[{"id":277363,"date":"2026-09-25T07:20:34","date_gmt":"2026-09-25T11:20:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=277363"},"modified":"2026-09-25T07:21:15","modified_gmt":"2026-09-25T11:21:15","slug":"have-they-ruined-our-beloved-scholastic-book-fair","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/have-they-ruined-our-beloved-scholastic-book-fair\/","title":{"rendered":"Have They Ruined Our Beloved Scholastic Book Fair?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Oh, Scholastic Book Fair. If you made your way through a public school in North America anytime during the past half-century, you should recall that shiny catalog. That sudden, circus-like presence in the school library.<\/p>\n<p>On Monday, the critic Michelle Cyca argued as much in an evocative piece for <em><a href=\"https:\/\/thewalrus.ca\/scholastic-book-catalogue\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">The Walrus<\/a>.\u00a0<\/em>Cyca remembered the fair, with its order forms and <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9798225011895\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Animorphs<\/em><\/a> box sets, as a key Millennial touchstone. But when her young daughter brought a current catalog home, sorrow usurped nostalgia.<\/p>\n<p>Cyca was distressed to note that many of today&#8217;s fair offerings are mere &#8220;extensions of toy or TV franchises,&#8221; like Lego, Pok\u00e9mon, or <em>Paw Patrol<\/em>. What&#8217;s worse, these offerings seem &#8220;to be marketing themselves not on the merits of imaginative storytelling but on their proximity to more stimulating entertainments.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>But what does it mean\u2014especially considering this national reading crisis we keep hearing about\u2014if the fair of yore is <em>dead<\/em>? Is this one more win for the baddies? Or a case of rose-colored glasses?<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>First, some context. Scholastic launched its first teen-targeted book clubs in 1948. Their Pocket Book program allowed students to access affordable books by ordering them from magazines stationed in the classroom.<\/p>\n<p>The book fairs kicked off in 1982. Early iterations gave Scholastic titles\u2014like the <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780545215787\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Clifford<\/em><\/a> series\u2014space to do gangbusters. In subsequent eras, the fair proved crucial to the growth of other YA properties, like <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9798225088477\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Hunger Games<\/em><\/a> or <i><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780545847308\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Goosebumps<\/a>\u00a0<\/i>series.<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">Neither spin-off books nor merch are new to the fair. And franchise offerings are something we can trace back to at least 2002.<\/p>\n<p>In addition to fanning a love of reading, the fair has always claimed a fiscal purpose. In North America, it offers a supplemental funding pipeline for under-resourced schools. A Scholastic rep <a href=\"https:\/\/www.fox13news.com\/news\/from-goosebumps-captain-underpants-story-nostalgia-behind-scholastic-book-fair\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">told <em>Fox 13<\/em><\/a> that book fairs have helped raise more than $2 billion for American schools in the last decade alone.<\/p>\n<p>Hard yums to yuck, in <a href=\"https:\/\/www.npr.org\/2026\/09\/24\/nx-s1-5968605\/education-department-dismantling-how-its-going\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">this economy<\/a>. Even if the quality in the stacks has been compromised. But to Cyca, that earlier fair was most important for its purity.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;The order form elicited a buzz of permissible, wholesome consumerism,&#8221; she wrote, of the famous catalog. &#8220;[A]nd I loved the freedom of penciling in my choices after careful deliberation: <em>Animorphs<\/em>, Scott O\u2019Dell novels, R.L. Stine series that would give me nightmares for weeks.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Like a Proustian madeleine, I remember those <em>Animorphs<\/em>. But as another piece of IP that spawned its own TV drama, I&#8217;m inclined to question my instinct to distinguish K.A. Applegate&#8217;s series from the <em>Paw Patrol<\/em> or <em>Minecraft<\/em> novels\u2014at least on the object level.<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, neither spin-off books nor merch are new to the fair. And franchise offerings are something we can trace back to at least 2002, a year when the Arrow Top 10 bestseller list included&#8230; <em>a Pok\u00e9mon guide.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>At my American public school, the fair&#8217;s consumerism was less wholesome, more class stressor. Some kids had wads to throw around on Snoopy backpacks. Others had lunch money, which could really only translate to a sticker sheet or two.<\/p>\n<p>If you couldn&#8217;t afford <em>anything<\/em>\u2014or if your parents hadn&#8217;t been briefed in the ways of this strange social dance\u2014the fair could be a torturous rite. If one hadn&#8217;t banked enough points or ducats to buy that copy of <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9781785943355\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Little Women<\/em><\/a> with Winona on the cover, one could easily wind up like <em>Amy<\/em> March: Crying in the snow over limes.<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>Danika Ellis, a <em>Book Riot<\/em> editor and former bookseller, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.cbc.ca\/radio\/costofliving\/scholastic-books-fair-children-elementary-school-9.7074990\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">told CBC<\/a> that she&#8217;s long been skeptical of the fair for just this reason.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">We have kids who are walking away with huge stacks of books and posters and toys, and then kids who can\u2019t have anything or have a lot less. If the goal is to celebrate books and reading and get kids excited&#8230; is a for-profit book fair the best way to do that?<\/p>\n<p>This observation underlines the fair&#8217;s original sin, and standing paradox: buying books has never been the same as reading them.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph-qhe7w\">To be fair, Cyca has the same compunction, and notes in her elegy that the program has always escalated &#8220;micro and macro inequalities.&#8221; But if we all agree that the fair has <em>always<\/em> been imperfect as educational tools go, then doesn&#8217;t that force our nostalgia into a mostly <em>aesthetic<\/em> critique?<\/p>\n<p>Fine if so, natch. I miss the analog library aesthetic as much as any other self-respecting <em>Pen-15<\/em> fan. But purely aesthetic nostalgia can sometimes raise unwelcome dead\u2014like low-rise jeans.<\/p>\n<p>And if I&#8217;m being <em>really<\/em> honest about<em> my<\/em> fair? It was never about finding the &#8220;best&#8221; books. The un-classy offerings, or the aesthetic objects marketed to me &#8220;on their proximity to more stimulating entertainments,&#8221; were just as important as <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780440413288\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Bud, Not Buddy<\/em><\/a>. The greatest thrill, in fact, was often buying something your parents would never buy you in the first place.<\/p>\n<p>I circled <em>Garfield<\/em> and <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9798225091477\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Babysitter&#8217;s Club<\/em><\/a> and the <em>Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles <\/em>books in my catalog. Even though\u2014or, perhaps <em>because<\/em>?\u2014you could also catch the live versions of those stories during peak latchkey hours.<\/p>\n<p>And I doubt the high of coveting a <em>Star Wars<\/em> spin-off or a New Kids on the Block poster book was purer than the high of coveting whatever a squishmallow is. Assuming some kid somewhere does.<\/p>\n<p>Though I won&#8217;t speak for others, my fair was never about refining literary taste or honing a pure love of reading. The sheer amount of shiny objects for sale made sure of that. For better and worse, coveting was the exercise and the education. Because the fair was never ever <em>fair<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p class=\"paragraph-qhe7w\">At its core, Cyca&#8217;s (highly nuanced!) critique is less about the fair&#8217;s modern offerings or function than its<i> vibe<\/i>. The way it&#8217;s become embroiled in a larger sense of cultural degradation. Which brings me to Cory Doctorow&#8217;s handy term, &#8220;<a href=\"https:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/culture\/infinite-scroll\/the-age-of-enshittification\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">enshittification<\/a>.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Referring to the process by which a user experience degrades sharply as value is extracted from said user, <em>enshittification<\/em> is a symptom of late-stage capitalism.<\/p>\n<p>Doctorow has lobbed the charge hardest at Silicon Valley, where the dominant business model requires catering to (read: sucking data from) individuals only to abruptly change lanes and prioritize corporations.<\/p>\n<p>Enshittification, he argues, can account for why our digital feeds are sludged up with ads and AI slop. But the term has since proven portable for many businesses, beyond tech.<\/p>\n<p>The drive to prioritize mega-corps over the consumer can also explain why lots of experiences and products\u2014including <a href=\"https:\/\/fnewsmagazine.com\/2026\/04\/this-american-girl-doll-takes-ozempic\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">certain other Millennial aesthetic touchstones<\/a>\u2014just <em>feel worse<\/em> these days. Even if we can&#8217;t always say how.<\/p>\n<p>As Kyle Chayka noted in a shrewd review for <a href=\"https:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/culture\/infinite-scroll\/the-age-of-enshittification\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The New Yorker<\/em><\/a>, this coinage is satisfying. But an explanation does not a solution make. Not least because crying &#8220;it&#8217;s all gone to seed!&#8221; goes hand in hand with nostalgia.<\/p>\n<p>But lamenting the earlier, better object can be a distraction. A detriment to action, when what we ought to be doing is railing against the whole economic system that led a<em> squishmallow<\/em> to exist.<\/p>\n<p>Doomerism is a risky effect of rose-colored glasses. &#8220;Perhaps the worst outcome of enshittification is that it drives us to expect things to be bad,&#8221; Chayka wrote, &#8220;and to assume that they will only get worse.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>When it comes to the<em> thing<\/em> of the Scholastic Book Fair, I&#8217;m personally still on the fence. There&#8217;s good, there&#8217;s schlock, there&#8217;s capitalism. Maybe it was always the exact same fraught frenzy. And it&#8217;s just us readers who are finally growing up.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Oh, Scholastic Book Fair. If you made your way through a public school in North America anytime during the past half-century, you should recall that shiny catalog. That sudden, circus-like presence in the school library. 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It appears to be quite heavy, made of wood. It can be seen to rest upon his shoulders.&#8221; Read from <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/shrine-a-little-book-about-paul-thek\/\">V.H. 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Szil\u00e1gyi praises <a href=\"https:\/\/orionmagazine.org\/article\/garlic\/\">garlic, the \u201cpoor man\u2019s spice.