2023 Books In Review

This year, I read 35 books, which is not quite as many as I wanted. 16 of those were graphic novels. 19 were traditional books. 19 were by women or non-binary folks, which is pretty good! I read three non-binary authors (primarily comics), and one book by a trans person. I read four non-fiction books, and a fair amount of sci-fi and fantasy. 

The running theme for books I liked the most this year was intimacy. The books where we got to be up close to the characters in a meaningful way was the best for me. I think I’m a little burned out on big old epic fantasy stuff, and I find myself craving things that are more intimate and scope.

The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet by Becky Chambers was not quite the swashbuckling space adventure I was expecting, but instead was an intimate portrait of a found family in a series of vignettes. The stakes are not saving the universe, or anything of the like, but instead tunneling through space to make a galactic roadway essentially. While I was slightly disappointed initially, this is a book that I have thought back to a fair amount since reading, which is always a nice feeling when something grows in your estimation.

A book that I knew I liked immediately was The Fisherman, by John Langan. While touching the cosmic horror, this book is more about intimacy, a portrait of grief and loss across a swath of times, as well as how that continues to be a motivator for different characters. The voice is the key for this one, especially our narrator from the outset who reminded me of those old Usenet stories I used to read as a teenager. It’s a specific older voice, that’s still sort of funny. I liked it, and recommended it to a fair few folks. 

I took a few recommendations this year, and the best was No Great Mischief, by Alistair MacLeod, a saga about a family in Cape Breton but again, heartbreaking close to the characters and all of the good and ill that befalls them. Kate Beaton referenced Alistair MacLeod a fair amount in talking about Ducks last year, and I can understand why..

Of all the comics I read, the ones I liked the most were Yokohama Kaidashi Kikou vol 1 and 2. I used to be a big Dresden Codak reader, and she referenced them as a big inspiration on her work, and notoriously they were not available in English until 2023.These are comfy, cozy, breezy, but also thoughtful works. They’re elegiac almost, and make me want to wander rural countrysides. Essentially, a nice robot woman runs a cafe. That’s it. Some people visit her, she makes them coffee. But they’re just so nice!

The other two worth mentioning are great writing: David Grann’s The Wager: A Tale of Shipwreck, Mutiny, and Murder and Kelly Link’s White Cat, Black Dog both spring to mind. Just solid writing that sticks with you, potent images. The Wager is a wild historical novel that you barely believe is real, but it 100% happened and there are thousands of documents to prove it. White Cat, Black Dog was a good read in New Zealand, and effectively was the last thing I read in 2023 that I finished. I did abandon a fair few books in 2023, which is entirely okay. 

The full list of everything I read:

Novels:

  1. Upright Women Wanted, by Sarah Gailey
  2. Into the Drowning Deep, by Seanan MacGuire
  3. The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet by Beck Chambers
  4. The Fast and the Furriest, by Sophie Ryan (the worst thing I read all year)
  5. The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue, by V.E. Schwab
  6. Mercury Pictures Presents, by Anthony Marra
  7. Hanging Out: The Radical Power of Killing Time, by Sheila Liming
  8. Living with a Wild God, by Barbara Ehrenreich
  9. The Wager, by David Grann
  10. The Fisherman, by John Langan
  11. Ascension by Nicholas Binge
  12. Patricia Wants to Cuddle, by Samantha Allen
  13. Manhunt, by Gretchen Felker-Martin
  14. Hell Bent, by Leigh Bardugo
  15. Killers of the Flower Moon, by David Grann
  16. The Magician’s Daughter, by H.G. Parry
  17. No Great Mischief, by Alistair MacLeod
  18. Carpe Jugulum, by Terry Pratchett
  19. White Cat, Black Dog, by Kelly Link

Graphic Novels:

  1. Reign of X, Vols 11 – 14
  2. Inferno, by Jonathan Hickman
  3. Double Walker, by Michael Conrad
  4. Usagi Yojimbo, Vol 1. By Stan Skai
  5. Whiteout: Compendium, by Greg Rucka
  6. The Goon: Library Edition, by Eric Powell
  7. Real Hero Shit, by Kendra Wells
  8. Yokohama Kaidashi Kikou, Vol 1 and 2, by Hitoshi Ashinano.
  9. Do A Power Bomb, by Daniel Warren Johnson (perhaps the other great graphic novel I read)
  10. Cat Diary, by Junji Ito
  11. Mall Goth, by Kate Leth
  12. The Mysteries by Bill Watterson

That’s it! I’d like to read more this year, especially more things that wow me. My GoodReads to-read list overflows.

2022 Books in Review

Comic books. That’s what I read the most this year. I read a lot of comic books, graphic novels, and the like. Of course, I read plenty of action, some non-fiction, some big books, short books, and books about movies. I thought I’d read more fantasy and sci-fi, but didn’t. Maybe next year. I found myself attracted to books that I could get lost in, as this year was not great for me. My mom had cancer, and then died in July, and that cast a pall over the year. So I really wanted books that weren’t too sad that could take my mind off of that. That has usually meant a lot of comic books, but also other things.

The Fall, or Dodge in Hell, by Neal Stephenson
I have long counted Neal Stephenson as one of my favorite authors. I’ve re-read Cryptonomicon several times, I loved Snowcrash and the System of the World Books, as well as the Diamond Age. I bounced off Anathem at first brush, but liked it when returned to it. Reamde was a bit different, more actiony than I was expecting, but not bad necessarily, but Seveneves was really weird. The Rise and Fall of D.O.D.O. has some vintage Stephenson weirdness, but this is the one that really left me cold. Stephenson has always been interested in people who disrupt systems, and the implications of that. That’s ranged from speculative to historical, but around Reamde, it began to concern Billionaires and the super-rich as the protagonists, because that is who has the power to affect huge systemic change, rather than the weirdo hacker types that used to populate his novels. This has the effect of distancing my sympathies from his characters, and also makes them less funny. His earlier books used to have me giggling with his dry wit, but they’re so humorless these days, it’s especially noticeable from Anathem onward. I’m less interested than ever in grabbing the latest Stephenson novel, instead keen to explore other authors.

Kissa by Kissa, by Craig Mod
A small print book by a nice writer based in Japan who goes on long walks (long, long walks) and writes about them. A smaller version of this book appeared as an article in several places exploring specific Japanese cafe cultures, and their history serving pizza toast. I was really taken with the article, and grabbed the book, which is slim and filled with photographs by the author. It’s given me a greater appreciation for Japan, which is a country and landscape that’s grown on me quite a bit since visiting in 2019 for our honeymoon.

I used to think of international travel as “GO SEE ALL THE WORLD” and like many folks, had a wishlist of places to visit. I never imagined myself return to some of these places. Yet, as I read more meditative works and see more photos of Japan, I feel called to return.

Nightbitch, by Rachel Yoder
A funny, wild book about motherhood, the monstrous feminine, how women put up with so much bullshit about their life, and being a messy person. I’m very much looking forward to the film adaptation.

Madhouse at the End of the World, by Julian Sancton
My favorite non-fiction book of the year that I read. The Belgica was a Belgian Scientific Expedition to the Antarctic in 1897. Humanity knew next to nothing about Antarctica, and the crew was deeply unprepared. Yet, a young Roald Amundsen and older Dr. Frederick Cook helped save the crew as they became the first folks to survive a winter on the Antarctic ice. There’s a tremendous amount of willpower, science, and humanity on display, with a wonderful portrait of the crew thanks to amazing research by Sancton. If you like adventures and science, I highly encourage a read. It’s amazing the things they pioneered, how techniques they used are still used, and how some things they experienced are still yet-to-be-explained phenomena (your body does NOT want you be in the Antarctic). 

The Seaplane on Final Approach, by Rebecca Rukeyser
A fascinating novel where our main character is actually relatively passive, willingly so. But at the same time, things do happen in this novel that portrays a summer at an Alaskan island resort. But Rukeyser manages to portray the real-life circumstances where things happen to you that you may have had a hand in, but you didn’t necessarily cause, so you have to learn to roll with the punches. A fascinating study in alternative plotting techniques, with a nice wry narrator.

A Desolation Called Peace, by Arkady Martine
One of my favorite books that I read this year. Arkady Martine’s space opera diptych is so well sketched out, so focused on interpersonal and large scale politics, communication, and the implications of communication. It’s full of big characters that I loved. 

The Summer Book, by Tove Jansson
A series of vignettes for adults written by the creator of the Moomins. Read in the early summer if you can. Reminded me of My Family and Other Animals, by Gerald Durrell, in a good way.

Feet of Clay, by Terry Pratchett
Much has been written about how Pratchett manages to weave incredibly silly jokes with prescient social commentary. They are not wrong, and I really enjoy his books for whisking me away to Discworld.

Nona the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir
A good follow up to the smash hits of Gideon the Ninth and Harrow the Ninth. I understand why this became a full novel. It really hits home the stakes of the bigger battles, and gives us an intimate portrait of what living under a necromancer god-king would be like, day-to-day. Also, has some good jokes and an absolutely lovely narrator.

When I’m Gone, Look for Me in the East, by Quan Berry
It took me so long to read this book, which seemed intentional. Each chapter is just two-three pages, and they’re written like zen koans. This is appropriate, given that the book is about Mongolian Buddhist monks searching for a reincarnation of one of their elders. The writing mixes plot with elemental considerations of the self, and I kept reaching a few chapters on the bus, and staring out the window in thought, based on roads the book had lead me down. Extremely different from her other book, We Ride Upon Sticks, but still very good. 

Ducks, by Kate Beaton
Kate Beaton is well known for her immaculate line drawing comics of history and Victorian literature in funny circumstances, and also Fat Pony. She took several years to write an amazing portrait of her life working in the Alberta Tar Sands that doesn’t sugar coat anything about working there, but instead humanizes the people who work there, the circumstances they toil under, what that does to the human psyche, and how resource extraction has a long, long history of also harvesting the poor and working class of Canada. I cannot recommend reading it enough.

X-Men Graphic Novels:
House of X/Power of X
Dawn of X
X of Swords
Reign of X

A few years ago, Marvel let Jonathan Hickman and some other writers really move the X-Men books forward. For a long time, mutants have been struggling with humanity, and that has involved time travel, alternate dimensions, giant de-powering events, additional mutations, and internecine conflict. At the same time though, the plot beats began to become a bit stale: mutants in hiding, mutants struggling to be accepted, mutants constantly on the back foot. Hickman posits something else entirely, which is what if the mutants could flourish? What if Magneto’s dreams could be realized and mutants could be safe? What would their stories look like then? How could writers tell different stories with the huge cast of mutants?

Some really interesting stuff has occurred, though I realized by reading so many of these that I miss some of the solo titles. I also read a mid-2010’s run on Daredevil where he’s more of a swashbuckler and loved those. When reading seven different X-books (X-Men, X-Factor, X-Force, The Marauders, Excalibur, The New Mutants, Hellions, Wolverine, Cable, S.W.O.R.D., Children of the Atom) I found myself missing more specific focus on characters. But at the same time, it’s a nice little soap opera with pretty art that made me like comic books again.

Everything Else I read:

My Heart is a Chainsaw, by Stephen Graham Jones

Baggywrinkles, by Lucy Bellwood

Mythos, by Stephen Fry

How to Do Nothing, by Jenny Odell (re-read)

Riders, by Jilly Cooper

The Bone Orchard, by Sara Mueller

The Age of Cage, by Keith Phipps

Blood, Sweat, and Chrome: The Wild and True Story of Mad Max: Fury Road, by Kyle Buchanan

The Lady from the Black Lagoon, by Mallory O’Meara

God Save the Girls, by Kelsey McKinney

One Good Turn, by Kate Atkinson

The Decagon House Murders, by Yukito Ayatsuji

The Golden Thread, by Kassia St. Clair

The Crossroads at Midnight, by Abby Howard

The Midnight Library, by Matt Haig

Xenozoic, by Mark Schultz

The Cartographers by Peng Shepherd

Giovanni’s Room, by James Baldwin

That’s it! Now I’m going to eat some fruit cake or something.

2021 Films in Review

I watched so many goddamn movies in 2021. Over 150, which I think maybe the most in my whole life. I gained weight this year, perhaps because instead of going outside, I watched TV and movies. I mentioned last year, and it remains true this year, that my movie watching has been significantly influenced by Letterboxd, a website (and app) for movie lovers. It can be as solitary or social as you want it to be. You have a diary of watching movies, can create a watchlist (my original attraction), and make other lists. This year, I regularly explored strange film lists, read interesting film writing that led me to other films, and listened to movie podcasts to help me understand and contextualize films, and appreciate some movies that I had previously pooh-poohed. I would say that film is where I put most of my focus this year in terms of cultural cache and interest.

Similar to previous years, Staehli and I did theme nights of double features. We watched older films (better than last year’s Baron Von Terror schlock-fests). I saw 6 movies in theaters, 31 international movies, and 8 animated films. I re-watched 29 films. We did almost two solid months of horror films, including nearly a film-a-day in October. I watched a movie from every decade from 1930 to present, though the vast majority were focused from 1980 – Present. It’s relatively well spread out, with the 1980s and 90s sounding in at 26 films a piece, slightly less for the 2000s, and then back up to around 30 for the 2010s, and then over 30 for 2020s. We bought movies for one another for the first time in years, and talked a great deal about certain films.

You can see my thoughts on Letterboxd here.

Favorites:

Moonstruck (1987): Everything everyone has said is true, this is amazing. A young Nicolas Cage and Cher make for a dynamic couple. It’s funny, it’s romantic, it’s Italian.

Bound (1996): The first Wachowski Sisters films is a taught noir film featuring two lesbians, the incredible Jennifer Tilly and Gina Gershon as dual femme fatales. It’s so tightly edited, tense, and amazing. 

The Taking of Pelham 1-2-3 (1974): Gangsters hijack a subway. Truly an amazing movie with a great final shot. But also, what a New York Movie! I love all of the NYC stereotypes that show up in this, and the casual diversity. What gem of a movie.

Police Story (1985): Saw this one twice, once at home and once for Staehli’s birthday when we rented out Central Cinema. Fabulous both times. The stunt work is amazing here, the story is a bit loosey-goosey, but what movie!

Bacurau (2019: A surreal, beautiful, kinda pulpy Brazilian film. Another review I read summed this up perfectly: Brazilian John Carpenter Spaghetti Western.

The Hunt of the Wilderpeople (2016): One of Taika Watiti’s best. Funny, full of heart, but also a little sad too.

Picnic at Hanging Rock (1975): Scary, yet not a horror film. Amazing cinematography, haunting score. I also love the urban legend that this actually happened (it did not).

Personal Shopper (2016): A ghost story. Kristen Stewart brings trepidation, hallowed out grief, desire, and more to this intimate, fascinating story. I loved it more than I thought it would. 

Luca (2021): This was utterly delightful. A low stakes Pixar movie. Not everything needs to be about saving the world! Some things can be allegorical, or just plain low stakes. This almost read as a Ghibli movie. I had a delightful time.

The Wolf of Snow Hollow (2020): I picked this up because I watched Werewolves Within and Letterboxd reviewers mentioned this one. I found the blend of horror, comedy, drama, and thriller wonderful. The editing is so propulsive, it never lets it’s total asshole main character off the hook, every actor gives their character so much life, the editing makes this so sharp. I had a delightful time. A great horror film that is a tight 90!

Barb and Star Go to Vista Del Mar (2021): The best time I had inebriated watching a movie. Silly, funny, nearly Muppet-esque in its anarchy, a smashing musical number, and again, relatively low-stakes. Give me more movies like this.

Out of Sight (1998): Still great, perhaps my favorite of Soderberg’s (who is the Director I most watched this year). He’s capable of harnessing Clooney’s charm, a great turn from Jennifer Lopez, and plenty of lovely side characters. Romantic, sexy, and slickly made. A great time at the movies.

The Fog (1980): The tightest of tight 90s. I loved it, my favorite Carpenter film. Spooky, atmospheric, but also direct! We know what the stakes are very early on. 

Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day (2008): Frothy, delightful, but also technically sound. Good blocking, smart camera moves, a bit theatrical but at the same time, the material calls for a bit of staginess. I had a fabulous time. Amy Adams is a delight, and so is Frances McDormand. Young and old romance!

But I’m a Cheerleader (1999): Surprisingly this LGBTQ focused flick has stood up relatively well! I had a great time with these characters embracing themselves. It was a great double feature with…

Hairspray (1988): Tons of fun. Campy, but not winky about it. Anarchic in the best way. Some of the attitudes are a little bit dated, but I had a blast.

