it's like that houseguest who doesn't get the hint and never wants to leave. 

And of course, this past month was one of my worst reading months in a long time! Not the way I had hoped to kick off the new year. I read a total of 6 books, but I also have to cut myself some slack because my publicity workload picked up again and as my client workload increases, my free time for reading always decreases.

Plus, we all know it's not HOW MUCH you read, but WHAT you read that really matters so let's take a look and see if I made smart choices with the books I chose to spend my time with....



My Husband by Maud Ventura

Good lord this book.

It was cute at first. The whole woman married 15 years and still obsessing over her husband thing was a little relatable. Like, look how handsome he is. And I can't believe I haven't lost an ounce of love for this man, honestly I think I love him more today than I did when we first got married. So adorable it kind of makes you want to vomit.

But then you read a little more and you realize, ok, yup, sooooo this lady is clearly a little unhinged and is convincing herself of all this horrible shit she's made up in her head about how she thinks her husband doesn't love her as much as she loves him and she's tracking all the things she believes is proof of this in her little journals and she's comparing their relationship to all the crap she reads online and in magazines and she's faking being perfect to make sure he doesn't try to leave her and now I'm thinking to myself why I am still reading this? I should totally put it down. I don't think I can read an entire book of this crap. And then she just starts losing her shit completely, like going full out nutter.

And so now I'm reading it just to see where it's going to go because it's gotta go SOMEwhere right? And then whoa... that ending?! Ok book. You redeemed yourself.

You're a fucked up little thing for sure.




Grasshands by Kyle Winkler

Oh hell no. Do not recommend. This was not good despite the fact that it sounded right up my alley. Librarians identify a strange moss growing on the books in their basement and when people eat it, they have immediate knowledge of the information contained within. But the moss, that nefarious weird ass moss, is working its evil magic on them when they do. There's a big bad moss monster called Grasshands and these little tippy tap tickling spiders that crawl into your mouth and kind of... I don't know... hibernate in there and attack you when provoked. Sounds interesting, right?

The writing was really rough. It's trippy and weird but not in a good way. I wanted to DNF it a couple times but I bought it at full paperback price so I was determined to get my money's worth. It was so not worth the money or the time.

I know it's early in the year still but I'm pretty sure this will end up on my worst-of list for 2025. Sigh.





The Country Will Bring Us No Peace by Matthieu Simard

This is one that #bookstagrammademedoit got right!

"Peace is a momentary void between two conflicts."

Throwing all the stars at this grief fueled novella in which a couple buys a house in the country in an attempt to start over and move beyond their haunted past. Only, their new small town is not so welcoming and the townsfolk appear to be fighting a history that won't release them from its clutches either.

It's bleak and beautiful and eerily atmospheric. It's full of lies and secrets, disappointments and hostilities. It's about the things that keep people together while also actively pulling them apart. And it's surprisingly kind of ballsy, hiding the end in its beginning.

This book haunted me as I read it. I can only imagine what it will do to me now that it's over.

Grief fiction is definitely becoming a favorite genre of mine.




Father Gaetano's Puppet Catechism by Mike Mignola

There are few things that scare the beejezus out of me but puppets, especially marionettes, are creepy as fuck and make my skin crawl something fierce so tucking them into a horror novel... oh lordy! But I really like Bad Hand Books so I took the plunge.

And I'm glad I did because I really, really enjoyed it!

Father Gaetano's Puppet Catechism starts off slow and atmospheric. It's set in a church rectory in a small town in Sicily that's been ravaged by war. A group of orphaned children were taken in by the nuns of the church and then suffered the unexpected loss of their priest. So in comes Father Gaetano. A young man of the cloth who agrees to take on the temporary work of teaching the children the Catechism. Many of their hearts have been hardened by the brutal loss of their parents at such a young age and they actively challenge the young priest, questioning God and his allowance of such horrible events. Gaetano realized he has his work cut out for him but it's while he befriends the shy nine year old Sabastiano that he learns of an abandoned puppet theatre in the basement of the rectory. The puppets, he hopes, will help him teach his bible lessons and reconnect the children to God in a fun and interactive way.

But the puppets... well... they have other ideas.

I'm sure you can guess where things go from here. A heavy wooden box long hidden in the basement. Stuffed full of handcrafted creepy ass dolls. Just waiting for someone to come along and release them? It's all fun and games until the sun goes down and the strings come loose.

It's a quick, engrossing read that's really well written. It's dark and chilling and sure, there's a lot of set up and exploration into the church and the nuns and Father Gaetano before the good stuff really starts to kick in but there's enough build up and tension working its way through the storyline that I was ok with the whole thing. Oh, and... I'm only just now learning that the author is the dude behind Hellboy.




Julia by Sandra Newman

Sandra Newman's Country of Ice Cream Star is one of my all time favorite books. Nothing she's written since has come close in my opinion but I'm always excited when I see a new book from her. And somehow this one passed under my radar for a while. I was browsing our new B&N in the science fiction section and nearly whooped when I saw it sitting there.

