The other day I wrote about the pair of Heinemann Classics I’ve read this year. Maybe you’ve seen their quintessential orange and black and white covers. They look a little like the vintage Penguins some people collect. But mostly I’ve been reading contemporary African writers. Sometimes, after Bill made
Now that it’s July, I’m re-examining the goals I had in mind earlier this year, checking to see whether my plans have aligned with my reading choices so far. A few days ago, I wrote about one of my slow-reading projects this year, and in a few days
Today’s discussion includes four more books by Indigenous authors adding to the previous days’ bookchat (one, two, three, four), sparked by Indigenous Peoples Day on June 21st. In Joseph Kakwinokanasum’s My Indian Summer (2022) the chapters are named for songs from Hunter’s youth: from “Love Will Keep us Together”
Just a few pages into Jessica J. Lee’s Dispersals, I was wholly hooked (the mention of “belonging” in the subtitle got me part way there). One of those reading experiences where you feel as though you are connecting not-so-much with a book but with a way of seeing, a
Amid the cacophony of resolutions and reflections, I’ve begun reading in January before I’ve shared my thoughts on past and future reading years of 2022 and 2023. But The Australian Legend’s Week of Australian Women Writers, which highlights science-fiction writers beginning here, has inspired me to share my