The Matrix (1999): This really holds up, in part because the Wachowski’s are such King Fu nerds, they take their time with the editing, the choreography, and keep the shots mostly wide. How did people learn all the wrong lessons from this? This was one of my favorite movies as a teenager for story and aesthetic reasons (the aesthetics are a bit goofy today), but now from a craft point of view, I appreciate it a ton more.

The Apartment (1960): Baxter is kind of a drip (which is the point), but Shirley McClaine kills it, and Wilder directs the hell out of this. It’s surprising to me how dark some of these older movies are, and they don’t really shy away from it.

The Shining (1980): Staehli had never seen it. It’s as tense as I remember, those spooky big wide shots. The alcoholism hit the most this time.

Chungking Express (1994): Wong-Kar Wai’s big hit that is basically two stories smooshed together. This has stuck more in my head after my viewing. Initially, I liked it, but did not love it. Really beautiful to look at, but something didn’t quite hit me as much as I wanted. But those visuals have really stuck with me, the framing, the editing, specific compositions really make this a unique film.

Rumble in the Bronx (1995): Saw the original Hong Kong version, which is well worth it. The story beats are a little nutty, especially toward the end, but the action is a consistently better here through than most of Police Story 3 (excepting the end chase of that film, which is magnificent).  The tone whiplashes a bit, but it’s fun to see the grimy New York again, and there’s a ton of great stunts, with fun fights and some good gags.

The Shop Around the Corner (1940): The other Jimmy Stewart Christmas film. The basis for You’ve Got Mail, but this has a ton of charm. It’s funny to see this take place in Hungary, but once you sign up for the conceit, I like it quite a bit. May watch again in future holiday times. 

Speed Racer (2008): It’s a true lifelike cartoon. The Wachowski’s continue to innovate on action sequences, and now that I knew what I was getting in for, I liked this movie much more the second time around (it helps that I was much, much more sober this time). I liked how earnest it was, and like I said before, there’s real chemistry in this movie. 

Prospect (2018): I’d heard about this film before, but didn’t prioritize watching it. Staehli picked up a love for Pedro Pascal, so we watched this, and it was great! A good, tight sci-fi film (filmed in Washington!) with some good aesthetics, and smaller stakes than saving the galaxy. Totally recommend.

The Green Knight (2021): My first David Lowry film. Nicely shot, appropriately strange journey. I really had a great time with this in theaters. 

Body Double (1984): I had a lot more fun than I expected. I’ve only ever seen Mission Impossible and clips from Carrie of Brian De Palma’s work before, but know of his reputation as the artier, sleazier, contemporary of Steven Spielberg and George Lucas. I also knew a bit of Body Double’s history as not being kind to women. However, I was really taken with this twisty thriller. I loved that Brian De Palma had such a weak protagonist, and used framing to make the audience identify with him and then use the police inspector to pull back and reveal from a second perspective what a creep Jake was. He was gross! Unacceptable behavior! Then he goes down the rabbit hole, and the whole Frankie Goes to Hollywood scene is just gonzo amazing. So much fun. When was the last time a porn was like that?! The twisty lunacy just continues. Melanie Griffith serving hair inspiration for Kristen Stewart. I also really liked the wide shots, the split diopter, and the playing with focus. I sort of can’t believe the budget this got. I could see some of the influence on The Bling Ring, and other films.

A Fish Called Wanda (1988): I’d seen parts on TV, but never the whole thing. Really funny! Some broad humor, some subtle humor, some great looks for the characters. A pretty comforting movie. 

Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992): I saw this in college for class, and didn’t think of it much then, though the scene where Dracula cries “purple tears of emo and screams Vince” became part of our college lexicon. This time, it’s way better than I remember! Great production design, costuming, casting (amazing work from Anthony Hopkins). Just fabulous, go-for-it energy from Coppola. I think it’s reputation has gotten better. 

Bad Education (2020): Some career level work from Hugh Jackman here, who I think does well as characters who are hiding something (see: The Prestige). A tight little thriller based on a true story.

The Howling (1981): Way better than I thought it was going to be! Scarier, and much less cartoony that Joe Dante’s later work that I think Gremlin’s essentially crystalizes. Real scares, amazing transformation, totally recommend!

The Babadook (2014): This was so fucking scary. All in the editing.

Knife + Heart (2018): Moody modern giallo set in 1979 Paris and surrounding environs. A serial killer stalks the gay porn scene, brutally murdering men as they just try to live their lives. 

Filmed in bright 35mm, I wish the film had a bit more texture, but otherwise the lighting was great, and sometimes surprisingly moving. Also eerie, with some scenes in the countryside that were unnerving. It was good at finding unnaturally alone spaces. The score slaps.

Working Girl (1988): Harrison Ford never did too many romantic comedies, which is a shame because this one is so good. Everyone is great in this, and it’s also a very New York movie.

Luz (2018): A lean 70 minute European demonic possession film. More theatrical than cinematic, but effective nonetheless with some neat staging tricks. Very memorable, very effective, spooky but not too scary. Recommended!

Pretty Good:

Ocean’s Eleven (2001): There are so many wipes in this movie. I also like how everyone bags on Matt Damon.

Elvira, Mistress of the Dark (1988): I wish modern movies were this horny. Silly and funny, and not really scary at all.

The Great Mouse Detective (1986): Gorgeous animation with real personality. The characters are a little thin, but I had a great time, and the tension was always clear.

Double Indemnity (1944): This is objectively great, though not necessarily for me. Who’s playing who, great lighting, great plot set up, some good acting. I just had a hard time with how much Fred McMurray kept saying Baby. 

Matinee (1993): Way, way better than I suspected it may be. I’d long seen the poster on video store walls but been suspicious. It turns out that I was long wrong, and this is a love letter to terrible movies (that I watched all last summer and fall). It also brings out the joy of going to the movies, the surprising charm of actual child actors, the charisma of John Goodman. It’s got parts of Spielberg, but more venom to some of its jokes.

Carrie (1976): What really sells this movie is that we honestly care for Sissy Spacek’s Carrie in this film. She’s a weirdo, but we side with her, believe in her, which makes the ultimate dynamite end sequence all that more effective.

Scream (1996): The genre-aware murder-spree movie. Not quite as bloody as I remember (I remember it as truly horrific when I was 11 or 12), but still well done! The genre touchstone for so much that came afterward.

Police Story 2 (1988): Truly amazing stunts, with deeper stakes. I missed the manic energy of the last film, but this was really good. A more traditional story, but a great one.

Dune (2021): A serious blockbuster without too much sense of humor. An epic scale that I liked okay. 

Married to the Mob (1988): Michelle Pfeiffer is killer in this, everyone else is pretty good. It takes some weird twists.

Buffaloed (2019): Zoey Deutsch is compelling as a woman who becomes a Buffalo debt collector. She plays it all with verve, a manic hustle, who is barely keeping it together. I really liked the energy here.

Thoroughbreds (2017): You can tell it’s based on a play with the few set pieces and focus in dialogue, but what a tense film where you have to explore who’s playing who. Anya-Taylor Joy is good in this, but Olivia Cooke is the one who really sells me on this one.

The Informant (2009): This holds up! A silly film that is also filled with twists and turns. Loved the conceit of comedians playing straight roles.Reminds me of how much comedy is physical rather than verbal.

Commando (1985): So much better than I remembered. Just gloriously wild action movie bullshit. Nearly every single action movie trope is in this, and it’s all great.

Audition (1999): The slow moving Japanese horror film. Starts off as a melancholy exploration of being a widow, but the track that takes slowly leads to a horrific ending. Difficult to recommend because of the viscerally uncomfortable ending, but certainly effective. 

Last Night in SoHo (2021): I think I liked this more than most folks. It wasn’t what I was expecting, but certainly better than Baby Driver (in my mind).

Brigsby Bear (2017): One of the movies that I talked about the most unsolicited this year. The last shot leaves it open to interpretation, but we certainly took the darker version. Good to see Mark Hammill getting live action work unrelated to his past career.

Shiva Baby (2020): A rapidly descending breakdown of a girl at a Shiva with epic cringe, but somehow I really liked it?

The Rocketeer (1991): So many people die horribly in this PG Walt Disney film. A classic 90’s movie-movie with budgets for everything: costumes, sets, stunts, nice working actors for all the roles. I had a good time.

It Follows (2014): I had a better time with this film this time around. I found it easier to follow, and scarier actually. A great one.  

Whatever Happened to Baby Jane (1964): I never had a sibling, but this seems like taking sibling rivalry to a whole new level:

Evangelion 3.0 + 1.0 (2021): The real actual end of Evangelion goes out hopeful. Huh.

The Mask of Zorro (1998): Swashbuckling and never boring. Sexy, smoldering, charming leads dominate the screen. It’s got big budget 90’s production values. I loved it!

Redline (2008): Weirder and less psychedelic than I remember, but still amazing.

Gremlins (1984): A Holiday Tradition at this point

Escape from New York (1981): Theoretically I have seen this before but remembered nothing except Isaac Hayes. This was pretty good! I remember it as a more soaring film than the grittiness we get, but I still had a good time.

Palm Springs (2020): Good the second time around. Great chemistry between Samberg and Milotti. Good dynamics and the script is pretty clever. Part of my wishes we got a little more about Nyles’ background, but at the same time, it’s more about the mentality of being afraid to move forward. Milotti is the one who moves everything forward: Roy, escape, the relationship itself. In some ways, the whole thing is about her!

Side Effects (2013): So many shifting allegiances here. We start with Rooney Mara then Channing Tatum, then Jude Law, then others!! This movie is so damn twisty, what the fuck.

A Simple Favor (2018): Trashy, but so very fun. Great outfits and costuming in general. I forgot exactly how twisty it got at the end. 

The House of Gucci (2021): A soapy family drama with larger than life characters filmed like a realist drama. The contrast clashes a bit but I had fun with the whole thing. Jared Leto and Lady Gaga disappear into their roles, Adam Driver slow builds, and Al Pacino is pretty good!

Miracle Mile (1988): Good, but sad! That panic at the end is really, really effective. I have a difficult time buying the romance, which makes this less effective for me than some. I think the leads have chemistry, but Anthony Lane has the white knight syndrome that makes it difficult for me to sympathize with him.

Cowboy Bebop: The Movie

Train to Busan

The Good, The Bad, The Weird (2008): This is still wild, and that desert plain chase is epic, but it doesn’t hold together as well as I remember. “The good” is less fleshed out than he should be, my favorite is all the Song Kang Ho’s side business. The ending isn’t as good as it could have been, but overall, not a bad time.

Dredd: Solid action flick! A bit of misogyny throughout, but it’s light. The action is fun, and this a take on the Raid, though I liked this pacing better.

The Mitchells vs. The Machines (2021): Loved all the animation quirks and the quick humor and heart. A wonderful family film!

Muppets Most Wanted (2014):

A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984): Genuinely spooky!

Dragon Inn (1967): Great! You can tell King Hu is developing the language of action cinema. I’m not super versed in wuxia films, so grabbing the Criterion Disc and watching the scene breakdown was super helpful to get a sense for what exactly some of the editing was going for except being non-linear. Instead, it’s speed, especially in some of those wide shots, which are composed beautifully. It’s obvious this movie had an impact on Tarantino, but I prefer the simplicity (and unexpected directions this goes).

Heavenly Creatures (1994): Teens are just like that!

The Uninvited (1944): One of the first haunted house films. Ghosts Fight! Why don’t we see more rival hauntings?

I Married a Witch (1942): Cute! Veronica Lake really carries this, she’s like a modern girl dropped into a 1940’s film.

Wild Things (1998): Swamp noir with Neve Campbell, Matt Dillon, and Kevin Bacon. This movie knows what it is, and it’s better for it. 

Mystic Pizza (1988): Last year, we watched the great Slumber Party Massacre, and you could tell this film wasn’t written by a man (for the time). Instead, it was written by that writer/director. I wish she had been able to direct. This was cuter than I expected.

Elf (2003): Parts of this are very ridiculous in a good way, and some are ridiculous in a bad way. Some of the interstitial skits are great, the overall arching story is a little pat. Still not too bad though!

The Court Jester (1955): I remember this being a riot when I saw it in college, and while not quite as structurally sound as I’d like storywise (a few things are awfully convenient), a fair number of the jokes hold up. The evil king has some menace and Angela Lansbury has some too.

Ocean’s Twelve (2004): A very different movie from the first one. I understand much better what it’s doing aesthetically now than when I first saw it in theaters. More of Brad Pitt’s movie than George Clooney, and has more of that energy: freewheeling and kinetic.

Censor (2021): Disturbing! The ending sort of reminded me of Swiss Army Man almost, though this film blinks and that one never did. Instead, captures the brutal depression of Britain in the 80s.

The Suicide Squad (2021): Weird, enjoyably dumb, and everything works together.

Fine! 

The Holiday (2006): It’s fine! I wish the pace was not so lackadaisical. The ending felt a little blah?

Venom: Let There be Carnage (2021): It can really be hard to understand Tom Hardy some times. A tight 90!

Midnight Special (2016): I go back and forth on this film. It’s an interesting premise about belief, parenting, and more. Some good performances, but somehow it still feels loose? I kind of wanted it to be tighter, more suspenseful, but the suspense is rooted in who believes if the child has magic powers, and who believes the father is doing a good thing. It’s a film more interested in that than playing a chase quite straight.

Police Story 3: Supercop (1992): The last 20 minutes are perfect, before that is less lively. Michelle Yeoh doing great work with Jackie Chan, but it’s a lot of lead up to those last 20 minutes.

Wild at Heart (1990): This is totally nuts, and so very David Lynch. Now that I’ve seen Twin Peaks, I’m able to spot more of his quirks from this era: soap opera inspiration and emoting, strong music cues, strong psychosexual drama. It’s all there. It’s kind of unpleasant though, not quite as haunting as his other work, which I think I prefer.

The Lure (2015): Polish mermaid musical. Truly sensational, in that I experienced a lot of sensations while watching this: awe, fear, disgust, wonder, and bewilderment. The song lyrics didn’t half make sense to me, but I had a good time.

Rush Hour (1998): Actually not too bad action for an American Jackie Chan flick. This one really thrives in its stars’ charisma and some okay jokes. The music cues were super racist though.

Nosferatu: The Vampyr (1979): Gorgeous cinematography and synced score, with an otherworldly Klaus Kinski performance. This expands and rounds out the original Nosferatu in many ways. I particularly liked the inclusion of the plague rats and Lucy’s assertiveness.

At the same time, this is still a nearly silent film. It’s moody, dreamy, but can be a bit too languid for my taste. I wanted something more tense, but this was still good.

Friday (1995): I was prepared for something anarchic, given various memed moments from this film, but it was much more chill with more verbal set pieces, and anti-gun PSA tacked on. Not a bad hangout film. 

Muppets Take Manhattan (1984): I have seen part of this before, but never the whole thing. It is lumpier and less zanier than I remember, but it’s still Muppets! They have a good time, and I have a good time.

No Sudden Move (2021): Solid film that was way more somber than I expected. Full of twists, anti-capitalist rhetoric, and a movie about the past for the times.

Muppets Haunted Mansion (2021): It’s just the ride, but with Muppets. I miss the original writing, but ultimately it was fine. 

Hocus Pocus (1993): I had fun, even if some of my friends did not.

The Ring (2002): The horror sequences are good, but there are too few of them. It’s amazing this guy went on to do the Pirates of the Caribbean. 

Fright Night (1985): Lotta subtext in this one

Scream 2 (1997): This was appreciably dumb.

Wolf Guy (1975): Sonny Chiba plays a werewolf who never ever transforms. Some good action, but I felt like it dragged and dragged toward the end. 

Braindead (1992): What I wish all those dumb sci-fi and horror movies were actually like. Just delightfully gory and stupid. You see some of Peter Jackson’s sensibilities forming right there. 

Hugo (2011): I appreciate Martin Scorsese, but this became less about the kids, and more about film preservation, which is strange. 

Fright Night (2011): Saw this one before the older one. More twists than expected! Good sense of humor once it gets up and rolling. Some of the dialogue is kinda bad though. Colin Farrell says beer very strangely. 

Save Yourselves (2020): This film is trying to say something, and I’m not sure what. There’s a good monologue about masculinity, there’s some good fun about phones, there’s neat monster design, but then it all sort of added up into…what?

