Years ago, working in a bookshop and reading reviews for the first time in my life, I learned of a new volume of non-fiction by V.S. Naipaul and decided that I would never read his books. I don’t remember why exactly, but he has been criticized over the years
Almost straight away after Simon and Kaggsy chose 1961 for the current club year, I started to come across references. As in Stacey D’Erasmo’s memoir, The Long Run (2024) which draws a clear connection between one writer’s life and work and the values of the era: “We believed in
As part of our collaboration, reading across borders, Rachel “discovered” Genevieve Graham’s Bluebird, set in Windsor Ontario, and I found a copy of Ibi Zoboi’s American Street, set in Detroit, at the local library. Neither of us chose for the other, but we shared our picks in advance
Rachel (Life of a Female Bibliophile) and I have been reading books set in our respective “hometowns” for a long time, but this project is about making time to read a book set directly on the other side of the border in the other person’s hometown, at a
At the beginning of the past eight Novembers, I have thought how long a month is, when you’re thinking about a single author over the course of 30 days; at the end of each of those Novembers, I have thought how short it is, this time we have together.