Julia is a feminist retelling of Orwell's classic novel told through the lens of... well... Julia, where Winston is almost relegated to a full fledged background character, and I have to admit... I wasn't really the biggest fan of 1984. I read it more than 20 years ago and gave it a low rating but didn't write a review for it and god help me if I can remember what I didn't like about it or the specifics outside of the obvious - big brother is always watching and privacy is a thing of the past and people will get tortured and killed for getting caught just thinking anti-BB thoughts - ... but honestly, I quite enjoyed this modernized version.

I see a lot of people bashing it and finding fault with it but I thought it was creative as hell and kind of fun too. I mean, I just admitted that I had mostly forgotten what was in the original and 100% can't remember how it ended so ... what am I really comparing it to, you know? For me, it's totally it's own thing!

You should give it a shot. Maybe you can help remind me of the ways in which it deviated from Winston's POV.




When the Wolf Comes Home by Nat Cassidy

The deeper into the book I got, the more certain I was that this was going to be a 5 star read for me but the ending messed with the pace of the book and felt a little too rushed. I was one hundred percent strapped in and hanging on for dear life until those final pages. Did Cassidy always know that was how it would end, or did he sit there after the big boss fight and wonder "what now"? You know that meme /tik tok thing that's been going around where the person's looking at things and deciding "hmm, no... eh... oh hehehe yeaaah", saying yes to the worst possible choice. I dunno, I kinda felt like that's what he did there at the end.

Don't let my reaction to those final pages scare you aware though. The book as a whole was pretty bad ass. You think it's going to be your typical scary werewolf story but it's so much more than that while also not that at all. It's about jerk fathers and lonely kids and making bad choices and living with their consequences. It's part Twilight Zone, part survival horror, and a whole lot of omg I can't stop turning the pages to see what's going to happen next.

I love what Cassidy's been doing and how he kind of reinvents himself with every book he writes. Can't wait to see what's next.

Tuesday, January 21, 2025

Jennifer Spiegel's Three "Top Fives"

 

First, however, I want to thank TNBBC for working hard on behalf of the “literati.” As I prepped this, I realized that I’ve guest-posted here an amazing five times, dating back to 2012, when my first book was published. Thank you, TNBBC!

 

Second, I’m now into it, into the thick of it, this writing life. I never think I want something else. I have regrets and sorrows—but I have to admit: I don’t foresee some kind of midlife crisis about my vocational choice to “be a writer” (though money would be nice).

 

So, in honor of my fifth book, Kids Without Horses (description below), I thought I’d give you a glimpse into this, um, “writing life.”

 


My Top 5 Most Humiliating Writer-At-Large Moments 

(these are pretty tongue-in-cheek, because there have been MANY agonizing moments I can't even talk about)

 

a.      A.  Reading to no one at a busy cafe in Seattle:

I read at the Wayward Coffeehouse in June 2019, when I was “touring” (I arranged a few dates) for my novel, And So We Died, Having First Slept. Though I swear I booked ahead, I apparently was not expected. They were, like, Well, you can go do it over there. I had a box of books, my husband, and two Seattle friends (embarrassing). I stood up and announced, “I’m the entertainment” (this is my husband’s favorite part). Then, I read. No one paid attention. Maybe one guy did.



a.       B. Not having a profound moment with David Sedaris at a book-signing:

In November 2017, I went to a Sedaris reading. I have a whole “Ode to David Sedaris” in Kids Without Horses, so you might say I’m into his writing. When I got to the front of the book-signing line, I was really hoping for this epiphanic moment, some kind of kismet between us, like Sedaris and I would bond over our mutual aesthetic concerns. Sedaris is actually known for trying to be nice to the people in line. And that was just it. He was very nice to me. He asked me what I did. He signed my book. The End. Nothing magical happened. Only my husband who was watching us detected my private humiliation. David Sedaris did not look deep into my eyes and say, “I know you . . .”



Here's a better photo, taken by my friend—Geoffrey Varga: Sedaris pretending to read my book.



C.  Not selling a single book at numerous events, including a reading with Lydia Millet at Antigone Books in Tucson:

In December 2012, we read together (arranged by Antigone) and we sat side-by-side at a table for the book-signing—not a soul came up to me, except for my best friend since second grade. And she had already read my book. WAIT A MINUTE! As I was writing this, I remembered that Stacey Richter, who wrote My Date With Satan and Twin Study, attended for me (!) because I reached out to her as a fan! So it was my best friend and Stacey Richter!




D. Falling flat on my face in the book fair at the Associated Writing Programs Conference (AWP) in Portland (2019) when I was trying very hard to be cool.