Anna and the Apocalypse (2017): what even was this musical zombie christmas movie in Scotland

Bit (2019): Totally fine vampire flick!

Greener Grass (2019): Gonzo humor. 

Bo Burnham: Inside (2021): I hope Bo Burnham is okay. Felt important at the time, and then I think I got embarrassed about liking it and re-assessed my evaluation.

Serial Mom (1994): Amazingly Campy

Okay: 

The Hudsucker Proxy (1994): I don’t get it.

Tenet (2020): This was more fun than I thought it would be. I read it as a neat commentary about the nature of blockbusters and also an excuse to make some cool action sequences. The car heist is the coolest part.

Stoker (2013): I liked the build up but by the last third, I felt like the story had overplayed its hand and I could see where it was going and lost interest. Great direction, but still a bit humdrum.

Mr. Vampire (1985): Some amazing stunts! Kinda weird Chinese vampire flick.

Werewolves Within (2021): This was cute!

Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End (2007): It’s really that 45 minute fight in the whirlpool. Goes really weird and I like it.

The Mummy (1932): The protagonist is a drip, Karloff is great (as is the makeup), the editing is a little sloppy. Still! I enjoyed a lot of the lighting, and you can tell the cinematographer knows their stuff (and that the director began in cinematography). Some really great shots and special effects especially for the time. I just wish the English folks weren’t so dumb.

Malignant (2021): Just… all the tropes. You can see where this is going a mile away. It’s so dumb, but nicely campy.

Repo Man (1984): Some good bits, but it doesn’t hang together quite the way that I want. Funny that I keep saying I want more anarchy, when an actual anarchist filmmaker gives me this, I say “meh.”

Hands on a Hardbody (1997): My only documentary of the year. Surprisingly riveting, but at the same time: what people are willing to do for an okay truck! It meant livelihood and freedom and a lot of other things. Sad that my preferred candidate didn’t win, but boy did she crack in a very specific way!

Onward (2020): This was okay! Some clever D&D jokes, some good animation, but the story felt overstuffed until the back half. Once they actually take the path of peril, then I felt like the characters actually had a chance to shine. I feel like Chris Pratt did well with what he was given but Tom Holland really was only so-so.

Nobody (2021): Some fun fight scenes, and a very silly plot. Nearly entirely disappeared from my memory after I watched it. 

Ginger Snaps (2000): Much more sisterly vibes, less queer vibes

The Great Wall (2016): Not as bad as I was led to believe. Some interesting action and choreography, and a neat concept. But boy does Matt Damon feel out of place here. He reminds me of another actor but I can’t place who. Pedro Pascal knew the assignment, as always. Willen Defoe is also here, doing okay. The beginning is muddled (also, that is when the edible was at full strength) but later was a-okay

An American in Paris (1951): Absolutely gorgeous set, costumes, choreography, and some witty one liners, all sunk by an aggressively creepazoid romance. All the actors are trying their best, but the structure and thin romance really left me hanging here.

Fear Street: 1994 (2021): This was the exact right kind of dumb schlock that I yearn for during the summer months.

Fear Street: 1978 (2021): Schlock at summer camp.

Fear Street: 1666 (2021): Be gay, do witchcraft? Enjoyable, and at the conclusion of the series, the themes that have has not been subtly laid down become full on text: white people suck, the rich will do anything to get what they want, and misogyny is historical and upheld.

My Big Fat Greek Wedding (2002): I cannot believe this made so much money. I think the guy doesn’t…look…great?

Avengers: Endgame (2019): Parts of this are fun, especially the time heist middle. Parts of it are definitely endings and feel sorta pro-forma. I have a lot of positive memories of the comic characters, and have felt pretty mixed about the movie portrayals at various points. Like I’m glad people connect to these characters who are ultimately about trying to be your best self, fighting for justice and good, but at the same time, this can be so simplistic, so obviously about do-gooding that I feel like it just skims the surface. But still, they made a big ole movie.

Gunpowder Milkshake (2021): Good enough action actually, in service of a parent issues feelings film that never quite establishes its own world. It feels like a strange blend of John Wick assassin world with almost a stagey musical bent.

Running Man (1987): A bunch of dudes in a terrible murder future with a barely coherent overarching plot. Like, what does the resistance stand for, and why are there no shots of people really changing? The whole world is barely set up. This is super silly, and also pretty homophobic, many dudes die of dick trauma.

The Cook, the Thief, His Wife, and her Lover (1989): Moving visual tableau, but the copy I had was plagued with terrible sound mixing, so I had a difficult time understanding what exactly was being said more than half the time. Michael Gambon chews the scenery.

Single All the Way (2021): Perfectly charming on its face, but the more you think about the implications of any character’s actions, it gets a little weird!

Mortal Kombat (2021): I am surprised at the hate! The action is legible, the fights are pretty good so long as they involve Sub Zero, the characters are shallow but get like one major character beat each (my biggest complaint is Jax getting stiffed), and it’s about the right combo of just serious enough and pretty cheesy. I could have used one final fight, but otherwise I had a great time.

The Long Kiss Goodnight (1996): I am surprised at all the love this gets! I was not a fan as much. Samuel L Jackson was great (and doing actual honest to god acting! It’s affecting), Geena Davis is a good actress, but terribly served by the script in my opinion. There’s just a lot going on, most of it for too long.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest (2006): Silly, and the the pacing starts sagging around halfway through, and I wish there was more Elizabeth

Johnny Mnemonic (1995): The technobabble is strong with this one.

Faster Pussycat, Kill, Kill (1965): This is a pretty well made B-movie, and apparently the most coherent by Russ Meyer, who I used to confuse regularly with Roger Corman. They are very different filmmakers, as the rest of Russ Meyer’s films are basically softcore porn. 

Monster Hunter (2021): I thought this was okay. Matt and Staehli, who love the games, had a terrible time.

Bad: 

Sweet Home Alabama (2002): This made the whole “barn wedding” aesthetic on Pinterest, and whole “big city girl has to go back to the country to really find love trope” big and we are worse for it.

JFK (1991): It’s an Oliver Stone movie, big emotions about justice, edited with an M-16, and featuring surprisingly big names. Everyone is in this! It’s also 3 fucking hours long. Overall, I think it muddles its facts, and it’s strange to watch this post-Trump, as some of this stuff reads a bit like someone getting red-pilled.

The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra (2001): A great send up of classically shitty movies, which I spent a lot of time watching last year. Clear homages to Teenagers from Outerspace, Plan 9, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, and Manos: Hands of Fate. Funny, but even at 90 minutes, a bit of a drag in the last third (like any of those movies).

Southland Tales (2006): Enjoyably incomprehensible. I loved this in college and was on it’s wavelength (it was a product of its times). Now, 15 years later, everything reads as not as urgent.

Godzilla vs. King Kong (2021): Not the right level of dumb. Where does ANY of that light underground even come from?!!

Kingsman: The Golden Circle (2017): This was so dumb, but enjoyably so, more than I expected. None of this is good, but it is at least mostly entertaining

Wonder Woman: 1984 (2020): Parts of this are better than I was expecting, but basically after Max becomes the stone, this just becomes utter nonsense

RocknRolla (2008): Way worse than I remembered. Plot convolutions for the sake of plot convolutions. Weak characters outside the Wild Bunch and Archy, and just sort of macho repellant.

And that was my big year in movies.

2021 Book List in Review

2021 was like 2020 in reverse, for my reading habits. Last year, the pandemic ground down my reading into a fine paste at the beginning, and it took time to recover and reintegrate reading back into my schedule. I had previously mostly read on public transit to and from work, so I had to make more deliberate time. I kept reading strong through early 2021 until petering out right around the time that we had to move from our apartment into our newly purchased townhome. I didn’t finish a book until October as we packed everything up, moved, and then settled into our new home. Then, it was slow going to get back in the habit. But the good news is that I finished several books that had been half-read since the beginning of the pandemic. I read a number of things I loved this year (though it seems like forever ago), and most was pretty good.

As for stats, I read predominantly women and non-binary authors (19 books), who published in the past decade. Many of those where white and American, though there were a smattering of authors of color: 2 Chinese, 2 Black, 1 Japanese, 1 Arab, and 1 Bi-Racial author.

Faves:

Artificial Condition, Rogue Protocol, Exit Strategies, and Network Effect by Martha Wells

I started The Murderbot Diaries late in 2020, and then burst into 2021 with these. Technically most of these are novellas, which I think is underrated as a form. All but Network Effect are around 150-200 pages of tight, pulpy science fiction with our non-gendered Murderbot friend. There’s an overarching story, but a central mission in each book, which breaks down well. There are some good twists and turns, and I heartily recommend the series.

We Ride Upon Sticks by Quan Barry

I really loved this book. It was my suggestion for book club, and I just fell in love. The story of a varsity Field Hockey Team in Darry, MA in the late 1980s who maybe develop witchy powers. It’s narrated in second person, it deals with silly and serious topics, from kissing to gender to sexual orientation to a perhaps sentient hairstyle. I loved this book a ton.

The Echo Wife, by Sarah Gailey

Some science fiction focuses on how a scientific advancement could affect a whole society. What changes would be wrought, and how would that play out? Gailey goes miniature, examining a divorced scientist couple who are seeking to perfect human cloning. What does that mean for this specific couple, the thorny wife and needy husband? There are plenty of twists and turns in this one, written in a steely, singular voice. This was gripping.

Mostly Dead Things, by Kristen Arnett

Some of the best fiction puts you in a place. “The setting is a character” has become a bit of a cliche, but it also is true. Arnett brings the poor Florida swamps to life, spotlit by a family taxidermy practice, and centers a difficult, borderline alcoholic, lesbian main character. Again, the voice comes through beautifully in this, but so does the process of attempting to change difficult things. It’s not easy, it requires false starts, fuck-ups, admissions, and perserveerance, and Arnett brings it all into gooey, gory life.

A Memory Called Empire, by Arkady Martine

The first of a science fiction diptych that gets into the complicated feelings of colonization, especially cultural colonization. Falling in love with a foreign culture, acknowledging its impact on yours, the differences, and how a separate culture views you and your culture. Martine invents made up space cultures for this, centering beautiful poetry and underhanded politics in the conquering empire, but the feelings are recognizable, especially in this point in time, discussing the colonizing of white points of view. It’s a good read, with a propulsive mystery at the center, and also features a neat technology to explore. I’m keen to read the second book next year.

Good: 

The Ladies of Grace Adieu by Susanna Clarke

A series of short stories by Susanna Clarke that all take place in a similar world as Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell. Some excellent eerie stories and creepy tales here. 

The Poppy War, by RF Kuang

A Silkpunk fantasy novel, incorporating Chinese culture and myths into a fantasy world, loosely based on Mao’s life. The first in a series, but this in particular was a brutal novel. Bad things happen all over the place, our lead character begins as dedicated and plucky, and we watch her become more and more hard-headed and difficult over time. The circumstances make sense, but at the end of the novel, I think I ceased to be on her side. I’m not sure if that was the intended effect though, and I got the sense the author really did appreciate Mao’s point of view. I’m glad I read it, I don’t think I would move forward with it.

Silver in the Woods, by Emily Tesh

A very cute fantasy M/M romance novella, similar to Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell in tone, but uniquely its own.

The Fire Never Goes Out, by Noelle Stevenson

A graphic novel memoir. I follow Noelle on a variety of social media accounts, so most of this wasn’t that new to me, but collected together it was quite moving. I’m glad they’re feeling better.

This Is How You Lose the Time War, by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

A longer novella/short novel, epistolary, jumping between times and realities. Fun and inventive!

Fangs, by Sarah Andersen

A cute series of comics about a vampire and werewolf dating.

Bitter Root, Volumes 1 & 2 by David F. Walker and Chuck Brown

Completely fascinating graphic novels that tells depicts racism in the 1920s as an actual infection that can fester and infect other people. It’s not really like anything else I’ve read, and I’d love to read more.

The Grand Odalisque by Bastien Vives, Jerome Mulot, and Florent Ruppert

Slick French lady art thieves graphic novel. Moves like a movie. Some great panels, story was so-so.

Convenience Store Woman, by Sayaka Murata

Due to a variety of circumstances, I took a train from Portland to Seattle this summer on one of the hottest days of the year, and while waiting for the train, and on the train, I read this book. It was advertised to me as a uniquely disturbing Japanese novel about a woman who devotes her life to a convenience store. What I read, at least as it was translated, was much more a story about a woman on the spectrum, who finds structure, satisfaction, and even joy in working for a humble convenience store. Yet, she struggles in the incredibly conformist Japanese society that initially approves of her choices, but then shuns her when she will not further conform. I quite liked the book, it went one or two wild places, but thanks to my wife persistently educating me about some of the nuances of Japanese culture, this didn’t seem as wild to me as it did some readers.

My Life in France, by Julia Child and Alex Prud’Homme

Julia Child’s biography of her time in France. Romantic, informative, and packed with delicious food and booze.

Inferno, by Eileen Myles

A radical leftist poet’s novel that is a thinly veiled autobiography. Some beautiful language here, but I almost forgot that I read this had it not been on my list.

Hench, by Natalie Zina Walschots

What if you had a very good henchwoman, and promoted them appropriately? Shenanigans ensue in a super-powered world. 

Good Booty: Love and Sex, Black and White, Body and Soul in American Music, by Ann Powers

Surprisingly academic exploration of sex and race in the history of American music. I either wanted it to be more pop-literature, or I wanted it to go deeper on specific subsets of music. The broad selection was difficult to indulge in.

Shock Value, by Jason Zinoman

More non-fiction, this time more pop-history about the transformation of horror during the 1970s, thanks to John Carpenter, Wes Craven, and others. Informative!

Disappointed:

Invisible Cities, by Italo Calvino

I had turned this into something in my head that it categorically was not. It’s sort of my fault for being disappointed, but when I tried to accept what I was getting, I just wasn’t interested.

The Three Body Problem, by Liu Cixin

I started this early in the pandemic, and picked it up and put it back down many times. I finally finished in December of this year, and I found myself somewhat disappointed. I appreciated some of the initial concepts, but the last 50 pages or so just ultimately lost me, once everything was on the table.

Conclusion

One of the things that I did try to do this year, when I was looking at picking back up reading is trying to figure out why I wanted to read some books, and if these books still compelled me. Last year, I told myself to be happier reading books that I wanted to read. I’d like to reading books to not feel like I’m checking off a list, but actively engaging with the book on its own terms. I dropped a surprisingly large number of books this year. I tried reading Old Man’s War, by John Scalzi and found it surprisingly of-its-time, meaning it’s views on sex very old-fashioned. I tried reading Horrorstør, a haunted-house in an IKEA type store, but found that I didn’t care about any of the characters. I also tried reading a book called Thrill Me, which was pitched as an exploration of what literary books could learn from genre, but wasn’t that at all. I did re-read Gideon the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir for Halloween, which was a great time.

I’ve been thinking more about romance, horror, imagery, and narrative voice more. I’m keen to explore more of those concepts in the next year. I expect that I’ll be reading more sci-fi and fantasy, but also looking for weirder literary fiction and other work.

2021 TV in Review

If I watched a lot of television last year, I probably watched more this year. The pandemic will do that to you. Some of the pandemic viewing just blurs together. I remember rewatching the Simpsons, but didn’t realize it extended through the new year into this year. I mostly remember everything I watched, but the beginning of 2021 doesn’t necessarily extend to the end of 2021. I tend to think seasonally these days. Also, we bought and moved into a house, so I think of that as a major dividing line. One trend I noticed is we tended toward animation in TV shows, less in film. Given the various stressful/dour news of the world, we tried to keep our television viewing light. I read about some folks re-watching the Sopranos, or Mad Men, or something. That seems stressful! I think the darkest thing on our television is Justified, Atlanta, or Infinity Train (season 3 gets pretty dark!). We tended towards comedies, and tried to finish things, rather than let them linger unfinished. We experimented a little with a few shows like M.O.D.O.K or Tales of the House Husband, but if we started it, for the most part we finished it (barring a few shows currently on holiday break). 

Favorites:

Schitt’s Creek, Seasons 1-6. The balm of 2021’s winter and spring seasons. This incredibly nice Canadian TV show deserves all of its plaudits. Funny, touching, slow-moving character development, not-cringey humor. Amazingly well done.