\u201d<\/a> | Orion<\/li>\n<li>Andrew Nachemson reports on <a href=\"https:\/\/www.thedial.world\/articles\/news\/myanmar-junta-passport-restrictions\">how Myanmar\u2019s military regime tracks down dissidents<\/a>, even abroad. | The Dial<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>After 26 years, Cyberselfish, Paulina Borsook\u2019s prophetic look at big tech,\u00a0is more relevant than ever. | Lit Hub Technology &#8220;To win in significant ways, we will have to build and sustain movements, propelled by urgency, that move at a pace<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":61,"featured_media":277524,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[45236],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-277518","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-lit-hub-daily"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-1ac6","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/bellhooks.jpg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/277518","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/61"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=277518"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/277518\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/277524"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=277518"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=277518"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=277518"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":277275,"date":"2026-09-25T05:09:51","date_gmt":"2026-09-25T09:09:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=277275"},"modified":"2026-09-25T07:05:08","modified_gmt":"2026-09-25T11:05:08","slug":"a-prophetic-classic-about-the-dangers-of-tech-is-back-in-print","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/a-prophetic-classic-about-the-dangers-of-tech-is-back-in-print\/","title":{"rendered":"A Prophetic Classic About the Dangers of Tech is Back in Print"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Paulina Borsook saw there was something rotten afoot in Silicon Valley in the 1990s, and in her book <i>Cyberselfish: A Critical Romp through the Terribly Libertarian Culture of High Tech<\/i>, she set out to document and understand a peculiar mindset she saw emerging. Originally published in 2000, Paulina\u2019s observations in <i>Cyberselfish<\/i> have proved truer now than when it was first written. She saw that the culture of high tech was determinedly anti-government, even as it owed its growth to government subsidization. That tech prioritized the idea of progress and profits and ignored all costs. That it co-opted the language of evolution to make human decisions and power structures seem inevitable. That the industry was hyper-male and tended toward hyper-misogynistic. That its figureheads possessed great wealth but were abysmal at sharing that wealth through philanthropy.<\/p>\n<p><i>Cyberselfish<\/i> was published into a moment in which tech and its leaders\u2019 reputations were immaculate and unquestioned. Now we know better. Thanks to a surge of interest in her prophetic insights, <i>Cyberselfish<\/i> will be reissued this fall to a world that\u2019s finally ready to listen. The following is an excerpt from the new edition.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">*<\/p>\n<p><i>Cyberselfish <\/i>was written as a description of a subculture. It was never intended as a book of prophecy, but that sadly is what it has turned out to be. Social scientists and historians probably have a name for what happens when a minority culture becomes a majority one: What was written about here has become the dominant ideology of Silicon Valley leaders. The trends and ideas of this subculture coming into domination have had effects far worse than I could have imagined back when I was working on the project in the 1990s.<\/p>\n<p>Happy days, <i>Cyberselfish <\/i>was fortunate enough to have been well and widely reviewed all over the world when it came out, but it did not sell well. No doubt the dot-com crash (\u201clet\u2019s not think about those tech fools we got taken in by\u201d) followed by 9\/11 turned attention elsewhere. Thus the book went out of print decades ago, only a few years after it was published.<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">Sometimes the algorithm gives, in contrast to all the times it takes away.<\/p>\n<p>There had been some glimmers of renewed interest in the title in 2025; prices on used-book platforms started creeping up from the longtime humiliating low of five dollars (where postage and handling were\u00a0greater than the cost of the book itself) increasing within a few months to around ten dollars per copy\u2014and then suddenly moving ever upward. Before <i>Cyberselfish <\/i>became totally unavailable, the asking price was two hundred dollars and higher. Graduate students from around the world reached out, asking if I could help because they could not afford collectible rare-book prices. There was nothing I could do for this new generation of readers.<\/p>\n<p>Around the same time, in 2025, European academics started wanting to talk to me, as did some European media folks; I think the rise of Musk and DOGE were driving these outreach efforts.<\/p>\n<p>In May of 2025, a meteor strike hit my LinkedIn page. Jonathan Sandhu, whom I had not heard of, then a stranger, posted a detailed appreciation of <i>Cyberselfish<\/i>. Inspired by a mentor of his, Steven Hertzberg, someone else I had no acquaintance with, Sandhu began his post:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">In 2000, Paulina Borsook published Cyberselfish: A Critical Romp Through the Terribly Libertarian Culture of High Tech. The title alone told you what you were in for: a scalpel through Silicon Valley\u2019s self-congratulatory delusions. She called the industry\u2019s bluff on its faux-rebel mythos, its anti-government fetish, its pathological allergy to the social contract. She mapped the libertarian ego trip before it bought a hoodie and launched a surveillance startup.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">And no one listened.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">The book dropped during the dot-com collapse. It vanished almost instantly. Not because she was wrong\u2014but because she was too right, too early, and too unwilling to flatter the cathedral of code.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">The world rewarded those who said it all later, softer, or with credentials. And those people got book deals, fellowships, think tank gigs, tenured chairs, and keynote slots.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">Paulina got ignored.<\/p>\n<p>And the post continued after that.<\/p>\n<p>Sandhu\u2019s text went viral. Sometimes the algorithm gives, in contrast to all the times it takes away.<\/p>\n<p>The post went on to show up in front of so many people who weren\u2019t acquainted with Sandhu or me or <i>Cyberselfish<\/i>. And a few of these newly acquainted with the work turned out to be critical to bringing it back from its state of suspended animation.<\/p>\n<p>David Sierra bought a paperback and two hardcovers of <i>Cyberselfish <\/i>when these were still available for purchase in 2025. Among the many skills Sierra possesses are expertise with computer vision; after I asked him frantically if he could create a PDF of the book, which was needed to help make the case for the book\u2019s revival to potential publishers, he did so within ten minutes (!). All electronic versions had long since been vaporized by Public Affairs, the now-Hachette owned publisher of <i>Cyberselfish<\/i>; the book had been out of print for too long.<\/p>\n<p>Another person the algorithm mysteriously led me to was Giovanni Lostumbo. Lostumbo would do many things on behalf of the revivification of <i>Cyberselfish<\/i>, such as search Substack to determine that starting in March 2025 there were more and more mentions of the book, still more proof of its reputational renaissance.<\/p>\n<p>Lostumbo asked if I knew Gil Duran. \u201cNo, who\u2019s\u00a0Gil Duran?\u201d I was told Duran was working on a book named <i>The Nerd Reich<\/i>. I pinged Duran (whom Lostumbo was already in communication with); he had heard of <i>Cyberselfish <\/i>and we arranged to have lunch, where we then realized we were natural allies.<\/p>\n<p>As a coincidence, shortly after that lunch, <i>Wired <\/i>published a piece that more or less said \u201cHow did these guys turn out to be such sociopathic louts?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Duran, who had been interviewed for the feature, was not quoted and <i>Cyberselfish <\/i>was not mentioned. Displeased, Duran wrote a long post on BlueSky to the effect of \u201c<i>Cyberselfish <\/i>is really important and what writing about tech ought to be and the work has been unjustly forgotten.\u00a0Let\u2019s help bring it back into print.\u201d Another case of where the algorithm giveth:\u00a0Duran\u2019s post took off on BlueSky more so than anything else he had ever posted there and caught the attention of <i>New York Times <\/i>writer David Streitfeld.<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">It is unhappily worth mentioning\u00a0that <i>Cyberselfish <\/i>was originally composed in a safer time. Freedom of expression wasn\u2019t so in jeopardy.<\/p>\n<p>Streitfeld was intrigued by the death and life of\u00a0<i>Cyberselfish<\/i>. He and I talked and emailed for months and in the middle of this process, Duran had me appear on his podcast, aided by the work of his researcher\/editor\/producer Riley Robbins. The algos looked favorably upon this podcast episode as well, and within days, all copies of <i>Cyberselfish <\/i>had sold out globally. It then became only available in unauthorized editions or in the abridged audiobook from way back when: I had never been consulted about the abridgment.<\/p>\n<p>The interaction with Streitfeld led to a feature appearing in the <i>Times <\/i>on Thanksgiving of 2025. That day, my agent, Stuart Krichevsky, emailed: \u201cWe always knew you were right.\u201d Publishers became interested in a reprint and thus <i>Cyberselfish <\/i>has been brought back to life from the Graveyard of Lost Works.<\/p>\n<p>The following souls had the beat and kept it strong: David Temkin, Maria Bustillos, Kurt Taylor Gaubatz, Jeff Ubois, John Rieger, Jason Kehe. Each helped in his or her particular way to resurrect <i>Cyberselfish<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p>It is unhappily worth mentioning\u00a0that <i>Cyberselfish <\/i>was originally composed in a safer time. Freedom of expression wasn\u2019t so in jeopardy.<\/p>\n<p>Online and real-world harassment of people who hew to heterodox points of view hadn\u2019t become so intense and scary. I don\u2019t know that I would have had the courage to write <i>Cyberselfish <\/i>in 2026; I am just so grateful that what in effect is a twenty-fifth anniversary edition is now available.<\/p>\n<p>That Damned Book a.k.a. TDB was the nickname I had long given <i>Cyberselfish<\/i>. It went through three publishers and threw me terribly in debt. A friend who bought TDB when it first came out remarked that it was truer in 2025 than when it was written. It seems there have always been larger forces at play in terms of the fate of <i>Cyberselfish<\/i>; rhetoric that\u2019s positioned for the future sounds a bit touched by the supernatural.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\" style=\"text-align: center;\">__________________________________<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"277299\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/a-prophetic-classic-about-the-dangers-of-tech-is-back-in-print\/cyberselfish\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/cyberselfish.jpeg\" data-orig-size=\"300,450\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"cyberselfish\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/cyberselfish.jpeg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-277299 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/cyberselfish-200x300.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/cyberselfish-200x300.jpeg 200w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/cyberselfish-40x60.jpeg 40w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/cyberselfish-33x50.jpeg 33w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/cyberselfish.jpeg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px\" \/><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>From <\/i><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/2186\/9781638935797?prhc=PRHEFFDF5A7F1\">Cyberselfish: A Critical Romp through the Terribly Libertarian Culture of High Tech<\/a><i>. Used with the permission of the publisher, Tin House. Copyright \u00a9 2026 by Paulina Borsook<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Paulina Borsook saw there was something rotten afoot in Silicon Valley in the 1990s, and in her book Cyberselfish: A Critical Romp through the Terribly Libertarian Culture of High Tech, she set out to document and understand a peculiar mindset<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":32295,"featured_media":277301,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[11,43092,43095,43445],"tags":[38857,112376,112378,112377,3410,8611,5582,651],"class_list":["post-277275","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-fullwidth-slider","category-newsandculture","category-politics","category-technology","tag-algorithms","tag-cyberselfish","tag-high-tech","tag-paulina-borsook","tag-reissues","tag-silicon-valley","tag-technology","tag-tin-house"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-1a8b","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/right-sidebar-banner-images-7.png","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/277275","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/32295"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=277275"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/277275\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/277301"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=277275"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=277275"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=277275"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":277517,"date":"2026-09-25T05:09:16","date_gmt":"2026-09-25T09:09:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=277517"},"modified":"2026-09-24T21:15:46","modified_gmt":"2026-09-25T01:15:46","slug":"what-should-you-read-next-here-are-the-best-reviewed-books-of-the-week-13","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/what-should-you-read-next-here-are-the-best-reviewed-books-of-the-week-13\/","title":{"rendered":"What Should You Read Next? Here Are the Best Reviewed Books of the Week"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Gloria Steinem&#8217;s <em>An Unexpected Life<\/em>, Naomi Alderman&#8217;s <em>The Strangers<\/em>, Chuck Klosterman&#8217;s <em>Rock*<\/em>, and Doireann N\u00ed Ghr\u00edofa&#8217;s <em>Said the Dead<\/em>\u00a0all feature among the best reviewed books of the week.