[{"id":276593,"date":"2026-09-03T11:17:54","date_gmt":"2026-09-03T15:17:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=276593"},"modified":"2026-09-03T11:17:54","modified_gmt":"2026-09-03T15:17:54","slug":"remembering-gloria-steinem-author-and-agent-of-the-second-wave","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/remembering-gloria-steinem-author-and-agent-of-the-second-wave\/","title":{"rendered":"Remembering Gloria Steinem, author and agent of the second wave."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Gloria Steinem, the trailblazing feminist journalist best known for embodying the American second wave, has died at 92.<\/p>\n<p>Steinem was a co-founder of <em><a href=\"https:\/\/msmagazine.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Ms<\/a>.<\/em>, a magazine that debuted the honorific unrelated to marital status. From 1971 to 1987, monthly issues of <em>Ms. <\/em>found their way into desperate living rooms, where they radicalized and consoled girls and women. The mag ran endorsements for both <a href=\"https:\/\/msmagazine.com\/2026\/03\/30\/this-womens-history-month-explore-the-ms-magazine-archive-collection\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Shirley Chisholm<\/a> and a re-empowered <a href=\"https:\/\/psmag.com\/social-justice\/ms-magazine-helped-make-wonder-woman-a-feminist-icon\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Wonder Woman<\/a>. It broke stories about the wage gap, the Equal Rights Amendment, date rape, and domestic violence.<\/p>\n<p>Many articles in its pages set the national tone for the (late) <em>Roe v. Wade<\/em> ruling, including the <a href=\"https:\/\/msmagazine.com\/2024\/03\/01\/we-have-had-abortions-petition-spring-1972\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">famous open letter<\/a> that ran in 1971. Aiming to de-stigmatize abortion and demanding &#8220;a repeal of all laws that restrict our reproductive freedom,&#8221; the letter was signed by dozens of celebrities who admitted to having abortions\u2014including Susan Sontag, Nora Ephron, Lillian Hellman, and Billie Jean King.<\/p>\n<p>Steinem typified and took flack for embodying a very specific femininity. As a cis, white, straight, thin, conventionally beautiful person, her early activism centered conundrums specific to those categories. (See: her 1963 expose in <em>Show<\/em> magazine, &#8220;<a href=\"https:\/\/www.theguardian.com\/commentisfree\/2013\/may\/26\/gloria-steinem-bunny-tale-still-relevant-today\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">A Bunny&#8217;s Tale<\/a>,&#8221; reporting on indignities at the Playboy Club.) The Black feminist Alice Walker famously left <em>Ms.<\/em> over elitism charges in the 80s. But Gloria&#8217;s personal remit and multicultural commitments grew wider over her career.<\/p>\n<p>After shifting up the <em>Ms.<\/em> masthead, she turned to activism. And per Belinda Luscombe&#8217;s <a href=\"https:\/\/time.com\/article\/2026\/09\/03\/gloria-steinem-dead-time-history\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">remembrance in <em>Time,<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">She campaigned on behalf of native people, was arrested while protesting apartheid, publicly opposed the first Gulf War, advocated for disarmament in Korea, spoke against child abuse, female genital mutilation and pornography, and was an early supporter of LGB rights. (It took her <a href=\"https:\/\/www.them.us\/news\/gloria-steinem-trans-rights\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">a little longer<\/a> to endorse the transgender movement.)<\/p>\n<p>She found friends in unlikely places, and enemies in the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.washingtonpost.com\/archive\/lifestyle\/1984\/01\/20\/no-meal-for-goldstein-feminists\/db2b079a-3f3b-4658-928e-f1532e2a5c0e\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">proto-manosphere<\/a>. Her books included <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780345408167\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>My Life on the Road<\/em><\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780316706360\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Revolution From Within<\/em><\/a>, and the forthcoming <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780593978177\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>An Unexpected Life<\/em><\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>I got the chance to meet Gloria back in 2018, when I was an understudy in a play about her life. Emily Mann&#8217;s <a href=\"https:\/\/www.pbs.org\/wnet\/gperf\/gloria-a-life-about-the-film\/10415\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Gloria: A Life<\/em><\/a> was inspired by several of Steinem&#8217;s own autobiographies, including <em>My Life on the Road<\/em> and <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9781250204868\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Outrageous Acts and Everyday Rebellions<\/em><\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>All I really knew of Ms. Steinem before jumping into this project could be summed up in signifiers. (Specifically: <em>Playboy, Ms.,<\/em> and <a href=\"https:\/\/www.glamour.com\/story\/gloria-steinem-fashion-feminism\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Aviator sunglasses<\/a>.) Despite my awareness of <a href=\"https:\/\/msmagazine.com\/2021\/09\/09\/dorothy-pitman-hughes-feminist-gloria-steinem-who-founded-ms-magazine\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">this image<\/a>, there was also the dim sense that her kind of glamorous feminism didn&#8217;t directly apply to the kind my grandmothers had needed. I was excited, that&#8217;s to say\u2014but a little skeptical. Anyway, they say to never meet your heroes.