Harley Quinn, Season 2. Probably my favorite animated series. It’s basically a Venture Bros style take on the DC universe with an amazing voice cast. I cannot recommend it enough if you like a sorta raunchy fast-paced anarchic show.

Infinity Train, Seasons 1 – 3. Each season starts relatively whimsical, but then becomes progressively darker until the end of season 3 gets really, morbidly dark. I know there’s a season 4, but we’ve not taken the plunge. Each episode is 11 minutes long. Everything packs a punch.

Ted Lasso, Season 1. Kind, charming, touching, and realistic. 

Mythic Quest, Seasons 1 and 2. Consistently funny and occasionally surprisingly moving show that is a workplace comedy in a video game company. The specials in particular pack a moving punch. Apple puts out pretty good shows.

Ducktales 2018, Seasons 1 – 3. It’s disappointing this got cancelled, but what we got was all pretty great! Good voice performances, lovely new takes on the material, handsome animation. Consistently laugh-out-loud funny. I would show this to kids.

What We Do in The Shadows, Season 3. Consistently one of the funniest things I see on TV with excellent characterization, silliness, and stakes.

Reservation Dogs, Season 1. We had to ration this gem of a show. Singular in its vision. Moving, funny, singular.

The Owl House, Season 2. Probably my second favorite animated show. Animation continues to be top notch, continues to world build but doesn’t ignore its characters, and continues to ground everyone. The original reason I got Disney+ was for this show.

The Only Murders in the Building. Just really solid front to back. Selena Gomez was a surprising revelation in this (I’m only aware of her as a pop icon). It’s good to see Steve Martin and Martin Short back on screen again. 

The Venture Bros, Season 7. I never saw the final season of Venture Bros, and it continued to grow in heart. Glad we’ll be getting a formal end cap on these characters.

Crime Scene Kitchen. Just an amazingly silly, inventive reality series with great hosting from Joel McHale.

Rewatched and Enjoyed:

The Venture Bros (Seasons 3 – 6). I used to recommend Season 2 as the real starting point for folks who wanted to start the Venture Bros, as I thought that’s where the series really gels. But in re-watching, it’s now Season 3. There’s a lot of plot and character set up in the first two seasons, but the humor has aged poorly from those seasons. There’s a surprisingly large number of gay panic jokes, and while there are a few good ones in there, Season 3 is when the humor catches up with concept, eschewing some of the in-group nerd and shock jokes to really develop solid character humor chops. After that, it’s pretty gravy. Season 4 has fewer Sgt. Hatred pedophile jokes than I remember.

Futurama (Seasons 1 – 4). Those first four seasons (technically 5 according to way TV is cut together) are really great. Many of the jokes still hold up. I forgot just how dumb Fry is. For all intents and purposes, the series ends after The Devil’s Hands. After that, while the series has a few killer episodes, I think it becomes more about re-hashing many of the same character dynamics.

Simpsons (Seasons 7 – 9). For me, Season 7 and 8 are probably my favorite, with hardly a clunky episode. Seasons 4 – 6 are fabulous, but nearly all of my favorites are in those two seasons. After Season 8, many of the writers left for Futurama, and the joke quality slides for the first part of Season 9, before recovering. I understand that Season 10 – 12 have some defenders, but we noticed enough of a drop in quality to call it after season 9. 

Justified (Seasons 1 – 2). I’d seen these before, but Staehli hadn’t. She was interested in discovering more of Timothy Olyphant’s work after seeing him in the second season of the Mandalorian. Season 1 has so much more violence than I remember, they tone it down in Season 2, which remains my favorite of the two. We’re still working our way through Season 3, but enjoying it so far.

Enjoyed:

The Queen’s Gambit. Pretty good! I like Anya-Taylor Joy. A little pat, but ultimately good.

Kipo and the Wonderbeasts, Seasons 1 – 3. Inventive animation, fun story and characters. Aimed at a younger audience, but I still had a great deal of fun with this. 

Atlanta, Seasons 1 and 2. Some truly strange, funny, poignant, and specific material. You never know quite what you’re going to get in this show. Zazie Beetz is doing great work in this and I wish she got better caliber work overall. It’s also amazing to see Brian Tyree Henry be so compelling and so mean in this, when I think of him as so cuddly and warm.

Cardcaptor Sakura, Season 2. I like this show, but I liked Season 1 more. The lack of a central mystery for the audience, less Kuro-chan, and more creepy kid didn’t quite make me love it as much as the first season, which was a balm to my anxiety brain.

Revolutionary Girl Utena. One of Staehli’s favorite shows. I think this show rewards re-watching because there’s so much going on in subtext early on that comes to the fore in the last handful of episodes. It can be repetitive, but that repetition means something, and the small deviations can also be meaningful. It’s operating as allegory and critique at the same time.

The Great North, Season 1. From some of the Bob’s Burger creators, this quickly finds a similar groove with a strange family in Alaska. I like the low stakes hijinks in this small town full of weirdos. We tried Central Park, but quickly found this was more our speed.

Taskmaster, Season 1 – 11. Two very different friends recommended Taskmaster, so we went for it on Youtube and it quickly became a favorite show to watch that also made for good background noise when we wanted to scroll our phones. Some of the tasks are hilarious, some incredibly British. Ultimately a good bit of fun.

Ted Lasso, Season 2. The show takes a darker turn, and it somehow became the subject of much internet conversation. I still liked it (I’m a Roy/Keely stan), and I’m curious where Season 3 will go.

Star Wars: The Bad Batch. The Dad Batch.

The Santa Clarita Diet, Seasons 1 – 3. Initially we started watching this because Staehli wanted to see more Timothy Olyphant, but I found myself falling a bit in love with this silly show. I loved that this didn’t quite take the traditional Zombie approach. I think if I knew it was from the creators of Better Off Ted, I would have jumped on. More Zingy 30 minute comedies please. I came to really enjoy the wackiness of this show and its central family.

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, Season 1. I’ve heard many critics sing the praises of this show, and was curious. Staehli seemed on board, and we quickly grew to appreciate this weird musical show that somehow went 4 Seasons. It’s so niche, so heightened, and can be so frank and funny. It can also be horrifically cringey. Your mileage may vary. 

Star Wars Rebels, Season 3.  We never finished Stars Wars Rebels, and in looking for something not too dark, we dipped into this, and liked Season 3. You can see the DNA for other Dave Filoni Star Wars in here, but also it’s creating its own thing. 

Meh: 

Wandavision (didn’t finish) I stopped caring when the show premise stopped and it became a battle between Wanda and Shield. I wanted this to breathe as its own thing, similar to the Netflix Marvel shows, but they insisted in dragging it back into the overall Marvel World. I don’t need that! I just wanted this interesting combo of mystery, sitcom send ups, and exploration of grief.

Bridgerton (didn’t finish) The Duke was great, I just did not buy our central ingenue. I think that actress just wasn’t set up for period drama. She looks great in modern clothing and affects.

Nadiya Bakes and Nadiya Cooks We finished this, but many of these recipes look….bad. Glad she has her own show.

Loki, Season 1 See above about the show getting Marvel-ified. I was excited about the central premise, and signed on for the surprisingly delightful pairing between Owen Wilson and Tom Hiddleston, but then the show wanted us to be invested in Tom Hiddleston and Sophia Di Martino, and I didn’t have enough time to adjust. I just wanted a serialized show where Owen Wilson and Tom Hiddleston solve dumb time crimes! I didn’t need all the rest.

Essentially background noise:

Forged in Fire (Seasons 3 – 6). People make knives, and it’s perfect background noise. Staehli and I now have opinions about forging and knife craft. I have forged one knife, as part of a bachelor party activity. It is very difficult. It’s also interesting to see the various depictions of masculine tinkerer, from the mildly eccentric guy-in-his-shop to hi-tech nerd to can-do redneck to honest craftsman to masculine manly man to tough lady.

The Great Christmas Light Fight (Seasons 5, 9) Surprisingly repetitive, but an okay holiday time. I’ve learned I have opinions about Christmas Decorations.

Conclusion

Sometimes I miss truly episodic television with satisfying episodes as actual episodes. We’ve been watching the second season of The Witcher, and I miss the episodes defined by finding and dealing with a creature. When I’m scouting for new TV, that’s something I try to pay attention to: does it have an episodic take? Other new shows that we’ve seen have had less and less episode structure (looking at you Netflix shows…) designed to focus on the binge, which has been more detrimental to even remembering what happens when. A solid TV episode can be a thing to remember, an event. I also do sort of like the weekly show for Ted Lasso, etc., as Staehli and I can better ration our viewing, abandon shows as needed, and talk and discuss our feelings about the shows.

We’ll continue with Crazy Ex-Girlfriend (in the middle of Season 2 now), our Fox animated TV shows, and probably explore some other things. Our current list looks like:

  • Thrilling Adventures of Sabrina – Netflix (this show’s visuals look great, I’m made to understand the plot is incredibly dumb).
  • Good Place, Season 4 (we never finished this!)
  • Masters of the Universe – Netflix (Interesting conceit)
  • Dark Crystal – Netflix (I like puppets)
  • Devs – Hulu (Serious Sci-Fi)
  • Terriers – Hulu (Noir)
  • Twin Peaks, Season 3 – Showtime
  • Fargo – Hulu
  • On Becoming a God in Central Florida – Showtime
  • The Book of Boba Fett – Disney+
  • The Flight Attendant – HBO Max
  • Foundation – AppleTV
  • Dickenson – AppleTV
  • The Great – Hulu
  • YellowJackets – Showtime

2020 Movies in Review

Friends, I watched over 100 movies this year, the most since college. I’ve been using Letterboxd to chart them. If you like to watch movies, and sort of catalog them, I encourage you to join! That way, we don’t have to wait to discuss movies in this year-end list. I became a pro member, and I can now check stats. I re-watched 28 films, and I primarily watched comedies, dramas, and horror. Instead of seeing friends at restaurants, bars, parties, we watched some movies together. Staehli and I, instead of going out on dates, we watched movies on the couch. 

Movies featured heavily into a big life event. I’ll get this out of the way at the top. The pandemic has not been kind to anyone, including me. I made a mistake. I got crossfaded in late August watching a strange movie (that I really cannot recommend) called The Boxer’s Omen. It’s basically a mystical battle movie between Bhuddists and Witchdoctors, and there’s some nationalism subtext/text about China vs. Thailand that as an American, I just do not understand. The imagery is horrific but also gross, and it’s an uncomfortable movie. Also, after watching it, my brain broke. 

I had a major panic attack, of the kind that I’ve never really had before. It was scary! My chest and left arm hurt, I had difficulty controlling my breathing, my whole body shook. I have a Xanax prescription, and used it to stop the panic attack. After about an hour, my body calmed down, but my chest and arm still hurt later. I went to the ER, just in case it wasn’t a panic attack. They confirmed it wasn’t a heart attack, and was a panic attack. My brain didn’t really get better, and later that week, I started having intrusive thoughts about self-harm. I sought out the company of friends, but my brain had difficulty imagining a future. I was very pessimistic, despite having a loving wife, wonderful cats, a comfortable job, supportive friends, and ostensibly having fun doing things I liked: roleplaying and DMing Dungeons and Dragons games, watching movies, reading books, making food, etc. It was rough. I went to the doctor, who prescribed me some daily anti-anxiety meds. They really helped! October was probably my favorite month. Then after Thanksgiving, the thoughts came came back. My dose got upped, and I’ve started seeing a therapist. My brain is still recovering, and I’d like for 2021 to just be better! I’m sure we all would.

But against that backdrop, I’ve had art: movies, TV, books, music, digital art that I’ve found on Instagram and Tumblr, and more. I struggled with books this year, but movies were easy. And a good movie could not only distract me, but transport me, make me feel less lonely. They were also something I could share with my wife and best friend. We could laugh, cheer, cry, gawp, and discuss at length afterward. They helped pass this excruciating year. My favorites this year haven’t always been the best movies, but have been movies I’ve thought about afterward, images and moods that snuck in and didn’t let go. Surprisingly, it includes a number of films released in 2020. I was also comforted by the fact that this year, partially by virtue of watching more movies, I saw more movies written and directed by women. I hope to continue that trend next year.

Favorites/Most Appreciated

2020 Releases:

Birds of Prey was the last movie we saw in the theaters, and I found myself thinking about the costumes, colors, soundtrack, and sheer energy this film has. I think it made an impression that even few of the Marvel movies really matched.

I also think about the colors in Emma., a sort of candy-coated period drama. Anya Taylor Joy delivers a great performance as titular Emma, and has real chemistry with Johnny Flynn as Mr. Knightly. The romance is accessible, believable. They have chemistry, something that I better appreciated in movies this year. I’ve struggled with Austen before, but this movie was both faithful and helped me understand the choices and context those choices are made in. 

Similarly, Palm Springs had great chemistry, great images, and a story that felt very appropriate to our pandemic life. Just reliving days over and over and over. This also had a great laidback, goofball energy.

Kajillionaire was the least colorful of those films, but I think I had perhaps a stronger emotional reaction. Wild, eccentric and also sort of romantic! Weirdo small-time con artist Evan Rachel Wood finding connections outside her strange family, discovering more about herself. Director Miranda July has things to say about learned behavior, learned helplessness, circumstances that affect people, and their ability to escape that. You get a dash of cultists, some potential hoarder kind of vibes, some multi-level marketing style thinking, some cosmic existentialism, and some heist action. But like, emotional heist. 

It’s odd but also beautiful and there’s a lot of small things going on here that encourage close watching. Some awkward scenes that I had to watch with a blanket on my head, but it’s all affecting. I just want Evan Rachel Wood and Gina Rodriguez to have a nice time.

Non-2020 released favorites:

Uncut Gems: Tight, propulsive, anxiety inducing but also funny. Everything happens for a reason, every action has a consequence and you get introduced to this insane, insular world. Loved this. Adam Sandler, and everyone else, is great in this.

Colossal: Anne Hathaway’s sort of kaiju movie. Once you get on this film’s wavelength, you’re going to have a good time. The editing is a bit sneaky in the first bit at unsettling you with what kind of movie it is. Is this movie a comedy? It’s funny without traditional punchlines, it’s all in the edits and acting tics. Is this movie a sort-of RomCom where the small town guy helps the girl with her drinking problem? It’s about addiction, but doesn’t go to absurd lengths to hammer it in. The film seems to start there but then decidedly zigs.  Is it a Kaiju movie? Yes, but there are no real cool CGI monster battles to speak of. But once you just trust it, I found it pretty rewarding and somewhat empowering. I loved that Anne Hathaway got to play fucked up pretty well, with vaguely redeeming qualities.

The Bird Cage: I loved Robin Williams as a kid and teenager. He was like a living cartoon. The Bird Cage was the first trailer I remember seeing that seemed to be a bridge between his child films (Aladdin, Jumanji) to his more adult roles. I wanted to see it for a long time, but never did until this year. This was delightful.

Rebecca (1940): Alfred Hitchcock was good at making movies. It’s a damn shame this isn’t streaming anywhere other than sketchy uploads to Youtube. It’s a masterpiece of tension.

The House on Haunted Hill: Staehli and I watched all of Central Cinema’s “Baron von Terror” horror host films, which included trashy classics (and some true ugh trash) that you’ll see below. But for sheer campy fun, nothing beat our first one: The House on Haunted Hill, which is an old, twisty Vincent Price flick. If you’re in the mood for some spooky stuff, go with this!

Sleeping with Other People: Whereas Colossal plays with Jason Sudakis’ charm, Sleeping with Other People just sets him up well with Alison Brie. Again, there is some real charisma between these two fuck-ups who decide not to sleep with one another, despite being potential sex addicts. Romantic tension escalates!

Why Don’t You Play in Hell? A Japanese film that is an ode to underground filmmaking, but also introduces funny and ironic pay-offs in a ten year time skip between the inciting incidents and the main action of the film. It’s a comedy that begins upping the drama at the end. Cartoonishly violent, showing the downside of simply dreaming about doing something cool without any follow up. A really ambiguous ending!

The Lighthouse: Epic, horny, dreadful, claustrophobic, dense, and also reminded me of Annihilation. 

Paterson: This, for me, is the surprise on the list. I threw this on after Staehli had a bad day because it was an Adam Driver flick that she hadn’t seen. Jim Jarsmuch isn’t my favorite filmmaker, I find his films a bit too dreamy for their own good. But this slice of life tale of Paterson, the simple poet, just doing what he loves, for himself, has really stuck with me as time has gone on. I appreciate the smallness of this film, the walks, the work he puts into his poems, his appreciation and encouragement of others. It’s quite nice.