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Brought to you by\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Book Marks<\/a>, Lit Hub\u2019s home for book reviews.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">*<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/category\/fiction\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><strong>Fiction<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780374618247\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-137080 size-medium aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/70bd3ac3883b509e8d8f37403b19315a-195x300.gif\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 195px) 100vw, 195px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/70bd3ac3883b509e8d8f37403b19315a-195x300.gif 195w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/70bd3ac3883b509e8d8f37403b19315a-33x50.gif 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/70bd3ac3883b509e8d8f37403b19315a.gif 422w\" alt=\"Said the Dead\" width=\"195\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"137080\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/bookmark\/said-the-dead\/said-the-dead-cover\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/70bd3ac3883b509e8d8f37403b19315a.gif\" data-orig-size=\"422,648\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Said the Dead Cover\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/70bd3ac3883b509e8d8f37403b19315a.gif\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>1.\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780374618247\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Said the Dead<\/em><\/a>\u00a0by Doireann N\u00ed Ghr\u00edofa<br \/>\n(Biblioasis)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>7 Rave \u2022 1 Positive<br \/>\nRead an excerpt from\u00a0<em>Said the Dead<\/em>\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/opening-the-door-on-the-secrets-old-buildings-can-keep\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">here<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201c[An] emotionally charged, genre-bending work of history and fiction \u2026 Blending documented history with imaginative reconstruction, N\u00ed Ghr\u00edofa reverently portrays women deprived of freedom and agency, caught between a burgeoning women\u2019s rights movement and the quagmire of paternalism.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Joelle Egan (<a href=\"https:\/\/www.booklistonline.com\/products\/9824530\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Booklist<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-137050 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/ad8da4be97957d72cdebd4943d12830b-199x300.gif\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 199px) 100vw, 199px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/ad8da4be97957d72cdebd4943d12830b-199x300.gif 199w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/ad8da4be97957d72cdebd4943d12830b-33x50.gif 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/ad8da4be97957d72cdebd4943d12830b.gif 429w\" alt=\"The Strangers Cover\" width=\"199\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"137050\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/bookmark\/the-strangers\/the-strangers-cover\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/ad8da4be97957d72cdebd4943d12830b.gif\" data-orig-size=\"429,648\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"The Strangers Cover\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/ad8da4be97957d72cdebd4943d12830b.gif\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>2.\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780316594776\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Strangers<\/em><\/a>\u00a0by Naomi Alderman<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>(Little Brown and Company)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>5 Rave \u2022 1 Mixed \u2022 1 Pan<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">\u201cA remarkably successful evocation of loss \u2026 Alderman handles the fairly obvious political allegories with a lightness of touch that prevents them from collapsing into polemic \u2026 A deeply moving and wise book.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Keiran Goddard (<a href=\"https:\/\/www.theguardian.com\/books\/2026\/sep\/17\/the-strangers-by-naomi-alderman-review-where-has-this-odd-new-species-come-from\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Guardian<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780374617769\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-137052 size-medium aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/8db75db106cdda4dcaccb879cc71fa0d-195x300.gif\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 195px) 100vw, 195px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/8db75db106cdda4dcaccb879cc71fa0d-195x300.gif 195w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/8db75db106cdda4dcaccb879cc71fa0d-33x50.gif 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/8db75db106cdda4dcaccb879cc71fa0d.gif 422w\" alt=\"Avalon, Rise Cover\" width=\"195\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"137052\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/bookmark\/avalon-rise\/avalon-rise-cover\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/8db75db106cdda4dcaccb879cc71fa0d.gif\" data-orig-size=\"422,648\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Avalon, Rise Cover\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/8db75db106cdda4dcaccb879cc71fa0d.gif\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>3.\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780374617769\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Avalon, Rise<\/em><\/a>\u00a0by Madeline ffitch<br \/>\n(Farrar, Straus and Giroux)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>3 Rave \u2022 2 Positive<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cBiting yet stirring \u2026 As ffitch movingly shows, people discover their love for each other once they\u2019re forced to fight. It\u2019s a triumph.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.publishersweekly.com\/9780374617769\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>\u2013Publishers Weekly<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780525426073\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-137068 size-medium aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/3559bff1c4c4aa3ada0443ece59ab8aa-200x300.gif\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/3559bff1c4c4aa3ada0443ece59ab8aa-200x300.gif 200w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/3559bff1c4c4aa3ada0443ece59ab8aa-33x50.gif 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/3559bff1c4c4aa3ada0443ece59ab8aa.gif 432w\" alt=\"Hollywood, Ending\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"137068\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/bookmark\/hollywood-ending\/hollywood-ending-cover-2\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/3559bff1c4c4aa3ada0443ece59ab8aa.gif\" data-orig-size=\"432,648\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Hollywood, Ending Cover\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/3559bff1c4c4aa3ada0443ece59ab8aa.gif\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>4.\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780525426073\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Hollywood, Ending<\/em><\/a>\u00a0by John Green<br \/>\n(Dutton)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>3 Rave \u2022 1 Positive<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cHas the remarkable warmth that made his young-adult books\u2026beloved contemporary classics \u2026 Hilariously frank and profane \u2026 Has moments that come as close as Green has every gotten to savage. At heart, though, he\u2019s a tender writer whose abiding concern through all his work is what it takes to remain decent in a ruthless and impersonal world.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Laura Miller (<a href=\"https:\/\/slate.com\/culture\/2026\/09\/john-green-hollywood-ending-book-review-young-adult.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Slate<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-137098 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/ef2fc8be495a21bfa857e38a859ac70f-200x300.gif\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/ef2fc8be495a21bfa857e38a859ac70f-200x300.gif 200w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/ef2fc8be495a21bfa857e38a859ac70f-33x50.gif 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/ef2fc8be495a21bfa857e38a859ac70f.gif 432w\" alt=\"Cloud Six Cover\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"137098\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/bookmark\/cloud-six\/cloud-six-cover\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/ef2fc8be495a21bfa857e38a859ac70f.gif\" data-orig-size=\"432,648\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Cloud Six Cover\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/ef2fc8be495a21bfa857e38a859ac70f.gif\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>5.\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781646223480\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Cloud Six<\/em><\/a>\u00a0by Amy Fusselman<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>(Catapult)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>3 Rave \u2022 1 Mixed<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cThese high-wire tricks, which in a lesser work might cause the novel to collapse under the weight of its own shtick, are successful here because the absurdity has a purpose. Fusselman wants us as hopelessly disoriented as the new arrivals to Widdershins\u2019s realm so she can remind us of what she told us at the book\u2019s outset: she is here for us \u2026 If heaven is an author who understands humanity, in all its flaws and its beauty, and still has mercy, then here, Fusselman has proven herself divine.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Zachary Smolar (<a href=\"https:\/\/lareviewofbooks.org\/article\/amy-fusselman-cloud-six-afterlife-absurd-caring-parenthood\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Los Angeles Review of Books<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>**<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/category\/non-fiction\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><strong>Nonfiction<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780593978177\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-137075 size-medium aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/b17f4486bae194de75d8eff8db27ef36-197x300.gif\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 197px) 100vw, 197px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/b17f4486bae194de75d8eff8db27ef36-197x300.gif 197w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/b17f4486bae194de75d8eff8db27ef36-33x50.gif 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/b17f4486bae194de75d8eff8db27ef36.gif 426w\" alt=\"An Unexpected Life\" width=\"197\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"137075\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/bookmark\/an-unexpected-life-a-memoir\/an-unexpected-life-a-memoir-cover\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/b17f4486bae194de75d8eff8db27ef36.gif\" data-orig-size=\"426,648\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"An Unexpected Life: A Memoir Cover\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/b17f4486bae194de75d8eff8db27ef36.gif\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>1.\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780593978177\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>An Unexpected Life: A Memoir<\/em><\/a>\u00a0by Gloria Steinem<br \/>\n(Random House)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>4 Rave \u2022 1 Positive \u2022 1 Mixed<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s a cracking backstory \u2026 These periods of her life are well documented. What I found interesting in the book were Steinem\u2019s asides about the cost of pursuing the life she chose \u2026 As we enter the post-Steinem era \u2013 a statement that seems outlandish, given the length and ardour of her service \u2013 it\u2019s a pleasure, simply, to spend time in her company, and her role as an elder is one she takes seriously.