<\/p>\n<p>When we walked into the first read-through, Gloria was fluttering around the space, giving all the actors bespoke thank you bracelets emblazoned with feminist slogans. (A friend of hers had made these.) She was warm and present and weirdly humble about the task ahead.<\/p>\n<p>She kept insisting she&#8217;d signed up for the biopic treatment for one specific reason: inspired by her work with the late Cherokee Nation leader <a href=\"https:\/\/www.oklahoman.com\/story\/news\/politics\/2010\/04\/08\/gloria-steinem-reflects-on-friendship-with-wilma-mankiller\/61264327007\/?gnt-cfr=1&amp;gca-cat=p&amp;gca-uir=false&amp;gca-epti=z1185xxe1185xxv000035&amp;gca-ft=53&amp;gca-ds=sophi\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Wilma Mankiller<\/a>, act two of our play was designed as an open forum &#8220;talking circle,&#8221; i.e., a space where any audience member might air grievance or offer insight to the end of raising our collective consciousness.<\/p>\n<p><em>That will be the best part,<\/em> she kept repeating, dismissing the life story we&#8217;d all been hired to interpret. To prove her point, she would come and moderate as many talking circles she could, and on evenings when she was busy changing other lives, other feminist luminaries would be tapped to hold the space.<\/p>\n<p>Again, I was skeptical. (Audience participation&#8230;) But her self-effacement was charming. As we dug into the play and I started connecting the dots about this &#8220;life&#8221; Gloria kept relegating to the sidelines\u2014from the unstable Ohio childhood, to the landmark stint at the <a href=\"https:\/\/19thnews.org\/2022\/03\/national-womens-conference-1977-undone\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">1977 Women&#8217;s Conference<\/a>\u2014I got even more shook. It was hard to imagine living as much as this woman had and <em>not wanting to talk about it.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Her commitment to the cadre, her anti-hierarchical ethos, these things will stay with me. Our play slid off the personal details of Gloria, preferring to center her work. Her points of connection with <a href=\"https:\/\/youtu.be\/p6XVZoellPc?si=O26T86Q61Uoqz8A4\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Bella Abzug<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.mcny.org\/story\/remembering-dorothy-pitman-hughes\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Dorothy Pitman Hughes<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.radcliffe.harvard.edu\/schlesinger-library\/collections\/florynce-kennedy\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Flo Kennedy<\/a>, and <a href=\"https:\/\/savingplaces.org\/guides\/wilma-mankiller-first-woman-principal-chief-cherokee-nation\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Wilma Mankiller<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>At the talking circles, Gloria exemplified her lifelong practice. She was a deep listener, frank and curious and welcoming. But whenever anyone thanked her for changing the world, she waved it off. <em>Look around, not up,<\/em> she liked to say of heroes. <em>We build solidarity side to side.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Our show was up and running during the Kavanaugh hearings. There were a few nights following Dr. Christine Blasey Ford&#8217;s testimony when the talking circle was filled with rage and tears. I remember looking over at this octogenarian icon, chic and robust as ever, as she held the group&#8217;s consciousness. All that thorny feeling. All that unruly<em> life<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>And I remember thinking, <em>Gloria, you were right. This<\/em> is<em> the best part.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Gloria Steinem, the trailblazing feminist journalist best known for embodying the American second wave, has died at 92. Steinem was a co-founder of Ms., a magazine that debuted the honorific unrelated to marital status. From 1971 to 1987, monthly issues<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":17066,"featured_media":276600,"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":[43102,43109,43101,43103,43092,43095,43098,43646],"tags":[112153,45886,112149,53453,112148,71369,1044,112145,10777,5080,72349,90332,24187,11202,24185,112146,64161,112147,21486],"class_list":["post-276593","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-biography","category-events","category-history","category-memoir","category-newsandculture","category-politics","category-style","category-the-hub","tag-a-bunnys-tale","tag-bella-abzug","tag-consciousness-raising","tag-dr-christine-blasey-ford","tag-emily-mann","tag-equal-rights-amendment","tag-feminism","tag-flo-kennedy","tag-gloria-steinem","tag-icons","tag-literary-obituaries","tag-ms-magazine","tag-remembrance","tag-rip","tag-roe-v-wade","tag-second