Trick ‘r Treat: A great little Halloween film.

Thirst: Vampires in Korea! An exploration of faith, relationships, and more. A bit long, but still great.

The Castle in the Sky: I had never seen this Miyazaki, and it really contrasts with his other stuff. The meditative moments come at the very end of the film, and there’s such great action at the beginning. That train sequence! The movement here is electric, and there’s a real villain, rare for Miyazaki.

Carol: Amazing film. Haynes is re-working modes of cinema we don’t see much anymore: straight melodramas and “problem pictures.” He’s re-worked them for queer relationships and maximized yearning. The framing of the cinematography, the script, the small subtle physical acting of Blanchett and Rooney. There’s a lot going on here, and it all comes together for a tense, but ultimately hopeful film. I don’t agree with the charges of coldness, I think a better term is restrained. The passion seethes underneath the surface, but it’s the 50s! You can’t let that out! Until they create a space for themselves in the car, which the cinematography highlights. Again, the story and technicals work really well together here.

Other Notables:

Both Midsommar (Director’s Cut) and Possession were notable in that they had a deep effect on me, but as horror films, those feelings were negative. I was repulsed, I was disturbed, I had nightmares. The movies were not “fun” per se, but they were effective, moving pieces of art about the dark, dark parts of human nature. I have no “stars” to give because I am unsure how to calculate my “enjoyment” or satisfaction with this kind of art that is designed to provoke such a reaction. Staehli and I had to process these films extensively afterward. Midsommar, we saw at Central Cinema just before the pandemic set in, and it was an uncomfortable film to watch on the big screen. I think Midsommar never truly resolves its inciting trauma, though I think that is part of the point: Florence Pugh is hurting, and no one will acknowledge it except the Swedish cult. 

Possession is a different beast, a movie about obsession, abusive relationships, and a very young Sam Niell. Everyone in this movie is loathsome, but magnetic. This is the movie that I watched right before the one that featured into my major panic attack, and for me, it’s difficult to separate them.

Worthwhile Re-watches:

Gone Girl: Rewatched for the first time since seeing in theaters, and it holds up. It’s slick and fun! Neil Patrick Harris’s character is a little under baked, but Tyler Perry is great!

Phantom Thread: Saw as a series with The Favourite and Gone Girl. A wonderfully shot, delightedly askew.

When Harry Met Sally: It’d been forever since I saw this, I totally forgot about the other couple, Harry and Sally’s friends. I also forgot all of the time skips, which helps explain the changes as the characters grow and change. You really do root for Harry and Sally!

The Mummy: A still great action flick. The CGI isn’t too bad, because it’s not really trying to be lifelike. Everyone in this movie is pretty hot!

The Lost Boys: I had pegged this movie wrong from when I saw it in high school. It’s a campy classic.

The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad: Gorgeous autumnal animation. 

Everything Else I saw:

Steven Universe: The Movie: The plot felt a little pat, all things considered. For a movie, I wish they had expanded the scope a little, or at least not spent so much time revisiting the core concepts. At the same time, Spinel’s animation was amazing, and I appreciated her ‘20’s inspiration and aesthetic, as a thing from Pink Diamond’s past that has come to haunt her.

The Favourite: I saw two Yorgos Lanthamos films this year, and this was by far my favorite. Outstanding performances.

Spring Breakers: Nihilism, but not the loose, goofy fun kind that would dominate Gen Z internet culture a few years later, instead the amoral kind about a descent down the moral ladder fireman style. 

John Wick Chapter 2: Good, focused on the action rather than the story. Fun.

John Wick: Parabellum: Read above!

Speed Racer: Amazing madness. The special effects have aged so-so but all of the insane color palettes are amazing. Also, Christina Ricci and Emile Hirsch actually have chemistry, and have a scene where they just…talk, and bounce ideas off one another! Staehli and I noted that was unique for a big blockbuster these days, outside a few key pairings. 

Always Be My Maybe: A series of perfectly fine jokes.

Josie and the Pussycats: The last movie I saw outside my home, at a friend’s movie night. Funny! I talked a great deal at the time that it felt very pre-9/11 because it was concerned very much with teen identity and what we would later call brand identities. Post 9/11, those concerns get all muddled in politics and more introspective and arguably less fun.

Midnight Run: This movie was often referenced by other media I have enjoyed. I…just don’t understand why. I do miss this chill/positive Robert DeNiro though.

28 Days Later: Looks artefacted all to hell as one of the first digitally shot movies.

The End of the Tour: I turned this off and gave away my copy of Infinite Jest.

The Big Sick: After sitting with this: I realized I liked it, but I honestly wanted something more evenhanded than we got. I loved Zoe Kazan’s portrayal of Emily, and wanted more of her. I know the big conceit of the movie is that she’s sick, but she’s in a coma for a good chunk of the film! Kumail is able to play off of Ray Romano and Holly Hunter to good effect, and they play a pretty good couple (in fact, all of the supporting actors are pretty good), but this was less a romantic comedy than a comedy-drama, with some romance.

Ingrid Goes West: O’shea Jackson Jr. steals the show here. 

The Bling Ring: I believe all the after-school-special lighting, script, and acting is intentional. I think it gives everyone an amateurish feel that emphasizes how young everyone actually is, as well as dramatize how things actually turned out. I also really liked some of the long, long shots.

Can You Ever Forgive Me?: Delightfully thorny performances and unsympathetic characters. Great to see Melissa McCarthy get dramatic.

Breathless: Famed French New Wave film for its technical innovation, but I have more thoughts about its feminist leanings. 

Hail, Caesar: Delightful madness, and a ton of random folks in all these small roles.

The Mummy Returns: I last saw this in theaters, and it was way worse than I remembered!

Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story: A series of fun jokes.

National Treasure: This functions like an old-school adventure story, which is sort of fun, but is also not good.

The Rock: I only remembered a few of the sequences from when I last saw it, so there was a lot going on here. 

Clueless: Better than I remembered! Sweet and funny and definitely 90s.

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World: Wow, the style remains great, but Scott Pilgrim is a piece of shiiiiiit.

Raising Arizona: I know some folks love this movie, but I do not. It’s still good, but not my favorite Coen movie.

I, Tonya: Real tour d’force for Margot Robbie. Funny, dramatic, worthwhile.

The Beach Bum: The worst person in the world becomes a (spoiler alert) Pulitzer Prize Winning Poet. This movie is such bullshit.

Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse: I think my third time through it? Animation and story remains gorgeous.

Blood and Black Lace: Giallo horror flick. Not too bad.

Can’t Hardly Wait: Watched with a podcast commentary. A spectacle of its time, but some parts were sweeter than I remember.

Jennifer’s Body: Fun! Plays with horror tropes! People did Megan Fox wrong! 

The Vast of Night: Neat, some good camera work but………it also could have been a podcast.

The Missing Link: I like the Laika films, in part because they can let villains be villains. This one falls a little flat for me. 

White House Down: I like Channing Tatum but I do not buy him as an action star. This was fine.

The Guest: Tight little thriller.

Plan 9 from Outer Space: Dumb, campy fun and also too talky.

Mars Attacks!: A very, very silly film, with one of the strangest casts, just all over the place. Weird to imagine how influenced I was by this as a kid. Could have done with more mayhem!

Point Break: Remains a near perfect action film.

Dragonheart: A supersized Witcher episode.

The Italian Job: Dumb fun. 

Pacific Rim: Holds up!

22 Jump Street: Fun!

The Man from UNCLE: when can we have more of this Guy Ritchie?

Addams Family Values: A sort of perfect film.

The Little Shop of Horrors (1959): Roger Corman sure made some movies.

Reefer Madness: A bad morality tale.

The Pirates of the Caribbean: I was reminded how even handed this was between everyone, but Kiera Knightly is the real reason to watch this, as is Geoffrey Rush.

Witches of Eastwick: Horny! Super horny!

Black Sabbath: Fun little giallo picture.

Carnival of Souls: Dreamy, and worthy of its cult classic status.

A Bucket of Blood: I liked this a lot more than the other Roger Corman movie. 

Dementia-13: That Francis Ford Coppola sure went far. His first movie is…pretty interminable.

The Scorpion King: Boy, is this not good.

Eurovision Song Contest: The Story of Fire Saga: Maybe the movie that we have quoted around the house more than any other, but at the same time, the plot is just…barely there. Fun and distracting.

The Brain That Wouldn’t Die: Pretty good B-movie!

The Beach Girls and the Monster: Dumb monster movie mashed up with those old school beach pictures. Effective enough!

Ready or Not: Just as good as I remember.

Crimson Peak: Better than I remembered!

Teenagers from Outer Space: Terrible, terrible, terrible.

Knives Out: Just as good as I remembered. It’s strange to me that they’re making another one!

Manos: Hands of Fate: Truly, truly bad.

The Slumber Party Massacre: Fantastic slasher flick, written and directed by women!

Deep Red: More Italian giallo horror. Good for what it was.

Witching and Bitching: Misogynistic Spanish film with very high production values. Do not see this.

Hubie Halloween: Way better than I thought! Functions more like a classic PG kids film, though obviously not for that audience. 

The Village: I knew what the twist was, but was still moved by parts of this, including the gorgeous cinematography. I like Bryce Dallas Howard a great deal.

Horror Express: Pretty good Hammer Horror film with a very nice backstory about Christopher Lee helping out Peter Cushing. 

The Love Witch: All that aesthetic for…what reason?

Spider Baby: Do not watch this, it is bad.

Rebecca (2020): Better than I thought it might be, but does not even approach Hitchcock’s masterpiece.

Death Becomes Her: A lot of fun!

A Tale of Two Sisters: Tense, very good Korean ghost story.

Witchboard: A totally fine B-movie about a haunted Ouija board.

Paprika: Not as deep as I hoped for, great animation though. 

The 13th Warrior: Perfectly fine! Just dudes being dudes, killing a cannibal necro-cult.

Atlantis: The Lost Empire: Good animation, fun characters, poor racial politics.

The Lobster: A bad time. 

Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle: Very much of It’s time. I remember losing it when I saw this in high school, or early college. Now, my reaction is more: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  Most of the racial jokes hold up, the sex ones not so much.

A Very Harold and Kumar Christmas: Better and funnier than it really has any right to be. 

The Santa Clause: The plot only sort of makes sense. 

The Happiest Season: Team Kristen Stewart. 

Extra Ordinary: A charming, wandering, paranormal Irish film.

See you next year!

2020 Books in Review

This was a rough year for my reading. In the first 2.5 months of the year, I did most of my reading on public transit, to and from work. It’s about an hour each way, so that’s about 2 hours of reading a day, 5 days a week, unless I spend part-to-most of a trip staring at my phone. In March, due to the COVID-19 pandemic, I started working from home. I had to create new habits around my reading, which was difficult. My schedule shifted so I didn’t leave myself time to read during the morning before work, because I didn’t have to commute further than my kitchen table. I went for walks on my lunch during the summer to say that I left the house, or after work since in the Pacific Northwest, it’s daylight for a very long time from about May – September. I still read a great deal, more than last year, with some 65 books, but it took more effort than previous years.

When I was able to focus, after the pandemic started, I floated from book to book, not finishing anything. I read in June, July, and August, but only finished one book in June, and one in late August. I purchased books to support my local bookshops, and still haven’t finished them, even though they’re by authors I like! I also abandoned more books this year than in the past three years. Though, some of that was in the spirit of what I told myself I was going to do last year, which was to read things that made me happy. There were books I read this year that I adored, including a duo of books for which I am a legitimate fanboy for! I’ve gone looking for fanart, bought friends a copy, and passed along my copy to friends. Yet, there were also books that left me cold, that filled the time, that I put pressure on myself to read, to like, to have an opinion on. 

I read a lot of Graphic Novels to start the year, but finished strong with Sci-Fi. I found myself drawn to poetry, something I hadn’t read for pleasure since college. I tried to tackle my to-read list, but wound up just adding more things to it, as I found more interesting voices in science fiction and fantasy. I read about 50/50 women and non-binary authors to men authors. I read primarily white authors, just 9 authors of color. Yet, many of those authors were writing women, non-binary characters, and had characters of color. I started tracking illustrators separately from authors of the graphic novels and noticed that the illustrators were typically more diverse, and perhaps therefore had more control over who wound up in the panels of those graphic novels. 

More than anything else this year though, I was anxious. My main feeling around the pandemic was the feeling of waiting, of anxiety. I was bad at giving myself realistic projects. Instead, I fretted, I worried, I doomscrolled, and anxiety spiraled. My anxiety has never been worse, I began having intrusive thoughts about self-harm. I never acted on those thoughts, but the mental break of reading words, of imagining a world different than this one, where people did things, where leadership could be recognized, they helped alleviate my anxiety, helped me disappear, and for a little while, it was like being a kid again, galloping through stories of derring do. Reading helped me escape my ever mounting anxiety. Some books were bad for my anxiety, books about real people dying, especially as during the fall, the surge every expert predicted did in fact happen. Yet my favorite books of the year were about Necromancy, about confronting death, confronting destiny, and thinking about how you want to live, about finding the small joys, the small graces, and treasuring them. Many of the books that I loved this year were also about valuing ones’ self, enough to not take yourself too seriously, but also making sure that everyone treated you seriously, as a worthwhile person. These books are about striking out for yourself, finding and embracing the self that you wanted to be, and sticking to your principles when the chips were down. These characters changed, developed, and made me hope that after this wretched year where we waited and waited for some sort of relief, that we could also be the architects of our own salvation.

Favorites:

Gideon the Ninth and Harrow the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir: Two parts of a planned three part series about lesbian necromancer dirtbags in a big fantastic world. The sequel is totally different, makes you question everything that came before, and then reframes everything so it makes sense. I desperately want to re-read these and need to give myself permission to do so. My favorites, bar none, of the year. A really fun narrative voice too. Definitely feels like the promise of a Millennial/Generation Z author incorporating memes for fun.

The Raven’s Tower, by Ann Leckie: A thoughtful fantasy novel about belief, long-term relationships, and identity, told in a unique voice. Devotes a surprisingly large amount of world building to a one-off novel. This made me want to finish Leckie’s Ancillary series.

Ninth House, by Leigh Bardugo: Ever feel like those Ivy League schools have something fishy going on? This literalizes Yale’s non-fraternity “Houses” into actual magical fraternities that have real world implications. The Ninth House is supposed to keep track of the other eight, but of course things go wrong. Fascinating class implications, and I’m excited to see where future books in this world go.

The Left Hand of Darkness, by Ursula K. LeGuin: This book has been on my to-read list forever. After my positive experiences with The Wizard of Earthsea, I took the plunge. I am grateful for it, as this was surprisingly globe trotting, surprisingly positive, and about the internal change required to see people differently. I really appreciated this, and really should read more LeGuin.

Cryptonomicon, by Neal Stephenson: A longtime favorite of mine that I re-read this year, in need of comfort. It still holds up as an adventure yarn. I used to understand the math and coding, but some of it went above my head this time.

Longitude, by Dava Sobel: One of the only non-fiction books as a favorite, but this history of establishing Longitude is an adventure yarn, but also explores how science and economics and pride all combined, and sometimes how fickle the monarchy were with tolerating science. It also charts the difficult of fucking finding all the stars in the sky, which is sort of amazing, when you think about it.

Wage Slaves, by Daria Bogdanska: Really enjoyed this graphic novel. It’s thoughtful, and talks about union politics in a way that is accessible, but doesn’t romanticise them, personalizes how you bring people together, but also highlights an underseen part of society that I feel that Americans can sometimes glamorize: Europe is amazing and everyone has benefits. This breaks that open and critizes some of these systems for the ways that they continue to fail people, or cause undue struggle.

Get in Trouble, by Kelly Link: Short stories by a master. Obviously I liked some more than others, but after each one was over, I had to close the book to relish how good each story was. Not a false note in the book.

Cinderbiter, by Martin Shaw and Tony Hoagland: Celtic poems retranslated and readapted by a poet and storyteller for oratory. Some glorious images here that reminded me why I was attracted to poetry in college: the rhythm, the images, and turns of phrase that evoke mood. I bought my friend Jeremy a copy.

Beowulf, translated by Maria Dhavana Headley: Bro, this is a well translated poem for a modern audience, has great kennings, and I agree with Headley’s translator notes about monstrous women. Also bought a fair few friends this.