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Emma Brockes (<a href=\"https:\/\/www.theguardian.com\/books\/2026\/sep\/03\/an-unexpected-life-by-gloria-steinem-review-a-fitting-tribute-to-a-feminist-icon\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Guardian<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780593832189\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-137073 size-medium aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/0a84b0e1d771afc1652c88041e0f2bb6-199x300.gif\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 199px) 100vw, 199px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/0a84b0e1d771afc1652c88041e0f2bb6-199x300.gif 199w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/0a84b0e1d771afc1652c88041e0f2bb6-33x50.gif 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/0a84b0e1d771afc1652c88041e0f2bb6.gif 429w\" alt=\"Shadow Before the Flame\" width=\"199\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"137073\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/bookmark\/shadow-before-the-flame-the-hindenburg-disaster-and-the-prelude-to-war\/shadow-before-the-flame-the-hindenburg-disaster-and-the-prelude-to-war-cover\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/0a84b0e1d771afc1652c88041e0f2bb6.gif\" data-orig-size=\"429,648\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Shadow Before the Flame: The Hindenburg Disaster and the Prelude to War Cover\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/0a84b0e1d771afc1652c88041e0f2bb6.gif\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>2.\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780593832189\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Shadow Before the Flame: The Hindenburg Disaster and the Prelude to War<\/em><\/a>\u00a0by Catherine Grace Katz<br \/>\n(Viking)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>3 Rave \u2022 2 Positive \u2022 1 Mixed<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cBy the time the narrative reaches that night, Katz has introduced readers to many of the passengers, so their final moments come across as remarkably poignant. A well-researched title certain to thrill fans of WWII and aviation history.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Coleen Mondor (<a href=\"https:\/\/www.booklistonline.com\/products\/9825844\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Booklist<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780316595933\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-137101 size-medium aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/f52d3e0840313ed26d81b5ee3ca0fc5a-194x300.gif\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 194px) 100vw, 194px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/f52d3e0840313ed26d81b5ee3ca0fc5a-194x300.gif 194w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/f52d3e0840313ed26d81b5ee3ca0fc5a-32x50.gif 32w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/f52d3e0840313ed26d81b5ee3ca0fc5a.gif 418w\" alt=\"\" width=\"194\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"137101\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/bookmark\/valley-of-death-how-big-tech-is-fueling-the-future-of-war\/valley-of-death-how-big-tech-is-fueling-the-future-of-war-cover\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/f52d3e0840313ed26d81b5ee3ca0fc5a.gif\" data-orig-size=\"418,648\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Valley of Death: How Big Tech Is Fueling the Future of War Cover\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/f52d3e0840313ed26d81b5ee3ca0fc5a.gif\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>3.\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780316595933\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Valley of Death: How Big Tech Is Fueling the Future of War<\/em><\/a>\u00a0by Sharon Weinberger<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>(Little Brown and Company)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>3 Rave \u2022 2 Positive<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cWonderfully terrifying \u2026 Extensively detailed and exquisitely sourced and all the more impressive given that Weinberger wrote it while recovering from spinal cancer,\u00a0<em>Valley of Death<\/em>\u00a0is a crucial read for everyone concerned about our national security in this uncertain age.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013James Pekoll (<a href=\"https:\/\/www.booklistonline.com\/products\/9825930\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Booklist<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780306837999\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-137077 size-medium aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/cea6e29fdab0e311abcae46ee815d7da-199x300.gif\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 199px) 100vw, 199px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/cea6e29fdab0e311abcae46ee815d7da-199x300.gif 199w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/cea6e29fdab0e311abcae46ee815d7da-33x50.gif 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/cea6e29fdab0e311abcae46ee815d7da.gif 429w\" alt=\"Rock\" width=\"199\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"137077\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/bookmark\/rock-a-mainstream-alternative-history-of-alternative-mainstream-music\/rock-a-mainstream-alternative-history-of-alternative-mainstream-music-cover\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/cea6e29fdab0e311abcae46ee815d7da.gif\" data-orig-size=\"429,648\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Rock*: A Mainstream Alternative History of Alternative Mainstream Music Cover\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/cea6e29fdab0e311abcae46ee815d7da.gif\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>4.\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780306837999\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Rock*: A Mainstream Alternative History of Alternative Mainstream Music<\/em><\/a>\u00a0by Chuck Klosterman<br \/>\n(Da Capo)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>2 Rave \u2022 2 Positive<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cThis is the great pleasure of\u00a0<em>Rock*<\/em>. Klosterman isn\u2019t asking whether a song is inherently rebellious or conservative \u2026 Chuck Klosterman\u2019s treatment of punk is especially revealing \u2026 The best thing about\u00a0<em>Rock*<\/em>\u00a0is that its seriousness never quite overwhelms Chuck Klosterman\u2019s humor. It is an elaborate joke about the history of music that gradually becomes a joke about our confidence in history itself.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Jeremy McDonagh (<a href=\"https:\/\/www.popmatters.com\/chuck-klosterman-rock-wobbles-history\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>PopMatters<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9798217379743\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-137095 size-medium aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/87eed3a3c130698f2f4e1e7da7795e5d-197x300.gif\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 197px) 100vw, 197px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/87eed3a3c130698f2f4e1e7da7795e5d-197x300.gif 197w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/87eed3a3c130698f2f4e1e7da7795e5d-33x50.gif 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/87eed3a3c130698f2f4e1e7da7795e5d.gif 426w\" alt=\"Swan Song\" width=\"197\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"137095\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/bookmark\/swan-song-diana-my-sister\/swan-song-diana-my-sister-cover\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/87eed3a3c130698f2f4e1e7da7795e5d.gif\" data-orig-size=\"426,648\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Swan Song: Diana, My Sister Cover\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/87eed3a3c130698f2f4e1e7da7795e5d.gif\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>5.\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9798217379743\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Swan Song: Diana, my Sister<\/em><\/a>\u00a0by Charles Spencer<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>(Penguin)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>2 Rave \u2022 1 Positive \u2022 2 Mixed<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cElegant and reproving \u2026 Most compelling as a postcard from the siblings\u2019 nursery, where their bond was solidified \u2026 Even with all its bitterness toward bad actors, like the deceptive Diana interviewer Martin Bashir, this is a lyrical book that delights in moments of the British absurd.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Alexandra Jacobs (<a href=\"https:\/\/www.nytimes.com\/2026\/09\/22\/books\/review\/charles-spencer-swan-song.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The New York Times<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Gloria Steinem&#8217;s An Unexpected Life, Naomi Alderman&#8217;s The Strangers, Chuck Klosterman&#8217;s Rock*, and Doireann N\u00ed Ghr\u00edofa&#8217;s Said the Dead\u00a0all feature among the best reviewed books of the week. Brought to you by\u00a0Book Marks, Lit Hub\u2019s home for book reviews. *<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":873,"featured_media":277520,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[43069,6,43070,43135],"tags":[15654,13821,33508],"class_list":["post-277517","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-craftandcriticism","category-features","category-literary-criticism","category-readinglists","tag-book-marks","tag-book-reviews","tag-the-best-reviewed-books-of-the-week"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-1ac5","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/an-unexpected-life.jpg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/277517","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/873"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=277517"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/277517\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/277520"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=277517"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=277517"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=277517"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":277494,"date":"2026-09-25T05:08:54","date_gmt":"2026-09-25T09:08:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=277494"},"modified":"2026-09-24T13:13:46","modified_gmt":"2026-09-24T17:13:46","slug":"got-writers-block-go-to-the-theater","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/got-writers-block-go-to-the-theater\/","title":{"rendered":"Got Writer\u2019s Block? Go to the Theater!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><em>This first appeared in Lit Hub\u2019s\u00a0<\/em>Craft of Writing<em>\u00a0newsletter\u2014<a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/sign-up-for-the-craft-of-writing\/\">sign up here<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I love art that seems like it came from outer space, that seems unrelated to anything else in the Zeitgeist, that makes me wonder how the artist ever came up with it and put it together.<br \/>\n\u200b<br \/>\nWhen I am confronted by a work like this\u2014and I love it if it feels like a confrontation\u2014I sometimes think of the French otolaryngologist Dr. Alfred Tomaitis and his theory that the voice can\u2019t produce what the ear can\u2019t hear.<br \/>\n\u200b<br \/>\nTomatis\u2019s idea illustrates how difficult it is for any artist to create something new. As a human maker, I sometimes feel as if I am locked in a closed system, only capable of making work that exists within the range of what I\u2019ve already been exposed to.<br \/>\n\u200b<br \/>\nAs a writer, I am always trying to find what I think of as dead zones\u2014places where I unknowingly hold unexamined ideas. Locating these isn\u2019t easy, but one thing I have found helpful is studying another medium. For me, this has been theater.<br \/>\n\u200b<br \/>\nAt first I went to the theater simply because I\u2019m a fan. But now I consider regular theatergoing an important part of my writing practice. For one thing, it\u2019s convenient. While it may take me days or weeks to finish a book, I can sit down in my theater seat and witness someone else\u2019s fully realized ideas about plot, character, dialogue, setting, etc., in under three hours.<br \/>\n\u200b<br \/>\nIt helps that I like the structure of theatergoing\u2014I like sitting in the dark, in a room full of humans watching other humans. If I\u2019m not engaged with what is happening onstage, I even like watching the audience. As the adage goes, an audience does not lie. It can be useful, as a maker of narrative, to observe real-time reactions to a story as it unfolds.<\/p>\n<p>What helps my theater study most, though, is just staying open and curious. I\u2019m not trying to become a theater expert; I want to remain a student. Merely recognizing that this is my goal helps me bring this same attitude back to my reading, where I am more apt to be cranky and impatient.<\/p>\n<p>I believe that my theatergoing also helps me ask myself more interesting questions. Is a novel a performance? (I think so). What kind? (I haven\u2019t figured that out yet). But merely contemplating these issues aided me, I believe, in being more fearless when doing the world building for my new novel, <em>Cloud Six<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>Theatergoing helps me think laterally. When I am inspired by something I see onstage, I find myself stretching to think how that thing can be remade with language. And when something in a production moves me, it helps expand my understanding of what my own work can do. In those moments, I feel genuinely rewarded, like I can almost detect a sound out of my hearing range.