Ibi Zoboi quickly situates her readers in Detroit, through Fabiola’s view of American Street. And Zoboi’s 2017 novel feels particularly timely as Fabiola arrives in the United States with her mother, but continues her journey alone—after her mother is detained by immigration authorities. Fabiola stays in her mother’s sister’s
Earlier in June, I was saying that I had read another seven books towards this challenge, and here they are. By Ojibwe/Cree, Dene/Métis, Swampy Cree-Beaver Clan of the Opaskwayak Cree Nation, Secwépemc, Haisla/Heiltsuk, Couchiching First Nation/Ojibwe] authors. Nope, I’m not deliberately selecting different nations; that’s happening by-the-by. For those
Earlier this month—with Indigenous History Month in mind—I wrote about Thomas King’s latest Thumps Dreadfulwater mysteries, and my theme of Indigenous reading for this year’s Toronto Public Library Reading Challenge, including seven books by Indigenous writers that align with challenge themes. Now, on the other side of Indigenous Peoples’
“Like any self-respecting Russian artisan, Ivan Yakovlevich was a terrible drunkard,” Gogol tells us. But he waits to share this—until after we have seen the nose that Ivan discovers inside a freshly baked loaf of bread—so that we don’t mistake the nose for a drunken hallunication. Whenever Ivan barbers
Over the weekend, I started to pull Summer Reading options from various bookcases. I’d been wondering aloud, last week, about how to mark the distinction between spring and summer. The fledgling stack is an excellent reminder that I should write about my spring reading now, while the scent of