All Systems Red, by Martha Wells: I love Murderbot. Funny, fast-paced, and cleverly uses sci-fi tropes. The latest thing I read.

Hated/Disappointed:

The Silent Patient, by Alex Michelades: I thought this was just ludicrously plotted, and the narrator’s voice was wheedling and thin

The Manhattan Projects, Vol 1-2, by Jonathan Hickman: Just morally ugly, with ugly art to boot

The Atlas of Cursed Places, by Oliver La Carrer: Pretty racist, not gonna lie

Dirt, by Bill Buford: I loved Heat, but Bill Buford’s exploration of France cooking is somehow morbid, tepid, and draining. 

Graphic Novels:

The Legend of Vox Machina, by Matthew Colville: Good, if you like Critical Role, which I do

The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl Vol 1-4, by Ryan North: I find that I need small doses of Ryan North’s voice. I got tired of it by volume 3.

Ms. Marvel Vol 1-3, by G. Willow Wilson: liked, and intended to read more, but the pandemic.

Giant Days Vol 5-8, by John Allison: I love John Allison’s characters, world, but need to re-acquaint myself with everything here.

Coda, Vol 1-2, by Simon Spurrier: Intriguing world, rendered in an interesting way, with a boring story.

Monstress Vol 4, by Marjorie Liu: This series is so dense, I feel like I need to re-read everything every time a new one of these drops.

I Roved Out in Search of Truth and Love, by Alexis Flower: The best porn comic out there.

Seattle Walk Report, by Susanna Ryan: Cute! Encourages you to walk more. I concur.

Mean Girls Club, by Ryan Heschka: This is a near favorite for me. It really works with it’s chosen 40s-50s pulp genre in terms of writing, and style. 

Estranged, by Ethan Aldridge: Great YA, recommend for those readers.

The Wicked and the Divine, Vol 1-3 by Kieron Gillan: Pretty, but also felt disposable? I was intrigued until I set the books down and then all urgency to finish them left me. 

The Green Hand and Other Stories, by Nicole Claveloux: Ugly in a beautiful way.

The Case of the Missing Men, by Kris Berten: If you crossed the Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew with David Lynch, and set it on Canada’s eastern sea board. Recommended!

Everything Else:

How to Invent Everything, by Ryan North: I wish I absorbed more of this.

Hollow Kingdom, by Kira Jane Buxton: Fun local fare, pushed by the library and later discussed a book club. But the themes are all on the surface, not much else is going on there. 

The Bear and the Nightingale, by Katherine Arden: Straightforward re-telling of Eastern European/Russian folktales. I liked Naomi Novik’s take on these more.

Home Cooking, by Laurie Colwin: Recipes and thinking and writing about food from a New York woman writer. I still think about this sometimes. 

Happy All the Time, by Laurie Colwin: A very silly, very 70s romance. 

In The Woods, by Tana French: A well written thriller set in Ireland. I quite liked this, it was very twisty.

The Stranger in the Woods, by Michael Finkel: The true tale of a hermit. I’ve thought about this from time to time over the course of the pandemic. I sincerely believe he was a true hermit.

The Haunting of Tram Car 015, by P. Djeli Clark: Interesting concept, but felt slightly underwritten as a novella/long short story. Did enjoy the Middle Eastern fantasy.

The Refrigerator Monologues, by Catherynne Valente: Superheroines and villains from their point of view. Damning for the original authors.

Treasure Island, by Robert Louis Stevenson: Still holds up, and has teeth! I’ve always loved a sea-faring adventure.

River of Teeth by Sarah Gailey: Hippo ranching and hippo cowboys in the Mississippi. Not quite as interesting as I wanted it to be, but still enjoyable.

How to Get Filthy Rich in Rising Asia, by Mohsin Hamid: This felt so much more pat, and less transformative than Exit West. I was disappointed by how straightforward this was. 

How to Do Nothing, by Jenny Odell: I loved the long essay/presentation that this was based on. Bought right at the start of quarantine, and I felt like I maybe need to read it again without the pressure to absorb its messages.

Islands of Chaldea, by Diana Wynne Jones: Famed YA author that I had never read before. This was her last novel. Pretty good and prickly! I liked it.

The Black Tides of Heaven, by JY Yang: Interesting YA-ish exploration of gender, family, and belonging in a fantasy China/Asia setting. I liked it up until we started having a great deal of time skips. I wanted it to settle down a little more.

The Rise and Fall of D.O.D.O, by Neal Stephenson and Nicole Galland: Very enjoyable if you’re a Stephenson fan. Galland helps temper Stephenson’s love of systems by fleshing out more of the characters, especially the women. I liked it a great deal, even if it took me a long time to read.

My Sister, the Serial Killer, by Oyinkan Braithwaite: Propulsive, thorny, and deeper than it seems. This quick book helped break my non-reading, and I went on a tear of books after this. Thankful for this book, and encourage you to read it!

White Flights, by Jess Row: Thoughtful exploration of race in literary fiction.

Brute, by Emily Skaja: Very heavy poems about addiction, abusive relationships, self-revelations, and more.

Rebecca, by Daphne du Maurier: Pulpy fun.

Piranesi, by Susanna Clarke: I really enjoyed it was I was reading it, and Clarke’s voice is like no one elses. At the same time, it has not stuck with me the same way Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell did.

Empty Mansions: The Mysterious Life of Huguette Clark and the Spending of a Great American Fortune, by Bill Dedman and Paul Clark Newell Jr.: Less juicy than I really wanted it to be in part because Huguette was a shut in and didn’t really do anything interesting with her money, but at the same time, fascinating.

Bestiary, by Donika Kelly: Painful but well-written poems about race.

The People in the Castle, by Joan Aiken: Fascinating. Some of the stories were so-so, but many were quite good, and strange. Can definitely trace the through-line to Kelly Link.

Motel Pool, by Kim Fielding: M/M supernatural romance for book club. Overall, okay.

Resolutions:

Continue reading the things that I like! Be sure to share the things that I love with people earlier than this list, as that makes things more fun.

2019 Movies and TV in Review

Favorite Movies I Saw For The First Time This Year

In the order I saw them this year:

  1. Bad Times at the El Royal. The most unexpected good time I had all year.
  2. Mandy. Forceful, mythic, and deeply unsettling. This essay unlocked it for me.
  3. Redline. The animation is divine.
  4. Waking Ned Devine. Surprisingly sweet.
  5. Ready or Not. This committed to all of its bits.
  6. The Others. I knew the twist, but boy does this still make the experience harrowing. Nicole Kidman isn’t a favorite of mine, but her icy nervousness is really great here.
  7. Parasite. We saw a sneak preview at SIFF and it was amazing.
  8. 10 Cloverfield Lane. This movie just escalates.
  9. Knives Out. Smart. That Rian Johnson guy knows what he’s doing.
  10. Booksmart. So, so funny.

Favorite TV I Saw This Year

  1. Critical Role, Campaign 2, episodes 1-81. I almost caught up in a 6 month period. Got me fully into D&D and now I’m starting my own campaign. Re-invigorated my desire to tell stories.
  2. What We Do In the Shadows, Season 1. A perfect comedy.
  3. Los Espookys. Delightful.
  4. Barry, Seasons 1 & 2. Masterful, tense, funny, and twisty.

Everything else I saw:

Movies:

  1. Fyre Fraud
  2. Fyre
  3. 21 Jump Street
  4. 22 Jump Street
  5. Support the Girls. Good, but made me anxious with its reality, so I wound up not liking it as much as I wanted to. 
  6. In a World… I like the world of voice acting, and this movie has a bunch of “hey, that person is much more famous now!” actors in it playing bit parts.
  7. From Russia with Love. A pretty good Bond flick!
  8. High Flying Bird
  9. Silver Linings Playbook. For all of its flaws, still likable.
  10. Roma. Saw this in theaters, and while all of it was beautiful, it still felt like it was putting me at arms length somehow.
  11. Incredibles 2. Not as warm as the first one.
  12. Wonder Woman. I probably should have seen this on the big screen.
  13. Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1956). Does not waste a moment.
  14. Perfume: Story of a Murderer. Probably the worst thing I saw all year.
  15. A Simple Favor. A great WTF movie.
  16. Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1978). I prefer the older one.
  17. Wayne’s World. Holds up.
  18. Akira. Saw at Seattle’s Cinema. Gorgeous animation.
  19. Chinatown. Not as amazing as I quite remembered.
  20. Sorry to Bother You. This movie GOES PLACES.
  21. Under the Silver Lake. I did not like this movie very much.
  22. Avengers: Infinity War. Still late to the Avenger’s thing.
  23. Mortal Kombat. Somehow both better and worse than I remembered.
  24. Ocean’s Eleven. Still holds up.
  25. Pokemon: Detective Pikachu. 
  26. Coco. Classic Pixar.
  27. Godzilla (2014)
  28. Popstar: Never Stop Never Stopping
  29. The Dead Don’t Die
  30. Godzilla: King of the Monsters
  31. Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom
  32. Drop Dead Gorgeous. I loved this strange world.
  33. Aquaman
  34. Ralph Breaks the Internet. Disappointing let down.
  35. Highlander
  36. Logan Lucky
  37. The Amazing Jonathan Documentary. I’m not sure I knew what I watched.
  38. Exit Through the Gift Shop. This seems very prescient 10 years later.
  39. The Farewell. This may migrate to the top, it’s definitely stuck with me more than most of the other things on this list.
  40. The Fantastic Mr. Fox. 
  41. Mary and the Witches Flower. Great animation, disappointed by the story.
  42. Tragedy Girls
  43. Addam’s Family. More a series of funny skits than anything else.
  44. Addam’s Family Values. The superior Addam’s Family film.
  45. Silence of the Lambs. This is still really good.
  46. Frailty
  47. Crazy Rich Asians
  48. Once Upon a Time…in Hollywood. I saw this on the flight back from Japan, and maybe it was the format, but I still don’t see how people totally fell in love with this.
  49. The Man from UNCLE. As my wife would put it, dumb bisexual energy.
  50. A Christmas Prince. I don’t understand how this got popular.
  51. The Ballad of Buster Scruggs
  52. Grumpy Cat Christmas
  53. A Mermaid for Christmas. Sub-Lifetime Movie quality.
  54. Batman Returns. The Horniest Batman movie.
  55. Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker
  56. Home Alone. 

TV:

Animation:

  1. Big Mouth, Season 2
  2. Bob’s Burgers, Seasons 9 and 10
  3. The Dragon Prince, Season 2 and 3
  4. Baccano!
  5. She-Ra, Seasons 2-4
  6. Tuca and Bertie
  7. Aggretsuko, Season 2
  8. Bojack Horseman, Season 6, part 1
  9. Kill la Kill

Comedy:

All of these were funny with ups and downs.

  1. The Good Place, Seasons 2 and 3.
  2. Brooklyn 99, Season 4 – 6
  3. The Tick (Amazon), Seasons 1 and 2
  4. The Bash Brother’s Experience
  5. Seven Days in Hell
  6. Tour de Pharmacy
  7. Documentary Now, Seasons 1-3. Gets better with each season. 
  8. Derry Girls, Seasons 1 and 2

Drama:

  1. Russian Doll. I felt like it didn’t stick the landing, but is still good. 
  2. The Americans, Seasons 1 and 2. Really, really good. Difficult to keep going though, but plan to this year. 
  3. Game of Thrones, Season 8. Also didn’t stick the landing. 

Reality:

All of this was comfort TV and it was all reasonably fine. Watching older bake-off made me miss it more, there is a charming amateurishness to it all without it becoming an institution.

  1. The Great British Bake Off, seasons 2, 8-10
  2. Making It, Season 1

2019 Books in Review

2019 was an up and down year for my reading. In 2018, I began majorly clearing out books that I wasn’t planning on re-reading or reading at all. I started the year frustrated with the books I was reading, even as I attempted to stick to my goal to read at least 50% women. I wanted to further clear out my to-read pile, especially books I owned, but most of them were written by men. I was caught between an obligation to past me that had been interested in these books, yet at the same time not allowing for the fact that my interests had changed, and there were other things that I wanted to read. I felt beholden to past me without freeing up the space to let myself change.  I realized this early in the year, and wound up clearing out more space, revising my to-read lists, and just going ahead and reading things that still felt a little daunting. It paid off. My reading basically fell off a cliff once my wedding drew near, and all fall, I’ve read like 5 books.

My plan this year is still to strive for rough parity, but also to continue to read the things in my possession, and to continue to learn from the books that I am reading. Here’s the numbers.

2019 STATS

  • 53 Books Read
    • 27 by Women (51%)
    • 26 by Men (49%)
    • By author count, 24 women to 16 men
  • 7 books by authors with backgrounds outside of Britain and America. 1 from Italy, Japan, Australia, and South Africa each, with 3 authors from Canada. 
  • 6 British books by 6 different authors 
  • 39 books by Americans, with 29/30 authors represented (some books have multiple authors).
  • Of all the books I read, 16 were graphic novels and 6 were non-fiction. 

Looks like I hit my goal of reading women, but not necessarily reading super diversely. Most of the authors where white (even if they didn’t necessarily tell stories about white characters).

The Favorite Books I Read This Year: 

The Wizard of Earthsea, Tombs of Atuan, and The Farthest Shore, by Ursula K. LeGuin

I’d been meaning to read Ursula K. LeGuin forever, but somehow this is the first book of hers that I read, on the recommendation of my friend Aaron. These books are pretty short, reminiscent of the pulp books from earlier times, though today they read a little like Young Adult books. Yet, for such a slim book, this was surprisingly slow going for me. I was also reminded of Penny Arcade’s Jerry Holkins’ writing style, which does make sense. If anything, this sold fantasy more to me as a thing that I could definitely still be interested in. The second book felt more propulsive than the first, and I liked that we didn’t necessarily stick with Sparrowhawk as a narrator. The third book read definitively more like YA, and somehow felt more conventional than the first two. I’m made to understand by the internet that I should finish the series. 

A Fire Upon the Deep, by Victor Vinge

This was great, silly fun that I thought was a trilogy but instead is more just a standalone book that had some indirect sequels. I read it when I was sick in February, and found it pretty enjoyable. It wasn’t super deep about human ideas, but it had a ton of plot, which was fun. I struggled with things I wanted to read in the first few months of the year, and this book helped me shift gears mentally into focusing on things that were probably going to be fun, rather than like homework.

Lovecraft Country, by Matt Ruff

This book was all the rage two years ago, and it is great, fun, full of homages to “weird fiction” authors. It’s also overtly political, and explores the African-American experience during the mid-50’s set against a weird fiction backdrop, and using those tropes to explore redlining, interracial marriage, code switching, and other real issues in African-American culture. I liked this a lot, and I’m curious to see the HBO adaptation. 

A Tale for the Time Being, by Ruth Ozeki

I tried reading this when it was hot back in 2013, but couldn’t quite get into it. With more perspective on Japan, and a hankering for stories not set in LA, New York, or Britain, this was very refreshing. Set in British Columbia, this book is a thoughtful, moving meditation on choice, action, endurance, the circumstances that surround us, what we owe to our loved ones, and larger tragedies in our lives. This really was as lovely as everyone said it was going to be. 

Case Histories, by Kate Atkinson

I absolutely loved Life After Life, but I knew that Kate Atkinson was more famous for her mysteries. I picked this up from a Free Little Library, and then promptly devoured it. It’s got a great pace, and demanded to be read. It’s funny, twisty, turny, and reliably sets the hard-boiled private PI in the British mold. 

Jane Eyre, by Emily Bronte

This was sitting on my shelf, and after a book club where people held forth about how the older books were still relevant, I dived into Jane Eyre. It took me a while to get into it, but overall it was worthwhile. This is a strange book that goes places! It’s definitely got a gothic bent, but Jane is plucky, and doesn’t take shit. She survives some really hellish situations, and keeps on going. There are some conveniences with the plot, but this is a relatable book. Jane is thirsty for Mr. Rochester, and boy is Bronte not afraid to talk about it.

Spinning Silver, by Naomi Novik

Continuing my theme of getting back into fantasy, we read this for Book Club, and I really, really loved it! I devoured it! I’ve read some of the Temeraire novels, which Staehli loved, but this, woo boy, this was a fun read, definitely set in a Polish and Jewish tradition that made for a fun spin on everything. 