<\/p>\n<p>I may have strong preferences about what I read, but when it comes to seeing a performance, I will go to pretty much anything. My theatergoing this year has run the gamut from avant garde shows that left me gob smacked (<em>Victory Over the Sun<\/em> by Nature Theater of Oklahoma and Tanz by Florentina Holzinger) to a comedy about race I adored (<em>Race: The Movie: The Play<\/em> by Bret Raybould &amp; Cristian Duran) to a one-person clown show that charmed me (<em>The Passion of Mr. Cardboard<\/em> by Miles Calderon).<\/p>\n<p>Of course, my theatergoing commitment probably wouldn\u2019t work so well if I weren\u2019t so fortunately situated. I live in New York City on a block that is home, remarkably, to three off-off Broadway theaters (as well a Parisian Tea Room and a falafel car parking lot that doubles as a mosque, but that\u2019s another story).<\/p>\n<p>If you live somewhere without a robust theater scene, no problem. The point is simply to study something you love that isn\u2019t writing.<\/p>\n<p>Besides, on some level, everything is theater. Everything except writing, that is.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">____________________________________<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/p\/books\/cloud-six-a-novel-amy-fusselman\/456739e541f55036\/?aid=132\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"277496\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/got-writers-block-go-to-the-theater\/9781646223480-2\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/9781646223480.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"300,450\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Cloud Six\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/9781646223480.jpg\" class=\"alignnone wp-image-277496 size-medium\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/9781646223480-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/9781646223480-200x300.jpg 200w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/9781646223480-40x60.jpg 40w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/9781646223480-33x50.jpg 33w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/9781646223480.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/p\/books\/cloud-six-a-novel-amy-fusselman\/456739e541f55036\/?aid=132\">Cloud Six<\/a>\u00a0<em>by Amy Fusselman is available via Catapult.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This first appeared in Lit Hub\u2019s\u00a0Craft of Writing\u00a0newsletter\u2014sign up here. I love art that seems like it came from outer space, that seems unrelated to anything else in the Zeitgeist, that makes me wonder how the artist ever came up<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2950,"featured_media":277500,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[43071,43069,6],"tags":[39112,4090,112340,67126,8110,8135,2741],"class_list":["post-277494","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-craft-and-advice","category-craftandcriticism","category-features","tag-amy-fusselman","tag-catapult","tag-cloud-six","tag-the-craft-of-writing","tag-theater","tag-writers-block","tag-writing-advice"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-1abI","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/Untitled-design-2026-09-24T105602.963.png","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/277494","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2950"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=277494"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/277494\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/277500"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=277494"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=277494"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=277494"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":277115,"date":"2026-09-25T05:08:46","date_gmt":"2026-09-25T09:08:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=277115"},"modified":"2026-09-24T12:49:11","modified_gmt":"2026-09-24T16:49:11","slug":"remembering-grazia-deledda-the-sardinian-nobel-prize-winner-we-should-all-be-reading","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/remembering-grazia-deledda-the-sardinian-nobel-prize-winner-we-should-all-be-reading\/","title":{"rendered":"Remembering Grazia Deledda, the Sardinian Nobel Prize-Winner We Should All Be Reading"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Cross the sea,&#8221; a young Grazia\u00a0Deledda\u00a0wrote in a poem to Americans in 1893, &#8220;and tell everyone that the island of Sardinia is still waiting to be discovered and known.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>On the 100th anniversary of her\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.nobelprize.org\/prizes\/literature\/1926\/deledda\/facts\/\">Nobel Prize for Literature,<\/a>\u00a0the powerful legacy of\u00a0Deledda, like a literary apparition, is now waiting for American and the English-reading world to rediscover her works.<\/p>\n<p>Hailed in the American newspapers in 1902 as the \u201cGeorge Sand of Sardinia\u201d\u2014though, George Sand never won the\u00a0Nobel\u2014Deledda\u2019s role in Sardinian literature occupied its own realm. \u201cWhy should anyone feel doubtful about the future of fiction,\u201d the American reviewer noted, \u201cwhen young authors are rising every day,\u00a0to show us the world as it appears.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>That world appeared very differently to the young woman writer\u00a0in Sardinia around the turn of the 20th century. After elementary school, with the assistance of a tutor, she had published stories as a teen, much to the chagrin of her family, who saw such work as a scandalous activity for a young woman.\u00a0Deledda\u00a0never looked back.<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">Hailed in the American newspapers in 1902 as the \u201cGeorge Sand of Sardinia\u201d\u2014though, George Sand never won the Nobel\u2014Deledda\u2019s role in Sardinian literature occupied its own realm.<\/p>\n<p>Her first novel,\u00a0<i>Fior di Sardegna\u00a0<\/i>(Flowers of Sardinia), appeared in 1892, at the age of twenty-one.\u00a0\u201cIn the \u2018stranger\u2019s room\u2019 of the Porru house a woman sat crying,\u201d began\u00a0Deledda\u2019s novel,\u00a0<i>After the Divorce<\/i>, questioning that \u201csecret\u201d in Sardinian life for women, five hundred years after Eleonora d&#8217;Arborea reigned as the de facto\u00a0leader of the island. It was one of the first novels to deal with the theme of divorce, published in 1902.<\/p>\n<p>She went on to write more than sixty works of fiction, nonfiction, and poetry.<\/p>\n<p>In 1926, Deledda became the second woman in the world to win a Nobel laureate in literature for\u00a0her \u201cidealistically inspired writings which with plastic clarity picture the life on her native island and with depth and sympathy deal with human problems in general,\u201d according to the Nobel committee.<\/p>\n<p>An American news story, however, noted that it was \u201cstrange\u201d that she continued to write about Sardinia after she moved to Rome. \u201cSardinia holds very little interest for the world in general. It is not rich in artistic treasures as is most of Italy. Sardinia\u2019s charm, perhaps, is its isolation; civilization has not as yet dulled it or cut it down to the standardized pattern.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Such a dismissal of\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/the-land-of-the-muses-how-sardinia-became-italys-island-of-poets\/\">Sardinia and its ancient and modern contributions<\/a>\u00a0to Mediterranean and Italian literature would plague the reception of\u00a0Deledda&#8217;s work for her entire life.\u00a0\u00a0Fellow Sardinian literary\u00a0giants, like Antonio Gramsci,\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.theatlantic.com\/author\/emilio-lussu\/\">Emilio Lussu<\/a>,\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/magazine\/1987\/10\/19\/1987-10-19-115-tny-cards-000137087\">Salvatore Satta<\/a>\u00a0and contemporary writer\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.theguardian.com\/world\/2023\/aug\/11\/italian-writer-and-campaigner-michela-murgia-dies-at-51\">Michela Murgia<\/a> encountered the same.<\/p>\n<p>Enter the notorious D.W. Lawrence in 1921, who spent less than a week in Sardinia. Lawrence took no notes, he famously declared. From his arrival in Cagliari, a \u201cnaked town rising steep,\u201d he and his wife took buses and trains, first to Mandas, \u201cwhere there is nothing to do,\u201d and then to Sorgono, full of \u201cdegenerate aborigines, the dirty-breasted host\u201d and \u201csordid villagers,\u201d crossed the mountains until they arrived at Nuoro, the home of Deledda, where \u201cthere is nothing to see.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>After returning to his home in Sicily, where he claimed he found himself without anything to do, Lawrence wrote\u00a0<i>Sea and Sardinia<\/i>, which he had originally titled\u00a0<i>Sardinian Films\u00a0<\/i>or\u00a0<i>Sketches in Sardinia,\u00a0<\/i>in a few weeks.\u00a0<i>Only one draft<\/i>. But Lawrence injected his novelist skills into the journey, conjuring some beautiful scenes of nature, especially in the train ride through the Gennargentu mountains, and praised the Sardinians for being \u201cdownright\u201d and \u201cmanly.\u201d In many respects,\u00a0<i>Sea\u00a0and Sardinia\u00a0<\/i>served as a stage for some funny but downright obnoxious character sketches, as if Lawrence were more intent in drawing up characters for a novel.<\/p>\n<p>Lawrence\u2019s book was first excerpted in\u00a0<i>Dial\u00a0<\/i>magazine in the United States. The\u00a0<i>New York Times\u00a0<\/i>started its review in grand style: Anyone wishing to travel to Sardinia \u201cwould find no better guidebook.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>On its one hundredth anniversary in 2021,\u00a0<i>Sea and Sardinia\u00a0<\/i>remained the best known work on Sardinia in the English language\u2014not Grazia Deledda.<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">A century later, the Nobel Laureate&#8217;s enduring legacy remains, an enigma for many perhaps, but a literary treasury deserving another read.<\/p>\n<p>In that same year of 1921,\u00a0Deledda\u00a0published a novel (three books, actually), five years away from winning the Nobel Prize. Italian diva Eleonora Duse had already appeared in her only silent film,\u00a0<i>Cenere<\/i>, in 1916, based on\u00a0Deledda\u2019s famous novel.<\/p>\n<p>In writing about the life of\u00a0Deledda\u00a0in Nuoro, Sardinian literary critic and author Giulio Angioni referred to the conjoined role of history and memoir in her stories, her \u201csort of sardography.\u201d\u00a0That \u201csardography,\u201d Sardinia seen through the stories of Sardinians, was the splendor awaiting discovery by outsiders like ourselves, in so many forms.<i>\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n<p>\u201cTo discover a prolific, but forgotten novelist is like stumbling upon a new species,\u201d social critic Todd Gitlin wrote in the\u00a0<i>Chicago Tribune\u00a0<\/i>in 1998. After his wife discovered a novel by Grazia\u00a0Deledda\u00a0on a lonely pile in the corner of a bookstore in New England, he searched for the rest of her works, only finding them in small and university presses. He declared it was long overdue for a \u201cliterary resurrection\u201d of the once famous writer with the \u201cemotional power\u201d of her novels. In the end, he only found five of her thirty-three novels.<\/p>\n<p>After her death on August 15, 1936, family members found that Deledda had literally left a carefully wrapped package in the drawer of her desk, the manuscript for\u00a0<i>Cosima<\/i>, \u201cwritten in ink on light-blue paper.\u201d\u00a0<i>Cosima<\/i>, which was\u00a0Deledda\u2019s middle name, recounts the life of a young woman\u2019s struggle to become a writer in Nuoro, amid the various characters of the village and countryside.<\/p>\n<p>Like Cosima,\u00a0Deledda\u00a0preferred to let her writing stand on its own.\u00a0 At the Nobel Prize ceremony in Stockholm,\u00a0Deledda\u00a0simply <a href=\"https:\/\/www.nobelprize.org\/prizes\/literature\/1926\/deledda\/lecture\/\">accepted the award without the traditional lecture.<\/a><\/p>\n<p>The main newspaper on her island,\u00a0<i>L\u2019Unione Sarda<\/i>, ran a few lines on the prize at the bottom right corner of the front page. It seemed as hesitant as her parents over\u00a0Deledda\u2019s success. Inviting her to his office in Rome, the dictator Benito Mussolini\u2019s attempts to engage the author resulted in little attention; she simply asked him to release a friend of hers from Nuoro from prison.<\/p>\n<p>And then\u00a0Deledda\u00a0left the\u00a0building.<\/p>\n<p>A century later, the Nobel Laureate&#8217;s enduring legacy remains, an enigma for many perhaps, but a literary treasury deserving another read.