No photo exists, thank God. I was probably wearing those same clothes as above, likely holding a hot coffee, and some trendy writer-dude probably asked me if I was okay. And then I said, Oh, I’m fine! (He couldn’t see my skinned knees. Miraculously, my lip wasn’t busted open.) Coolness, you elude me, bro.

 

E. On a serious note, having the rug pulled out from under me when my pub closed shop and I decided to self-publish And So We Die, Having First Slept.

No one actually asks about my self-publishing thoughts, and it’s not easy to even talk about it in this Brave New World, but there were many ramifications from self-publishing. I can’t say I’m a fan. I did not enjoy the experience.


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My Top 5 Books, Movies, or TV Shows That Compelled Me to Positively Fold While Watching For Some Peculiar Writer-Reason 

(even though I might like others better)

 

a. Sex, Lies, and Videotape, especially Andie MacDowell’s singular performance

b. Succession, especially Jeremy Strong with his spectacular acting

c. The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger. I will never not say that this is my favorite book.

d. The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera. It’s not my favorite book. That movie killed me, though.  

e. Home by Marilynne Robinson. I don’t know. I read it and might have heard Peter Frampton singing “Show Me the Way” in the background.


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My Top 5 Writer-Sorrows 

(not to be confused with familial or existentialist or soul-crushing personal sorrows, OR humiliations)

 

a.    a.      I'll probably never get to see The Cure in concert. I feel like this is important.
b.       I never got to be friends with Amy Krouse Rosenthal. I’m sad that I discovered her only after she died in 2017 at the age of fifty-one.
c.       When the editor of my first novel, Love Slave, asked my husband and I if we wanted to have dinner after my Colorado reading in 2012, I initially said no—not because of him (Fred Ramey) but because it was late and I didn't get the etiquette (my editor was asking me to dinner!)—and this embarrasses me to think about. We went for dinner with him that night anyway, because my husband kinda let me know that I was supposed to say yes, and I was, like, Oh! I am? Okay. I mean, I just didn't get it. Did Fred feel slighted? Did he realize I’m awkward? (I think so.) Wait, how do I schmooze? I don’t know how to schmooze! NO WONDER MY BOOKS DON’T SELL.
 
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a.       d.      I guess I think the stereotype of the eccentric artist who suffers, often alone, is true—even though I think it's now uncool to claim any kind of singularity. So I'm saying that writing is a bit sad. Writers are in tune with sorrow. Sting: King of Pain?

b.       e.      I love my audience—I do. But I'm a bit resigned to not being widely read. I can deal. Don't worry. But it's a sorrow. 

 

And that, my friends, are my Top Fives. Five books out there. Each breaks my heart just a little. Each is a secret treasure too.

 

What is Kids Without Horses? This is a collection of weird creative nonfiction pieces. In this personal pet-project of sorts, gathered and shaped when Covid hit through mid-2024, Jennifer Spiegel brings together some previously published pieces, an “Ode to David Sedaris,” and a little Gen X-obsessing. The topics are diverse: Philosophizing over Pulp Fiction or recalling Spiegel’s failure to pass the Foreign Service Exam might give way—and often does—to thoughts on creative writing and Art (uppercase “A”). Frankly, this is a myopic, personal, and eclectic collection. It’s okay to repeat that: a myopic, personal, and eclectic collection. From Red Square and Dublin to Oklahoma and Brooklyn, from Nelson Mandela and Michael Scott to Donald Trump and Larry David, from Rick Springfield and Ethan Hawke to U2 and Elena Ferrante, Spiegel writes with, well, gusto on religion and race and rock ‘n’ roll. This is, at the end of the day, unorthodox orthodoxy. #Truth.

 

Who is Jennifer Spiegel? Jennifer Spiegel is a writer and professor. She is the author of four other books: The Freak Chronicles, Love Slave, And So We Die, Having First Slept, and Cancer, I’ll Give You One Year. She’ll soon be an empty-nester living in Massachusetts with her husband and pets. No one ever let her name a cat “Bono” or “Dave Chappelle.”


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This is a collection of weird creative nonfiction pieces. In this personal pet-project of sorts, gathered and shaped when Covid hit through mid-2024, Jennifer Spiegel brings together some previously published pieces, an “Ode to David Sedaris,” and a little Gen X-obsessing. The topics are diverse: Philosophizing over Pulp Fiction or recalling Spiegel’s failure to pass the Foreign Service Exam might give way—and often does—to thoughts on creative writing and Art (uppercase “A”). Frankly, this is a myopic, personal, and eclectic collection. It’s okay to repeat that: a myopic, personal, and eclectic collection. From Red Square and Dublin to Oklahoma and Brooklyn, from Nelson Mandela and Michael Scott to Donald Trump and Larry David, from Rick Springfield and Ethan Hawke to U2 and Elena Ferrante, Spiegel writes with, well, gusto on religion and race and rock ’n’ roll. This is, at the end of the day, unorthodox orthodoxy. #Truth.