The Lost Girls of Camp Forevermore, by Kim Fu

This book may have given me the most to think about this year. I was surprised to see the relatively negative chatter on GoodReads about this book. I thought The Lost Girls of Camp Forevermore was an insightful exploration of trauma, and how traumatic events do and do not affect our lives. Kim Fu uses lives of the five girls affected by a traumatic accident while at a summer camp for 9-11 year olds to explore different responses to trauma and grief

The accident, where the girls’ camp counselor dies while they are on an overnight camping trip, sets off actions for our five girls: Nita, Andee, Isabel, Dina, and Siobhan. After the initial discovery of their camp counselor dead, Fu changes gears. The next chapter flashes forward to a close perspective on Nita, following her life just a few days to show that the incident resolves with all the girls alive, but with an experience that may shape their whole lives. Or doesn’t, it turns out. What happened at camp doesn’t define Nita, but it does inform how she responds to future incidents that have a much stronger impact on her life. 

The rest of the novel seesaws between the unfolding tragedy of the girls trying to make it to safety over the course of two days and we begin to see how each girl behaves in a life-or-death situation as the action continue to unfold. Fu follows each advance with a further exploration of one character’s life. One girl is more passive in the incident, one lashes our, and we begin to see how personality traits defined at 10 manifest themselves more fully during the teen years, and young adulthood. Some allow what happened to them to define who they become, whereas others have a whole litany of harrowing life circumstances that they have to navigate, of which the traumatic summer camp is just one in a sequence of terrible events they have to deal with. 

To me, the special part of this book is that it made me angry, and part of that anger was the good writing. Fu writes the different manners in which trauma expresses itself in the subtle ways that characters think and feel that I found myself getting angry with character’s decisions. The girl who was the most passive maintains an element of that passivity for the rest of her life, and I railed against that as a reader. I wanted her to make choices! But at the same time, I understand that people who have been through traumatic incidents do have this reaction, they go catatonic, they shut down, wait for the danger to pass, before picking up again as if nothing has happened. This isn’t healthy behavior, but Fu crafts realistic characters, not healthy ones. I really appreciated this book, and it left me thinking and wanting to push it into the hands of my friends. 

Her Body and Other Parties, by Carmen Maria Machado

Again, this book has been getting a great-deal of well-deserved buzz. A series of masterful short stories that range from seemingly confessional autobiographies to twists on urban myths to compelling, elegant horror stories. I loved this, and barely read anything after it, though I did get married this year. 

Things I Hated:

If On a Winter’s Night A Traveler, by Italo Calvino (book club). I really did not like this. My book club selection. God, I hated this. Sexist, meandering, and dated.

Shanghai Dancing, by Brian Castro. This was a Did Not Finish for me, after reading half-way through. At around 250 pages, I had to give in and admit that I did not really care what happened to the alcoholic sad sack narrator. Some of the language was beautiful, but that wasn’t enough to keep me involved. 

I was first exposed to this book by the Millions Review, which described it as a great book about memory and being, illustrative of other Western authors but set firmly in the Pacific, a very different milieu. I was excited to read about this interplay, especially since Brian Castro has seemingly won every literary award Australia has to offer.

The writing is admittedly beautiful, but what it describes is all so ugly: grime, trash, drunks, syphilitics, leaky roofs, ugly plastic, all piled on top of one another. And the polyphonic family, with so many relatives, both blood and informal, they all rammed together in my head. We bounce back and forth between uncles, aunts, fathers, sons. But none it is distinct, it’s all hazy, and when I don’t like our main character, I ceased to care. I’ve read and enjoyed other memory novels, but this one was so sprawling as to seem more like a stunt. I admired the writing, I just wish it was put to better use.

Ringworld, by Larry Niven

Big classic sci-fi in good ways and bad ways. Explores an interesting idea, but is very, very sexist.

Other things I read:

Fiction:

  1. Murder in G Major, by Alexia Gordon (book club)
  2. Wyrd Sisters, by Terry Pratchett. I don’t like the Witches books as much as some of the others
  3. Hey Ladies: The Story of 8 Best Friends, 1 Year, and Way, Way Too Many E-mails, by Michelle Markowitz and Caroline Moss. Fun! Cringey! Some other friends had read it and identified with the horrific e-mails.
  4. The Picture of Dorian Gray, by Oscar Wilde. This was interesting in that Wilde actually put forth a central argument about art, and people’s place in art. I think its all terribly wrong, but he certainly did it. 
  5. Creatures of Will and Temper, by Molly Tanzer. Refutes Wilde in some big and small ways that are interesting: we don’t see Dorian’s friends, we don’t see his community, and it’s not “one big decision to be evil.” I liked this much better that Dorian, but still not as much as her first novel Vermilion, which was one of my favorites two years ago. 
  6. Song of Solomon, by Toni Morrison. I started but never finished this book in college. I liked it well enough to keep it on my shelf for a long time, and now I’ve finally finished it! It’s weird and good and interesting. 
  7. The Gunslinger, by Steven King. Simpler and quicker than expected. Still interesting though. Younger Brandon would have OBSESSED over this.
  8. All the Birds in the Sky, by Charlie Jane Anders. Good, but also seemed sort of inconsequential a bit at the end. The ending was a little pat.
  9. Peace, by Gene Wolf. Not your typical sci-fi, almost like a horror novel. A slow burn that took me a while to read.
  10. Gnomon, by Nick Harkaway. Felt slightly let down by this one. My friend Aaron loved it and loaned it to me. 
  11. Eve’s Hollywood, by Eve Babitz. This took longer to read than I expected, and had its more serious, more light sections. Almost like a diary novel. I liked it more than Joan Didion for portraying LA.
  12. Broken Monsters, by Lauren Beukes. A perfectly fine horror novel. 
  13. Company Town, by Madeline Ashby. A pulpy sci-fi novel. Liked it, interesting ideas, but not too memorable.
  14. The Berlin Stories, by Christopher Isherwood. The basis for Cabaret, which I’ve still never seen. 
  15. Nova, by Samuel Delaney. Good, but definitely a riff on Moby Dick. Definitely a 70’s book.
  16. The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, by Haruki Murakami. Dreamy, symbolic, and prepped me sort-of for Japan. I liked it a fair amount, much more than Norwegian Wood, and would try reading his other stuff. 
  17. Blackout, by Connie Willis. I’ve loved most of Connie Willis’ other time travel books, but this one is a little too hectic as it tries to balance three different characters.

Non-Fiction:

  1. A Walk in the Woods, by Bill Bryson. This was quicker than expected, and read basically like Wild, but with male privilege.
  2. The Secret History of Wonder Woman, by Jill Lepore. The scope was so narrow: it was more the history of Feminism through the lens of Wonder Woman. It was super informative, but also didn’t go any further than the 1970s.
  3. Cork Dork, by Bianca Bosker. I re-read this for book club and liked it less the second time around. People were good to point out the various amounts of privilege Bosker has, which were much more glaring on a second time through. 
  4. Hollywood’s Eve, by Lili Anolik. A non-fiction book about Eve Babitz, made me feel both better and worse about the book I had just read.
  5. Ranger Confidential, by Andrea Lankford. I didn’t actually like this very much. It’s like bar-room stories from a former Park Ranger (who are more like police than I thought).
  6. I Like to Watch: Arguing My Way Through the TV Revolution, by Emily Nussbaum. A series of collected essays about Television. I think that she is moving toward a good argument, but I was already sold on that argument, so overall, this was a confirming read, not a revelatory one. 

Graphic Novels:

  1. Ms. Marvel, Vol 1, by G. Willow Wilson. This was really good, you could tell it was aimed a bit at kids, but it was smart, and worthwhile.
  2. Lumberjanes, Vol 1, by Noelle Stevenson. Better than I remembered. I should continue reading this.
  3. The Immortal Hulk: Or Is He Both, by Al Ewing. Interesting deep dive into the Hulk mythos, which is rooted in a horror comic background. I really dug this.
  4. Sex Criminals, Vols 4 & 5, by Matt Fraction. I have found this a little hit and miss.
  5. Smut Peddler, edited by C. Spike Trotman. Some stories were more for me than others.
  6. Something New: Tales from a Makeshift Bride, by Lucy Knisley. The emotions hit a good number of beats, but at the same time, I realized how privileged (even though she was trying to keep her dollar amount down) she was. I was hoping for more applicable advice about my own wedding, mixed with memoir, but there wasn’t that much I could necessarily take away. I really did like her voice and style, but at the same time, it didn’t feel applicable to me.
  7. Saga, 1-9, by Brian Vaughn. I caught up with Saga, and it’s still pretty zippy and great. Surprises throughout.

This year, my resolution is to read more things that make me happy.

 

2018 Books in Review

In 2017, I didn’t read any white men. I chose instead to read only women and men of color. In 2018, I wanted to try and reduce my to-read list, and add to it as little as possible. This was especially true for books that I own. I had been putting off reading books that I had inherited from my uncle in 2005 for over a decade. I started with nearly 100 books, mostly classics of American, British, and European fiction. Some of it I ditched nearly immediately, others I saved for post-college, when I figured I would read these classics. And after college, I did! I read East of Eden by John Steinbeck, and loved it, and then tried to read some other things. I made it through some Hemingway, attempted F. Scott Fitzgerald a few times, and read some French Existentialist books by Camus and Sartre. The books eventually dwindled. I made big purges each move. Four or five years ago, I set myself the challenge to read or get rid of all the unread books I possessed before I was 30. I’m 32 now, and there’s still about 35 books in my possession that I’ve never read, though only a handful came from my uncle. But I also have digital bookshelves at Goodreads and the Library, filled with things I’m interested in, that seem more fun and urgent than reading Wuthering Heights or Emma.

When I ended my self-imposed “no white men” ban in 2018, I reshuffled my physical book shelves, but just started trying to get my to-read lists under 100 books. I devoured easy graphic novels: Matt Fraction’s Hawkeye, his independent book Sex Criminals, and John Allison’s Bad Machinery and Giant Days books. I finished the rest of the Indiespensible books I intended to read: the delightfully weird Stephen Florida by Gabe Habash, and the historical page-turner Bark Skins by Annie Proulx.

But at a certain point in the year, around late April I ran out of gas. I reshuffled my book shelves again. Staehli had slowly been accumulating more books, and despite her purging instincts, didn’t want to get rid of anything more than she had already dispatched. She wanted to grow her collection a little. She has one bookshelf. I have three. I said I would get rid of some books. The choice to get rid of more books, books that I hadn’t necessarily hated, but instead felt obligated to, forced me to confront the questions: who do I want to be? And the question behind that: why?

After college, when I set my initial goal of reading more and watching movies more, I wanted to not be ignorant. I wanted to get references. I wanted to have cache. In history class, I always admired the literary salons, where artists and poets and thinkers gathered to hash out the ideas of the day. I always wanted to create that atmosphere. I wanted to be fluent with the classics and track their influence through history. Yet, I found a lot of the classics boring. None of my friends were reading them with any regularity. The whole point of so much of my reading, of this entire endeavor of summarizing my habits at the end of each year, is to start a conversations about books and movies. I’ve been a member of a book club for five years now, and we meet pretty reliably 9-10 times a year to talk books. But no one was pushing me to read the lesser known works of F. Scott Fitzgerald. No one wanted to discuss the Iliad and the Odyssey (unless it was the new translation, the first by a woman). No one was eager to revive the Beat Movement. I continually asked myself again and again this year: was I reading these books for me? For someone else? If that someone else, then who? Why did I even want to read these in the first place?

I ultimately realized that the only person who put these expectations on me…was me. And why I had these expectations was based out of a false sense of duty to a resolution an 18-year-old Brandon made. That was 14 years ago. I have grown since then, my interests have changed. No one is going to judge me if I haven’t read the canon, because I don’t have a PhD in literature. Even people I know with PhDs in Literature haven’t read “the canon” because academia doesn’t work like that anymore. I don’t have to worry about letting anyone down with what I choose to read. If I didn’t feel like I could loan out or re-visit these books, then I didn’t need them.

So I’ve been purging a lot of books over the last year. I got rid of books I’d never re-read, books I didn’t feel comfortable loaning out, books I finally admitted to myself that I felt I was saving because I was obligated to, not because I was actually excited about reading them. After feeling like I was just checking a lot of boxes in the first four months of the year, I began to move little more instinctively – I gravitated back towards Sci-Fi and Fantasy. I used to be a devoted fantasy and sci-fi reader, but I was made to be ashamed of them in high school, and thought of them as a guilty pleasure. But my friends are nerds, and they have encouraged me throughout the years to re-embrace these genres. The sci-fi and fantasy books I used to read before, they were all white male power fantasies that at best explored the responsibility of ruling the world. This seemed normal to a teenage white boy because in part of the privilege at play: it was eminently possible that a white boy could grow up to be the President, and would have to make decisions about the fate of the world. But that stopped being interesting or compelling, and I fell out of love with the genre. But since I had been away, authors had been doing interesting things, exploring interesting ideas in these same realms. My friends were talking about interesting books, so back in I went. I found myself devouring Sci-Fi and Fantasy novels so much quicker than other books. I like the questions they ask about our society. I think especially the authors who are able to blend new sensibilities into their literary fiction and literary fiction’s strong point of view into their genre fiction are my favorite. A book that really sold me on this way of writing way back when was Michael Chabon’s The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, a book about Jewish identity, comic books, and love. I felt some of the similar ideas in N.K. Jesimin’s Hugo-Award winning The Fifth Season trilogy: The Fifth Season, The Obelisk Gate, and The Stone Sky. These books are about race, responsibility, community, and love. They are also about a race of people who can sense through and manipulate stone. I bought all of these books, loved reading them, and then immediately sought to press them into the hands of friends. I’ve already loaned the first one out. These books feel urgent in their discussion about racism and how it operates, yet clever enough to abstract the hated idea beyond the color of skin but into an ability. Which is ultimately what people fear: the difference. With its setting based on a geological time table, you can chart the systemic impact of racism over time. This was powerful, heady stuff that was a far cry from another orphan becoming the world savior by divine inheritance. These books were some of the best things I read all year.

This year, I read 71 books, of which 28 were by Women (39%) and 43 by Men (61%). However, by author count, 21 women to 22 men, which is better. Most of what I read this year was fiction, though I did read 25 Graphic Novels and 6 non-fiction books. As for international authors, I read 9 books by authors with backgrounds outside of Britain and America, with no repeats: Vietnam, Taiwan, Russia, Pakistan, Native-American, Koreans in Japanese, French, Italian, and Chinese. I read 21 British books by only 6 authors (most were just from two authors: John Allison Terry Pratchett). I read 41 books by Americans, with 28 authors represented.

In the upcoming year, I’d like to read at least 50% books by women. I’d also like to continue to break down my to-read list. I would also like to be able to talk to more people about the books I am reading, which is a different thing entirely, but I miss that. This list, and my book club shouldn’t be the only forums for my book discussions. So I’d also like to make that commitment.

Favorites:

While N.K. Jemisin’s series was the perfect marriage of topics for my year, I also really liked the following books.

The Idiot, by Elif Batuman
This was on my to-read list, and also was in the Tournament of Books. It features a unique thing I haven’t seen much in media in general: a failure-to-launch relationship. We get to see all the ways in which this fails: the way Selin (our main character) and Ivan (her beau) talk around one another, the way Selin doesn’t know how to communicate her desire, the way Ivan can’t give her space to do so. This is a great college novel, more true than others I’ve read to a certain kind of college experience. There’s the late night philosophical conversations, discovering the centrality of alcohol to college socializing, and navigating turning acquaintances into friendships. Selin is searching for meaning in all sorts of ways, and seems on the cusp so many times, and learns little lessons, but never gets to any big conclusion. I think that’s a unique experience to read about, and we’re keep reading because the voice of Selin is engaging, and funny.

Stephen Florida, by Gabe Habash
This was also in the Tournament of Books, but I owned it since it was one of the last Indiespensible books I received (Powell’s book club). This book was a strange trip about an obsessive, somewhat off-putting but still funny NCAA Division III wrestler, the titular Stephen Florida. Stephen’s world is essentially: wrestling and everything else, which creates choices for himself when obstacles like physical injury get in the way of wrestling. Very visceral and compelling. A very different kind of college novel.

Secondhand Time: The Last of the Soviets, by Svetlana Alexievich
I tried reading this in 2016, I think, or maybe in 2017. For my book club, I suggested all non-fiction books, and this is what we picked. A series of  oral histories from people who lived under Russia’s Soviet rule contrasted with the youth, who never experienced the Soviet system. This book was rough, there’s a lot of misery and unhappiness here. At the same time, there’s a lot to unpack about how the transition was handled, what happened, and how it explains Russia today. I really appreciated it. 