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Cross the sea,&#8221; a young Grazia\u00a0Deledda\u00a0wrote in a poem to Americans in 1893, &#8220;and tell everyone that the island of Sardinia is still waiting to be discovered and known.&#8221; On the 100th anniversary of her\u00a0Nobel Prize for Literature,\u00a0the powerful legacy<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7506,"featured_media":277509,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[43102,43069,6,43070],"tags":[12167,112302,13990,5495,33785,5099,87656],"class_list":["post-277115","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-biography","category-craftandcriticism","category-features","category-literary-criticism","tag-europe","tag-grazia-deledda","tag-italian-literature","tag-italy","tag-jeff-biggers","tag-nobel-prize","tag-sardinia","story-type-italian-literature"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-1a5B","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/Grazia-Deledda.jpg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/277115","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/7506"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=277115"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/277115\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/277509"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=277115"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=277115"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=277115"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":277002,"date":"2026-09-25T05:07:42","date_gmt":"2026-09-25T09:07:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=277002"},"modified":"2026-09-24T13:11:24","modified_gmt":"2026-09-24T17:11:24","slug":"ode-to-a-leaf-blower-a-poem-by-jill-bialosky","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/ode-to-a-leaf-blower-a-poem-by-jill-bialosky\/","title":{"rendered":"\u201cOde to a Leaf Blower,\u201d a Poem by Jill Bialosky"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Leaves tangled &amp; braided in limp limbs<br \/>\nof the still surviving perennials, our yard a battlefield<br \/>\nof trees towering at least seventy feet high, squeezing out the sun,<br \/>\n&amp; slowly letting go of their dead. I suited up in jeans,<br \/>\nvest, hat, gloves, to protect myself from ticks,<br \/>\narmed with the EGO Power cordless 56-volt lithium<br \/>\nblower, shaped like a machine gun, the battery so heavy<br \/>\nI held it with two hands,<br \/>\nits intensity &amp; vibration, a constant whhhhhhhrrrrrr,<br \/>\ndecimated all sound; red, brown, orange, yellow\u2014<br \/>\nthe colors dazzling\u2014went flying.<br \/>\nI kept my finger on the trigger, scaled the blower back &amp; forth<br \/>\nas it scattered dead leaves into the frivolous air.<br \/>\nLater, at night, we sipped wine &amp; watched<br \/>\nthe sky turn navy on our deck,<br \/>\nI said to my husband that holding that blower<br \/>\nfelt powerful, my body filled with the heat<br \/>\nof shame at the thrill of decimating<br \/>\nthe garden. He looked at my strangely,<br \/>\nbecause that is what husbands sometimes do,<br \/>\nbut I was serious. Is there murder<br \/>\nin the heart, I wonder.<br \/>\nNo matter how often I put my finger<br \/>\non the trigger, there was still the stray leaf,<br \/>\n&amp; the ones that keep falling like a rain of color<br \/>\n&amp; the eerie calmness after the battery died<br \/>\nenough to sustain my disbelief.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">_________________________<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780593804254\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"277004\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/ode-to-a-leaf-blower-a-poem-by-jill-bialosky\/attachment\/9780593804254\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/9780593804254-scaled.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"1684,2560\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Jill Bialosky, MOCK HEART\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/9780593804254-674x1024.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-277004\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/9780593804254-197x300.jpg\" alt=\"Jill Bialosky, MOCK HEART\" width=\"197\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/9780593804254-197x300.jpg 197w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/9780593804254-674x1024.jpg 674w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/9780593804254-768x1167.jpg 768w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/9780593804254-39x60.jpg 39w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/9780593804254-1011x1536.jpg 1011w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/9780593804254-1347x2048.jpg 1347w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/9780593804254-33x50.jpg 33w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/9780593804254-scaled.jpg 1684w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 197px) 100vw, 197px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>From <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780593804254\">Mock Heart: New &amp; Selected Poems<\/a><em> by Jill Bialosky. Reprinted by Alfred A. Knopf, an imprint of the Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, a division of Penguin Random House LLC. Copyright (c) 2026 by Jill Bialosky.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Leaves tangled & braided in limp limbs of the still surviving perennials, our yard a battlefield of trees towering at least seventy feet high, squeezing out the sun, & slowly letting go of their dead. I suited up in jeans,<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6489,"featured_media":277513,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[6,43074,43077],"tags":[5484,420,164,84143],"class_list":["post-277002","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-features","category-fictionandpoetry","category-poem","tag-jill-bialosky","tag-knopf","tag-poems","tag-ww-norton"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-1a3M","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/fallen-leaves.jpg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/277002","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/6489"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=277002"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/277002\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/277513"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=277002"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=277002"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=277002"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":277223,"date":"2026-09-25T05:07:31","date_gmt":"2026-09-25T09:07:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=277223"},"modified":"2026-09-24T13:03:19","modified_gmt":"2026-09-24T17:03:19","slug":"regular-rigorous-and-reliable-how-to-keep-fighting-for-a-better-world","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/regular-rigorous-and-reliable-how-to-keep-fighting-for-a-better-world\/","title":{"rendered":"\u201cRegular, rigorous, and Reliable.\u201d How to Keep Fighting for a Better World"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We can cultivate qualities that help us to stick around in struggle. This is something that came up when I spoke in 2023 with Philadelphia activist Suzy Subways about her decades of movement experience. \u201cDon\u2019t compare yourself to others in terms of how much work you can get done,\u201d she advised, pointing to the damaging culture of competition that can develop in movements. \u201cYou\u2019re never gonna win. There\u2019s always going to be someone who can do more work than you in a given day or seemingly forever.\u201d And even those who move at a fast clip usually can\u2019t do so indefinitely. \u201cI\u2019ve often watched people who were dynamos for years just suddenly hit a wall,\u201d Subways shared. \u201cSo, slow and steady wins the race, even though it\u2019s not a race.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Coming from a children\u2019s fable, this \u201cslow and steady\u201d formulation perhaps seems like common sense. But what exactly does it mean for political activity? Steadiness is about putting a lot of care and thought into our efforts, and dependably showing up and following through. The main way I understand steadiness is with a trio of terms I encountered through the Center for Political Education (CPE), a long-running left institution in San Francisco that provides learning spaces and resources for movements.<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">Reliability, finally, is about realistically determining what we can do and then meeting our commitments.<\/p>\n<p>In a report on their activities in 2019, CPE highlighted the importance of striving to be \u201cregular, rigorous, and reliable.\u201d I don\u2019t believe they intended this as a prescription. Nevertheless, this trio of terms\u2014which, for shorthand, I think of as \u201cthe three R\u2019s\u201d\u2014offers us a valuable set of guideposts.<\/p>\n<p>Regularity, the first, is about consistency. It means moving in a deliberate and sustained manner. We bring steadiness to our political work when we make and follow plans and, as much as possible, are intentional about how and when we do things. The second, rigor, is about the standards of quality we set for ourselves. Not to be confused with fulfilling the standards of ruling institutions, this involves us taking ourselves very seriously. We foster steadiness when we craft high expectations for our initiatives, carefully determine what we will need (such as resources and timelines) in order to meet those expectations, and hold ourselves to them. Reliability, finally, is about realistically determining what we can do and then meeting our commitments. It also means accountably telling others when we cannot follow through. We generate steadiness when we dependably fulfill our responsibilities and when we work to create the collective conditions (such as systems for tracking tasks and supporting one another) that enable others to meet their commitments as well.<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">To win in significant ways, we will have to build and sustain movements, propelled by urgency, that move at a pace that we can maintain, collectively, for years to come.<\/p>\n<p>Steadiness, in all of these ways, has implications for how fast we choose to move. Sometimes sprinting is necessary; there are definitely circumstances that warrant rapid responses. But moving in perpetual crisis-mode takes an enormous toll while crowding out other possibilities for planning and action. Much of the time, we\u2019ll do better by moving more slowly. I still think about how Helen Hudson, a long-time anti-prison activist in Montreal, put this to me: \u201cI do want to be ready to give it my all, to give up things that I value, to take risks when it\u2019s clear that it\u2019s the moment to do so. But I also think it\u2019s really important to organize sustainably and view this as something I\u2019m going to be doing for the rest of my life.\u201d What does it look like to move at a pace we can imagine sustaining for a lifetime? This is question to which we can return regularly. We might be surprised by the answers.<\/p>\n<p>Steadiness also has implications for how we understand urgency. I think about this with an insight from Pat Hussain, one of the people who started the organization Southerners On New Ground (SONG), a multiracial, multigenerational queer liberation organization fighting for racial and economic justice across the US South: \u201csome things we need to do so urgently that we need to slow down.\u201d Hussain said this in a 2014 interview with scholar Lisa Beard while describing SONG\u2019s founding. She explained, \u201cYou can\u2019t have a first meeting again. Once you\u2019ve had that first meeting, and everyone in the room is white, and\/or male . . . there\u2019s no backing up from that. The table has been set, and everyone else is a guest. Not an author. Not a founder. A guest.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Hussain describes here a sadly common dynamic in the history of the left: small, relatively homogenous groups establishing organizations and campaigns without meaningfully including, in formative decision-making, people directly impacted by domination. This dynamic, often propelled by urgency, frequently reproduces damaging social hierarchies and undercuts possibilities for coalition across differences. For SONG, slowing down helped them to avoid this dynamic.<\/p>\n<p>Hussain\u2019s insight has broader ramifications as well. The urgency so many of us feel in the face of domination and destruction is warranted; creating a just and habitable future requires dramatic social transformation on a massive scale. But no matter how fiercely we throw down, we can\u2019t make this happen instantaneously. It will require long-haul struggles that involve large numbers of ordinary people moving into action, bringing more and more people along with them and constellating powerful new collectivities.