Set in a village on the outskirts of Norway, Hanne Ørstavik’s Love tracks the lonesome paths a single mother and her young son take over the course of a single winter’s night.
Empathy isn’t just something that happens to us—a meteor shower of synapses firing across the brain—it’s also a choice we make: to pay attention, to extend ourselves.
—Leslie Jamison, “The Empathy Exams”
The books I’m reading over the weekend, all on the NBA shortlists, range from a collection of short stories set in Florida to a novella about a single mom who recently has moved to a quiet village in northern Norway.
An unexpected turn in luck has led to me culling many of the books on my shelves, and forced me to consider why that might not be a bad thing.
Some people think of reading only as a kind of escape: an escape from the “real” everyday world to an imaginary world, the world of books. Books are much more. They are a way of being fully human.
—Susan Sontag, Where The Stress Falls
Mini reviews of titles I read this spring, all from indie publisher Dzanc Books: The Lost Daughter Collective, Animals Eat Each Other, and The One You Get.
Weekly updates and mini review of Rebecca Solnit’s Hope in the Dark.