John Allison, Bad Machinery (1 – 6 and Giant Days (1 – 4)

John Allison tops the sheer number of books I read in 2018. Scary Go Round was one of my favorite webcomics, and I wanted to give his newer stuff a try. All winter, I kept myself cozy with John Allison’s continuing stories in Tackleford with Bad Machinery. Bad Machinery follows boy and girl detective groups, as they tackle selkies, aliens, and serial arsonists, as well as the struggles against puberty and general school issues. Alison’s writing style is just great, so dry and funny. His work can be unexpectedly emotional, as he experiments with character pairings, their growth, the elderly, and more. This is great work, and I’m eagerly awaiting the last three series to get published. 

Giant Days takes characters we met in Scary Go Round, and sends them off to college.
It has a different feel because John Allison isn’t also illustrating it. It’s a little more colorful, cartoony, and real, not quite like Allison’s usual stretchy and sketchy palette. It took me a little while to adjust, but it’s great stuff. 

Monstress, by Marjorie Liu (Vol 1 – 3)
Monstress was one of my favorite books from last year, and this year I caught up on the next few books. Taking place in a very stylized world rooted in Japanese mythology, humans, animal spirits, and their mixed-children battle for the right to exist. There’s also some literal giant ghost gods wandering around. I re-read the first graphic novel, and there’s so much detail, it holds up well to additional reads. The books are lushly illustrated, creating an imaginative world that I desperately want to spend more time in.

Kushiel’s Dart, by Jacqueline Carey
This was the turning point for my year. This was Maggie’s book club selection. I wound up really liking this. It was was like a better Game of Thrones. A mediaeval world with light magic (more like fate and prophecy, with one or two exceptions), our main character, a consort to the rich and powerful, swept up in the thick of things by political machinations, sold into slavery, who tricks her way back into the kingdom to help save the day. I found this very readable, and it was so much more interesting that what I had mostly been reading during the beginning of the year. It made me want to have more fun reading. 

Men at Arms, by Terry Pratchett
This is probably the Pratchett that people have been talking about all this time. I tried reading Terry Pratchett many years ago, but started at the beginning, and couldn’t find a grove in his books. I know friends who swear by the Night’s Watch subsection of Discworld, and wanting something lighter toward the end of the year, I sprang for this. This book was written in 1993, and feels like it could have been written a few years ago. Pratchett gets to the heart of racism and discrimination, especially within a police force. I found it compelling, funny, and interesting.

Circe, by Madeline Miller
This was Charlotte’s book club book, and one of the more recent books we’ve read. I’m glad we opted for something recent. The story is essentially Circe’s life story, told from her perspective. I actually wasn’t as familiar with Circe (I confused her with Calypso), so this book proved to be surprising over and over again. The writing was really beautiful, evocative, and the story was strongly paced. Totally recommend

Anathem, by Neal Stephenson
Neal Stephenson is one of my favorite authors, but this massive tome had sat on my shelf for years. I tried reading this several years ago, but gave up after 100 pages because I couldn’t quite get the math it was trying to talk about. This time, I got it. This self-contained book gets into some heady stuff about existence, parallel worlds, and the ability of math to communicate complex ideas, while managing to be drolly funny and exciting.

The Art of Gathering, by Priya Parker
Staehli got this for my birthday, because I had been talking about my idea of how people congregate, and what affects how and why people are able to congregate. This non-fiction book was more about the details of event/party planning, but was still fascinating to read about the formal pieces of bringing people together. A little self-helpy, but I liked it.

Fiction:

Kill Creek, by Scott Thomas
A tight horror novel with a fair amount of a meta-twist about horror novelists staying in a haunted house. Interesting, though all of the female authors were poorly described, especially the only female author. Wanted to be a screenplay, it felt. A Book-Club Book.

Barkskins, by Annie Proulx
This went much faster than I was expecting, and was quite good. It tells the story of America through the history of plundering its forests, and the idea of forest management. The novel follows to very different families, including one primarily of Native descent across the Canadian/America border. The book is realistic about what has actually happened to America’s virgin forests. I was really impressed, and liked it a great deal. An Indiespensible Book.

Sphinx, by Anne Garreta
An experimental book about two lovers that does not identify either by any gender pronouns. Translated from French (Where this is supposed to have been incredibly difficult, since its a gendered language). This didn’t seem as groundbreaking to me now, 30 years later with many different types of literature have since explored the different trans and LGBTQ narratives. 

Exit West, by Mohsin Hamad
This was so, so good in the moment. I picked it up for the Tournament of Books. A small, sensitive novel about the current refugee crisis that was incredibly moving story about place, faith, identity, and trauma. However, looking back, this book did not stick with me through the year. It felt like a fable, a beautiful jewel, but somehow didn’t make as much of a long-lasting impact. 

Boy, Snow, Bird by Helen Oyeyemi
This was okay, a twist on the Snow White fairy tale until it was revealed that our closest thing to a villain, the abusive dad of Boy was trans or at least gender non-conforming. That really was not handled well. A Book Club Book.

A Murder of Quality, by John Le Carre
I really liked The Spy Who Came In From the Cold when I read it years ago. I got the first two books to learn more about the characters who appeared in that novel, but only got around to reading them much, much later. Except…none of those characters really appear in these books. This was totally servicable. Better than the first book, and you could really tell Le Carre hated British private schools. Late last year, I learned about them on Twitter, and they seemed abominable. So, very warranted!

Lincoln in the Bardo, by George Saunders
George Saunders short stories are renowned for good reasons. His first novel is on brand: weird, poetic, moving and scatalogical both. Not my favorite though, but still good.

Red Dragon, by Thomas Harris
This was interesting, a bunch of actions and material that has been foregrounded by adaptations of Hannibal Lecter is backgrounded here. This seems like a sequel to a book that was never written. Fascinating! A book club book.

Pachinko, by Min Jin Lee
I took my time with this one, and it was so, so good, though filled with a fair amount of misery. The story of a family of Korean immigrants in Japan over three generations. With this novel, I got the chance to explore something that I had never explored before, and was relevant. And, I could talk to Staehli about! She confirmed that the Korean’s experience in Japan is not…great.

Universal Harvester, by John Darnielle
This was not as thrilling as I thought it would be, and is more of a story about loss and mothers, and the weird things we do to help cope with those things. It is about cults though. Nothing special. 

Play It As It Lays, by Joan Didion
This was depressing! Well written and depressing. My second Joan Didion book, I think I prefer her non-fiction.

American Knees, by Shawn Wong
Good, sexy, complicated. A self-described beach read that I read on the beach! Also about identity, especially Asian identity and mixed-race identity.

My Brilliant Friend, by Elena Ferrante
I heard all about Elena Ferrante’s Neapolitan series, and was curious. I traded in some books to Third Place Books, and picked this up. It was a bildungsroman, but also sort of claustrophobic in that none of the characters seem to be able to escape the crippling poverty. Sly, with interesting characters. I’m not sure I’ll pursue this story through the rest of the novels.

This Is How It Always Is, by Laurie Frankel
Both very interesting, mostly well written, and somewhat problematic. Explores a variety of trans topics super well, while also being told very much from a place of upper-middle class privilege. Also, a very white book that literally has a magical person of color. There are definite elements to like in this book, but detractors too. A book club book.

The Sympathizer, by Viet Thanh Nguyen
I learned about the Vietnam War in history class, and the American perspective through a variety of narrative fiction films. I learned about some from the Vietnamese students I met at work. But I’ve never read about the Vietnam perspective, and The Sympathizer attempts to rectify that. Nominally about an assistant to a South Vietnamese General, the book expands to include Vietnamese diaspora in California following the war, the developing community there, the American story around Vietnam, the resistance efforts, and divided loyalties along the way. Powerful book. 

The Last Report of the Miracles of Little No Horse, by Louise Erdich
I liked this more than I thought I would. I’m not a religious person, so I tend to avoid stories about faith, but our Book Club chose this story about a woman living as a male priest on a reservation. Lyrical, full of moments both earthy and divine, while also archiving the various injustices perpetrated against Native peoples. I quite liked this.

Undermajordomo Minor, by Patrick DeWitt
My book club read the Sisters Brothers ages ago, and I remember hearing good things about DeWitt’s follow up about a teen who takes a job a far-away castle run by a madman. Our teen falls in love, things happen. I really didn’t like this at all. The main character was a weasel of a man, there’s a weird terrible ending, and it’s just all no good.

Notes of a Crocodile, by Qiu Miaojin
I really enjoyed my first few encounters with the New York Review of Books classics imprint. I soured a little on some of the selections – Kingsley Amis isn’t my jam, and had a similarly mixed experience here. I recognize that Taiwan just legalized being LGBTQ just recently, so Taiwanese LGBTQ “fiction” is important. However, reading the introduction to this book kind of spoiled it to me, since it’s based on the authors journals. The book was published posthumously, and it’s not difficult to read some real struggles and difficulties with mental health into the narrative. Groundbreaking, heartbreaking, and ultimately not my cup of tea.

Sci-Fi and Fantasy

Black Powder War, by Naomi Novik
I started the Temeraire series in 2017, and picked it back up in 2018. It continues to be enjoyable reading, though the first book is the best, I think. I really appreciated its commitment to history. 

Empire of Ivory, by Naomi Novik
The fourth book in the Temeraire series. This one didn’t seem quite as deep, but history changed again. Very little colonialism in this book, in part because of the presence of dragons. A very fascinating view of Africa, where they throw off the yoke the European colonizers. I liked that. 

A Victory of Eagles, by Naomi Novik
The alternate history continues, this time with a successful invasion by Napoleon into Britain. However, folks are ready, and the general course of history continues. Interesting problems afoot in future books, which I hope to get to in 2019.

Borne, by Jeff VanderMeer
This was good, and interesting, but not necessarily great. In a world ravaged  by genetic editing (which has culminated in an enormous flying bear), Rachel attempts to survive in a wasteland. She ultimately discovers a new kind of life, balled Borne, that can learn and mimic life. This book had the possibility to be great, but it diverged from the heart of the novel, which is the relationship between Rachel and Borne into something else.

The Best of Connie Willis: Award Winning Short Stories, by Connie Willis
I bought this when we went to see Connie Willis read at the Seattle Public Library. I had read some,  but finally decided to complete it this year. I liked some stories better than others. Essentially, her time travel novels and stories tend to be my favorites.

The Fellowship of the Ring, by J.R.R. Tolkien
After reading Kushiel’s Dart, and wanting to read more fantasy. Something I wanted to try again is re-reading Lord of the Rings. I read the books in high school, before the movies came out, and remember them being much more stiff, almost Shakespearean. Reading them now, they’re structured more like Beowulf, sort of. Re-reading these, it’s more apparent to me how faithful the movies are to the book. Re-reading it, with a few exceptions, the scenes have replaced my visions of the book in my memory. 

The Two Towers, by J.R.R. Tolkien
The second LOTR book has its ups: Ents, Faramir, and Helms Deep. Contrasting, the Frodo stuff can drag soooo much. I lost steam after this one, and feeling pressed by other books, didn’t finish the trilogy. 

Palimpsest, by Catherynne Valente
One of my favorite books last year was by Valente, so when I wanted something to read quick, I turned to one of her earlier works, about a dream city (or the real one?). People in our world can only access the city if they’ve slept with someone who has access. You can only visit a particular neighborhood, its map tattooed on your skin, when you sleep. You can visit other neighborhoods by sleeping with other people. You can see some of the things that I admire and enjoy in Valente’s novels in their early stages here: romantic obsession and sacrifice, playing with genres, her familiarity with mental illness, but this never coalesces into something more than an interesting idea.

The Last Continent, by Terry Pratchett
Later in the summer, I picked up this book out of a Free Little Library. For me, this is was a nice breath of fresh air. This is where my Terry Pratchett re-read started. A cute look at Australia, with some satirical elements.

Guards, Guards! By Terry Pratchett
To finish out my year of reading, my friend Aaron loaned me a passel of his Terry Pratchett books. I started with the predecessor to Men at Arms, when Vimes is at his drunkest, and there are dragons. The seeds of cleverness are there, and the Nights Watch is my favorite.

Equal Rites, by Terry Pratchett
This book is the beginning of the Witches novels. Supposedly, I head read this book before, but I don’t remember it all. I liked this one a fair amount, about a witch born into a wizard’s power, and working on being accepted into the Unseen University. It’s a nice start. 

The Hogfather, by Terry Pratchett
Around Christmas, I figured I’d start with something seasonal. This is a novel in the Death series, and is enjoyably meta. I liked the general conceit, even when it ended in a  slightly different place than expected. I want to check out more of the Death novels later.

Graphic Novels

Matt’s Fraction’s Hawkeye (Hawkeye: My Life as a Weapon, Little Hits, LA Woman, Rio Bravo)
I always liked Hawkeye as a character and this is really interesting take on him: less openly pure than Captain America, just a very talented man trying to do good. I like this little world quite a bit, especially the minimalism of the design of New York. And pizza dog. Always enjoy pizza dog. Later in the series, there are some nice interludes to develop Kate, the other Hawkeye. As the series goes along, it feels a little less focused, like she should be able to do more than she has, though she is out of her element. Overall, the series ended okay, I think the beginning two books were better. The resolution seemed clear, and maybe a little rushed?

Matt Fraction’s Sex Criminals (Vols 1 – 3)
Technically an ongoing series about a small group of people who can stop time when they orgasm. This starts funny, but also poignant, exploring how sexual hangups come to be, how people deal with them both alone and with partners. The later books dives deeper into therapy, sex work, and the weird developments that occur when people who can stop time with their orgasms exist. The third novel feels like it loses steam compared to the first two volumes, where people’s explorations were put on hold.

March, Vol 1, by John Lewis
I have heard many praises to the March series, and found a copy on Martin Luther King Day in a Free Little Library. I picked it up, and started reading. Finished on the day of the Women’s March, six days later. It’s a great read, tells me history about a person I didn’t know and gives me more details about the broader civil rights movement. Totally recommended.

Fatale, by Ed Brubaker
I don’t remember how this got on my to-read list. It’s very much detective fiction with a Lovecraftian bent. It’ reminds me a little of Hellboy, but it super leans into its tropes knowingly, and not always in a fun or good way.

My Favorite Thing is Monsters, by Emil Ferris
This was really good, and a nice breather, a reminder that not all graphic novels are superhero books or little witty British slice of life mysteries. This is a diary-style graphic novel that is part murder mystery, part coming-out tale, part growing up in poor parts of Chicago. Our protagonist loves to draw her life, and classic Universal Monsters stuff. There was some horror, but some great autobiographical stuff in here (although fictionalized). The second book comes out this year. 

Rocket Girl, by Brandon Montclare
Staehli got me this for our first anniversary. It’s a fun and pulpy story about a rocket-powered police officer teenager.

Non-Fiction

Wine Wars, by Mike Veseth
Nick and Megan heard all the good things I had to say about Cork Dork, and loaned me this book, by a former professor from our Alma Mater. This book was all about wine economics, which was interesting in its own way in shaping wine history, and touched on similar themes to Cork Dork, but just I liked Cork Dork more. Still not bad for someone wanting to learn more about that side of wine though.

Slouching Towards Bethlehem, by Joan Didion
I liked these short articles more than Play It As It Lays, but I could definitely see the same connections of the authors. 

Taste of Empire: How Britain’s Quest for Food Shaped the Empire, by Lizzie Collingham
The exploration of Britains changing diet during its empire period. Collingham does a good job interrogating how many dietary changes came about, and how most of them were actually pretty bad for people, and were largely tied into economics, and issues of scaling appropriately. It’s an informative read, but unfortunately it didn’t feel like it built to much a formal conclusion. A Book Club Book. 

Last Train to Paradise, by Les Standiford
This had sat on my to-read list for some time, essentially about one of the five richest men in America inventing the state we now know as Florida, by installing a train route to Key West. A phenomenal task that he simply threw money at until the problems went away. The train line stood for over thirty years before a hurricane destroyed a big chunk of the bridges. The entire effort was predicated on the idea that ships would flock to Key West as the first port of call on the East Coast after exiting the newly build Panama Canal, but that never happened. The rail road was never re-built, but this is a pretty entertaining story nonetheless.

And that’s it!