<\/p>\n<p>While episodic mobilizations can contribute to this, they won\u2019t be sufficient on their own. To win in significant ways, we will have to build and sustain movements, propelled by urgency, that move at a pace that we can maintain, collectively, for years to come. We will have to hold an unresolvable tension: on one end, a deeply-felt sense that current social arrangements are utterly unbearable and, on the other end, a committed understanding that undoing them requires moving in deliberate, often slow, ways.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\" style=\"text-align: center;\">__________________________________<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"277225\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/regular-rigorous-and-reliable-how-to-keep-fighting-for-a-better-world\/for-the-long-haul\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/for-the-long-haul.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"540,648\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"for the long haul\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/for-the-long-haul.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-277225 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/for-the-long-haul-250x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"250\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/for-the-long-haul-250x300.jpg 250w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/for-the-long-haul-50x60.jpg 50w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/for-the-long-haul-42x50.jpg 42w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/for-the-long-haul.jpg 540w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 250px) 100vw, 250px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Excerpt from <\/em>For the Long Haul: How to Stay in the Fight for a Better World<em> by Chris Dixon (<span draggable=\"true\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.akpress.org\/for-the-long-haul.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">AK Press<\/a><\/span>\/<span draggable=\"true\"><a href=\"https:\/\/btlbooks.com\/book\/for-the-long-haul\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Between the Lines<\/a><\/span>, 2026).<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We can cultivate qualities that help us to stick around in struggle. This is something that came up when I spoke in 2023 with Philadelphia activist Suzy Subways about her decades of movement experience. \u201cDon\u2019t compare yourself to others in<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":32248,"featured_media":277227,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[6,43092,43095],"tags":[9550,30477,73652,103826,112356,112357,21607,536],"class_list":["post-277223","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-features","category-newsandculture","category-politics","tag-activism","tag-ak-press","tag-between-the-lines","tag-chris-dixon","tag-for-the-long-haul-how-to-stay-in-the-fight-for-a-better-world","tag-mobilizing","tag-organizing","tag-politics"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-1a7l","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/right-sidebar-banner-images-5.png","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/277223","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/32248"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=277223"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/277223\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/277227"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=277223"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=277223"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=277223"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":277229,"date":"2026-09-25T05:07:26","date_gmt":"2026-09-25T09:07:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=277229"},"modified":"2026-09-24T13:07:06","modified_gmt":"2026-09-24T17:07:06","slug":"elizabeth-alexander-on-finding-life-in-the-second-spring-of-middle-age","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/elizabeth-alexander-on-finding-life-in-the-second-spring-of-middle-age\/","title":{"rendered":"Elizabeth Alexander on Finding Life in the Second Spring of Middle Age"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>If I could have been a dancer, a real dancer, beyond those years at St. Mark\u2019s, I probably would have done it. But my gifts were not that lavish, and my considerable drive was directed toward more than just dance. I danced in college among many other activities, and by the time I was twenty-two my body\u2014never slim, but nonetheless strong and capable and expressive and elegant\u2014had begun its march away from that potential life.<\/p>\n<p>Or so I remembered; my years-ago exchange with my college friend suggested otherwise. Into my mid-twenties, as I moved between cities for jobs and school, I found dance communities wherever I was. I would fib about my age, keeping myself a late teenager so that I could take the difficult classes in the professional training programs. The last of these episodes was in Philadelphia at the Philadanco school, where I was lucky enough to study with legendary teachers Denise Jefferson and Milton Myers, and Jimmy Truitte. Mr. Truitte was one of the very first practitioners of the Horton technique, so present and vital in the choreography and pedagogy of my favorite company, Alvin Ailey, and a technique that suited my body\u2019s strengths much more than ballet or Graham technique.<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">We add countless words to our brains at an early age, and writing is the deep-sea fishing expedition to find them again.<\/p>\n<p>The other classical techniques readily available for study. Ruthless self-assessment is crucial for an artist, and dance is where I learned it, the cool ability to assess strengths and weaknesses honestly and unflinchingly. I was strong and flexible, especially in my back. I did not have distinguished feet, merely adequate. I had excellent extension. My turnout was average, and my hips were stiff. I was a high jumper and wide leaper; I loved to cover ground. My feet were precise but not particularly quick. There is simply no point in being anything less than honest.<\/p>\n<p>The writing life did take over, and it was the right one, and the years went by, and the dance life was done. I thought a lot about my dance life when I had children, at thirty-five and thirty-seven. It certainly wasn\u2019t easy\u2014why should anything so mighty be easy?\u2014but it was efficient. I heard the voice of Mary Craighill: \u201cBeing a dancer is the best preparations for natural childbirth. You know how to ride the waves of pain, and you know how to breathe.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I learned many things during my study of dance that have everything to do with the writing of poetry and the life of a poet. I have thought about the relationship between bending the body to music in dance and the way we move words on the page to make music. I have counted so many beats in my life in the middle of a dance studio that I think I just count, without thinking about it. The worn, wooden dance studio floor has a clear relationship to poetic form. It is an austere blank space upon and within which anything can happen. In the rectilinear studio, curves and patterns are made. The studio is literally the blank page. When there are no bodies or words in it, we start all over again.<\/p>\n<p>The devotion to dance is daily. Every morning or every day you warm the body and bring it into the new day and its possibilities. You perform your ablutions, and each of those days adds up to weeks, and months and years add up to a technique that will be daily refined and daily coaxed and welcomed with a similar set of movements. There is no substitute for the work of today. There is no way around it. Dance taught me, in short, discipline, without which there is no art. The simple practices, the five positions, the same exercises done over and over again that mean the body can move, bend, make shapes, speak, fly.<\/p>\n<p>I can still feel Mary Craighill\u2019s sharp index finger in the small of my back, a drill between the shoulder blades, and then everything pulls up straight and comes into alignment, or Cara Gargano\u2019s pinching my bottom cheeks together with equally sharp fingers and hissing in my ear, \u201cTighter,\u201d as she prowls the room, her eyes which miss nothing lighting on each student, finding something, always something. Engage your center. Lengthen your spine. Drop your pelvis but do not tuck under. Lengthen. That is how you align your back and achieve a beautiful line. That is also how I smooth the bumps out of line of poetry. My body can remember doing so many things. We add countless words to our brains at an early age, and writing is the deep-sea fishing expedition to find them again.<\/p>\n<p>And a teacher must touch you, to teach you.<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">You can do anything in second spring, she said.<\/p>\n<p>Dance taught me how to be self-critical. The gimlet eye of criticism called \u201ccorrections\u201d in dance class is swift and precise. Left foot is fixed, not pointed. Hips thrust right. Soften your hands, unclench your jaw. Tilt your head a smidge to the left. Straighten your knee all the way. And then the exhortations to reach, pull, turn, twist, tuck, scoop. Despite what we might learn or teach in poetry workshops, eyes like that on a poem must be your own eyes. Exhortations must come from within.<\/p>\n<p>There\u2019s technique, and then there\u2019s dancing. Once the body knows what it is supposed to do, it must move through space, not just string steps together. The profound question is, what is the difference between steps and dancing? Dance teaches you how to make sudden changes of direction while maintaining integrity and composure, how to change pace, how to build speed, and how to stop on a dime. There is keen estimation and calibration involved in running in a circle that is an exact circle that follows a strict perimeter, how to feel that sense of line and design. Once the poet has practiced these aspects of craft, then she must sing.<\/p>\n<p>All movement begins from a strong center. Even if you cannot see the center, there must be a core. Even if the poem is off-center or eccentric, there must be a center, as \u201ceccentric\u201d describes tilting off the axis or veering from center.<\/p>\n<p>No cheating. There was simply no getting away with anything in dance class. No cheating. Same thing with poems. For me, dancers nobly model the life of an artist. What does it mean to do the work with no expectation of remuneration commensurate with the work it takes? The most difficult, the most lavish, the hardest, the luckiest, the grittiest, the most glamorous. The prima ballerina is showered with flowers and bows to her subjects. Offstage, her feet bleed inside toe shoes that are often discarded after each performance because they are worn through. And not just the feet: the everything else that hurts and is sacrificed to make art. It is not easy to do this. And it is a privilege.<\/p>\n<p>It is the rigorous, ruthless honesty of the study of dance that has given me the most. It is a value in my life and in my work: the truth of the poem formally\u2014that is to say, is it cleanly achieving its highest possibility? How do you know or measure that? And then, the honesty of what is said inside, not necessarily every little detail tracking against the details of life that inspired it, but rather, the deep truth of art that searches for the unpaved path.<\/p>\n<p>Soon after visiting my friend, I took a ballet class for the first time in twenty-five years. The Chinese acupuncturist who I saw regularly (for the hips, an old dance injury, as I love to say, even though I do not love the injury) was very happy that I went. She told me that I was entering my second spring, that women in their mid- to late forties enter this stage and can be like their younger selves, only better, because they are wiser and more judicious. You can do anything in second spring, she said.<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">The work waits for you every morning.<\/p>\n<p>My college friend with cancer was a nationally ranked fencer at the age of forty-seven. Now, healthy in her sixties, she is still a nationally ranked fencer. She never gave up the dream of her body, never turned from what her body knew and how it excelled. She fences wearing her armful of antique Chinese gold bangles and so makes music with each movement.<\/p>\n<p>Middle age, the involuntary step over an invisible midpoint line, waiting for the other shoe to drop. And yet, also, when you can begin fruitfully to remember what you might have forgotten about who you were, therefore who you are, and the relationship of the selves to each other, beads on a string, one after the other.<\/p>\n<p>When my children were about seven and eight, our family climbed a mountain in Maine, not a huge one, but one that was huge for me. When I was just shy of the summit, I made the mistake of looking back from the clearing where we were gathering our strength for the rest of the climb, and all I could see was what looked like a sheer drop. I panicked, afraid to go forward and afraid to go back. Hard as I tried, and as much as I did not want to fall apart in front of my young sons, I could not overcome my fear. I had to turn around and go back. I felt so disappointed in myself. I wondered, where was my courage? Why couldn\u2019t I find it? Where does it reside? I was not afraid that my body would fail me, I was just plain afraid.