Supply chain issues are hitting books hard, and if there are new ones you’d like to order for yourself or as gifts for the holidays, it sounds like it would be a good idea to place the orders now. Here are a few of the new books I love (and have mentioned in recent newsletters), if you’re not sure where to start.
- Honorée Fanonne Jeffers’ The Love Songs of W.E.B. Du Bois, an extraordinary novel, one of my very favorites of recent years, recently longlisted for the National Book Award (her poetry collection The Age of Phillis, also a marvel, was also a National Book Award contender last year)
- Rebecca Donner’s All The Frequent Troubles of Our Days: The True Story of the American Woman at the Heart of the German Resistance to Hitler (which has been unavailable because of supply chain problems since shortly after it was published, became an instant New York Times bestseller, and sold out)
- Kaitlyn Greenidge’s gorgeous second novel, Libertie
- Sarah Schulman’s Let the Record Show, a history of AIDS activism and ACT-UP
- Ashley Ford’s compassionate, wrenching, gently triumphant memoir Somebody’s Daughter
I apologize for lacking the wherewithal right now to explain my enthusiasm and persuade you why you should read these books. I just finished reviewing my first-pass pages and shipping them off about a half-hour ago, and my brain is ready for dinner, a beer, and a long evening dog walk. But if you’re looking for good things to read, click through, take a look, and if a couple sound interesting to you, trust.
In other news, I received a handful of Ancestor Trouble galleys in the mail on Friday. I knew they were coming but I was still somehow so stunned, holding one in my hands, I wasn’t sure what to do. Max suggested that I take a photo with one of my granny’s quilts that the designer, Rachel Ake, was thinking about as she designed the cover. So I did.
Also, a smol black kitten showed up at our house! I believe the land and the trees and my ancestors and the storm sent her, and I understand if you need to pretend that you didn’t read this sentence. We sternly agreed that we could not keep her, and our resolve lasted about a day. Now her name is Ida Mary and we are slowly integrating her with the other animals. The elder cats are hurt and indignant, but I’m hopeful they will succumb to the kitten’s charm before too long, or at least seethe with less hissing and growling and more confidence in their place around here.