<\/p>\n<p>No words, no words, no words.<\/p>\n<p>And then I thought, what we have of courage does not manifest in everything that we do. Perhaps the physical courage I once had when I danced every day, the courage that took me into something unknown, past pain and past shame and past certainty, past even my ability, is also present in other parts of my life. It doesn\u2019t matter that it is not in my mountain climbing. It is in other places where I am courageous and strong and surprising.<\/p>\n<p>Some of that courage lives in my writing, both in the act of making art and hopefully in the work itself. A courage that does not seek to call attention to itself but is the result of hard and honest work.<\/p>\n<p>Even the smallest gesture is beautiful, a place to be expressive, a call to poise.<\/p>\n<p>The work waits for you every morning.<\/p>\n<p>The body knows far more than it can express.<\/p>\n<p>In middle age you begin to see the patterns of the years before the midpoint. Ahead is the sum, and something else.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\" style=\"text-align: center;\">__________________________________<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"277230\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/elizabeth-alexander-on-finding-life-in-the-second-spring-of-middle-age\/signals-across-vast-distances\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/signals-across-vast-distances.jpeg\" data-orig-size=\"600,897\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"signals across vast distances\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/signals-across-vast-distances.jpeg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-277230 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/signals-across-vast-distances-201x300.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"201\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/signals-across-vast-distances-201x300.jpeg 201w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/signals-across-vast-distances-40x60.jpeg 40w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/signals-across-vast-distances-33x50.jpeg 33w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/signals-across-vast-distances.jpeg 600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 201px) 100vw, 201px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Excerpted from <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/p\/books\/signals-across-vast-distances-essays-and-tales-elizabeth-alexander\/000024548a5ced1f?ean=9781324118008\">Signals Across Vast Distances: Essays and Tales<\/a>.<em> Copyright (c) 2026 by Elizabeth Alexander. With permission of the publisher, W. W. Norton &amp; Company, Inc. All rights reserved.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>If I could have been a dancer, a real dancer, beyond those years at St. Mark\u2019s, I probably would have done it. But my gifts were not that lavish, and my considerable drive was directed toward more than just dance.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2783,"featured_media":277231,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[6,43287,43103],"tags":[7409,101,112358,12598],"class_list":["post-277229","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-features","category-health","category-memoir","tag-elizabeth-alexander","tag-essays","tag-signals-across-vast-distances","tag-w-w-norton-and-company"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-1a7r","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/right-sidebar-banner-images-6.png","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/277229","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2783"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=277229"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/277229\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/277231"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=277229"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=277229"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=277229"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":276024,"date":"2026-09-25T04:11:48","date_gmt":"2026-09-25T08:11:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=276024"},"modified":"2026-09-24T13:12:23","modified_gmt":"2026-09-24T17:12:23","slug":"shrine-a-little-book-about-paul-thek","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/shrine-a-little-book-about-paul-thek\/","title":{"rendered":"Shrine: A Little Book About Paul Thek"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There is a photograph of Paul walking on a lawn and carrying a life-sized version of the cross. It appears to be quite heavy, made of wood. It can be seen to rest upon his shoulders.<\/p>\n<p>This is somewhere in Germany.<\/p>\n<p>I sleep now on a cot. I have giraffes over my chest of drawers and there are icons looking down at me at rest.<\/p>\n<p>It is a coincidence of things and objects that should not belong together. It is the desire to bring the distant close, summon the absent to our present place.<\/p>\n<p>The days, they race toward autumn, and my melancholy sets, these thoughts of parting and of death.<\/p>\n<p>He is himself impassive, participating in a process where there is no distinction made between himself and all the other things that now have found their place.<\/p>\n<p>It is the scraps of language that collect. This precondition for annihilating self.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m just a mouthpiece for these bits I\u2019ve conjured up and glued and set to rest. I have found a different body borne by fish. And the shabby things are now becoming precious. Healing pieces of meat.<\/p>\n<p>He will work with what he finds, an old crate for bottles of milk, almost an antique, worn but somewhat fancy, that he found at some bazaar, made of larch, and the lid, he went to the dumpster and he found some glass, little rectangular panes, a neighbor, it was a neighbor, he saw it from his window, was a man, who threw them out the night before, and miraculously they remain, sharp-edged, intact, his fingers have been bleeding.<\/p>\n<p>It is filled with unmailed letters, filled with pictures, filled with objects, filled with notes. He refers to it as <em>Shrine<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>He takes it out from underneath his bed, this crate, he says, a crate for milk, where I contain my life, and reads, and for music we have the sea, or is it the rhythm of the sea, the sea I splatter over news in blue and pink, and feel over my body when I try and rock myself to sleep. I kept this notebook with me when I was in Rome and then on Ponza. Always on Ponza. Look at the dates. This was in 1973.<\/p>\n<p>What I can offer you, he says, is the memory of church I had as a boy. What I can offer you is something that right now does not exist.<\/p>\n<p>He remembers the church of his childhood as a special place where care was given to make a beautiful world. He remembers the darkness and the flicker of the candles and the incense and the beeswax, smelling it in the air. He remembers the order and the passion of the liturgy, all those seemingly simple human gestures, the processions.<\/p>\n<p>His voice is very beautiful and he whispers things sometimes to me in an aside.<\/p>\n<p>I sang in church. I was in the choir. I especially enjoyed the Easter songs that I could sing, though sometimes my voice would break, and I would have to leave.<\/p>\n<p>This is the epigraph, I tell him, I\u2019ve selected for the piece.<\/p>\n<p>Regardless of my own beliefs and my own doubts, it is my opinion that art lost its basic creative drive the moment it was separated from worship. It severed an umbilical cord and now lives a sterile life, generating and degenerating itself.<\/p>\n<p>In former days the artist remained unknown and his work was the glory of God. He lived and died without being more or less important than other artisans: \u201ceternal values,\u201d \u201cimmortality,\u201d and \u201cmasterpiece\u201d were terms not applicable in his case. The ability to create was a gift.<\/p>\n<p>In such a world flourished invulnerable assurance and natural humility.<\/p>\n<p>These are the words, I tell him, of the Swedish theater and film director, Ingmar Bergman.<\/p>\n<p>Paul tells me that he met him once. I was with Karl Johansson. They knew each other from a film. Karl did some stills for <em>Winter Light<\/em>. He was a little pompous, though not entirely unkind. I was grateful. He came to see my show at the Museet.<\/p>\n<p>This is from a letter to Olle Granath for the show, dated September \u201971.<\/p>\n<p>On or about Swedish Christmas, for a period of one week, please have 12 large candles burning in the chicken coop. Also \u2013 sticking through the chicken wire please stick sections of orange, fresh fruit oranges \u2013 and those oranges should be replaced when needed.<\/p>\n<p>We are standing on the tenement rooftop. He shows me the bottoms of his feet and they are dirty. He has planted a garden here. It has been some years, he tells me. He started it with someone else. A friend, he says. I ask him who. Fenrir was his name. He says he\u2019s dead. He was Norwegian. He got sick. But it is growing now. I tell him I enjoy the flowers. I show him the microphone and ask him to speak up. He looks down again and at his feet, and out beyond the roofs. I am recording this, I tell him, for the interview. And it will appear next year, I say, in <em>ARTSYMPOSIA<\/em>. And I repeat that this will change things. People have forgotten you but after this appears they won\u2019t forget. He laughs and points away and toward the twins. He calls them Sodom and Gomorrah, rising up in glass and steel to blot the sky. He tells me he has painted them before. On newspaper.<\/p>\n<p>I ask him about his newspaper paintings.<\/p>\n<p>This is from a letter written just a month ago. It is addressed to Franz Deckwitz.<\/p>\n<p>I only want to do BAD paintings, to shock and hurt them here, etc etc, but it hurts MY spirit ALWAYS to do the bad paintings, so I miss Ponza. I miss eternity.<\/p>\n<p>When I come in he takes a yellow notebook out of <em>Shrine<\/em>. He opens it to a drawing of a phallic head in blue and white below a date: June 19th 1969. Here I wrote about my first encounter with the poetry of Ezra Pound. \u201cThe River-Merchant\u2019s Wife.\u201d <em>The Pisan Cantos<\/em>. I have chosen a dozen copies of his <em>New York Times<\/em> obituary as the ground for this new piece. It is a painting and it is also in blue, also in yellow, also in white. Pound too believed in Paradise. Before he was imprisoned, he believed that he\u2019d been touched by God.<\/p>\n<p>I ask him about his environments.<\/p>\n<p>I want to present an atmosphere \u2013 an ambiance \u2013 which is so peaceful that you\u2019re shattered when you leave.<\/p>\n<p>This is from a letter to Olle Granath, dated 9th of December 1971.<\/p>\n<p>I would very much like also that the inside of the pyramid should be kept fairly clean, especially the table. And the napkins should be white.<\/p>\n<p>We go again downstairs. I sit beside him on the bed. He tells me he is already tired. I can go a little more and then that\u2019s it. At least for today.<\/p>\n<p>I turn the recorder on again.<\/p>\n<p>Tell me about your mother.<\/p>\n<p>My mother was a poet, or rather, she sometimes wrote a poem. Her lips were usually wet with drink and the poems usually rhymed. They were never happy. She read me <em>Finnegans Wake<\/em> when I was six. She liked the puns and all the curse words. She\u2019s got a cancer now you know. In the gut. I visited her last week and watched the nurse remove her filthy drawers. She calls the whole thing \u201cshit.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>But really, it\u2019s an ark. That\u2019s what I\u2019m building. Cages into lilies. Mice. And always there are fish. Bits. Cut glass. Prayer. I am clutching a pencil. A concussion of waves. Light. This is an interior, a liturgical space. It is an offering.<\/p>\n<p>Just a note: Much rushing as tomorrow I am off to Rome again. Everything here is just about finished now that the Stedelijk is down. The Mickery show will be up all summer and it is, I think, and largely due to the pear tree, the prettiest I\u2019ve ever done.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\" style=\"text-align: center;\">__________________________________<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>From <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/rednuncollective.org\/shrine\">Shrine: A Little Book About Paul Thek<\/a><em> by V.H. Wildman<\/em><em>. Used with permission of the publisher, Red Nun Collective. Copyright \u00a9 2026 by V.H. Wildman.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There is a photograph of Paul walking on a lawn and carrying a life-sized version of the cross. It appears to be quite heavy, made of wood. It can be seen to rest upon his shoulders. 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