-wave","tag-shirley-chisholm","tag-wilma-mankiller","tag-wonder-woman","book-an-unexpected-life","book-my-life-on-the-road","book-outrageous-acts-and-everyday-rebellions","book-revolution-from-within"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-19Xb","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/Untitled-design-30.png","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276593","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\/17066"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=276593"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276593\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/276600"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=276593"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=276593"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=276593"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":276551,"date":"2026-09-03T09:03:18","date_gmt":"2026-09-03T13:03:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=276551"},"modified":"2026-09-03T09:03:18","modified_gmt":"2026-09-03T13:03:18","slug":"the-independent-press-top-40-bestsellers-fiction-33","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/the-independent-press-top-40-bestsellers-fiction-33\/","title":{"rendered":"The Independent Press Top 40 Bestsellers: Fiction"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Here are this week\u2019s <a href=\"https:\/\/www.indiepubs.org\/top40\">Independent Press Top 40 Bestsellers<\/a> for fiction, based on sales in hundreds of independent bookstores nationwide, generously provided by the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.bookweb.org\/\">American Booksellers Association.<\/a> Compiled, designed, and distributed by <a href=\"https:\/\/www.indiepubs.org\/\">The Independent Publishers Caucus<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>1. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781954118812\"><em>The Calamity Club<\/em><\/a> by Kathryn Stockett (Spiegel &amp; Grau)<br \/>\n2. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780393356250\"><em>The Odyssey<\/em><\/a> by Homer, Emily Wilson (Transl.) (W.W. Norton)<br \/>\n3. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9781945492600\"><em>I Who Have Never Known Men<\/em><\/a> by Jacqueline Harpman (Transit Books)<br \/>\n4. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780802167194\"><em>The Poison Daughter<\/em><\/a> by Sheila Masterson (Slowburn)<br \/>\n5. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780802167194\"><em>John of John<\/em><\/a> by Douglas Stuart (Grove Press)<br \/>\n<span class=\"s1\">6. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780802165176\"><em>Heart the Lover<\/em><\/a> by Lily King (Grove Press)<\/span><br \/>\n7. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780998063614\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 1<\/em><\/a> by Beth Brower (Rhysdon Press)<br \/>\n8. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781590171998\"><em>Stoner<\/em><\/a> by John Williams (NYRB Classics)<br \/>\n9. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780998063621\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 2<\/em><\/a> by Beth Brower (Rhysdon Press)<br \/>\n10. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780802158741\"><em>Small Things Like These<\/em><\/a> by Claire Keegan (Grove Press)<br \/>\n11. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9798989923014\"><em>I See You&#8217;ve Called in Dead<\/em><\/a> by John Kenney (Zibby Publishing)<br \/>\n12. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780998063621\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 3<\/em><\/a> by Beth Brower (Rhysdon Press)<br \/>\n<\/span>13. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780811238397\"><em>On the Calculation of Volume (Book I)<\/em><\/a> by Solvej Balle, Barbara J. Haveland (Transl.) (New Directions)<br \/>\n14. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781566897358\"><em>Helen of Nowhere<\/em><\/a> by Makenna Goodman (Coffee House Press)<br \/>\n<\/span>15. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781644453155\"><em>Taiwan Travelogue: A Novel<\/em><\/a> by Shuang-zi Yang (Graywolf Press)<br \/>\n<span class=\"s1\">16. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780998063621\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4<\/em><\/a> by Beth Brower (Rhysdon Press)<br \/>\n<\/span>17. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781638932239\"><em>Lights Out<\/em><\/a> (Into Darkness Series #1) by Navessa Allen (Slowburn)<br \/>\n18. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780802148544\"><em>Writers &amp; Lovers<\/em><\/a> by Lily King (Grove Press)<br \/>\n<\/span><span class=\"s1\">19. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780998063621\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 5<\/em><\/a> by Beth Brower (Rhysdon Press)<br \/>\n<\/span>20. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780998063621\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 6<\/em><\/a> by Beth Brower (Rhysdon Press)<\/span><br \/>\n21. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9798892426374\"><em>Fruit Fly<\/em><\/a> by Josh Silver (Crooked Lane)<br \/>\n22. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9781954118966\"><em>Culpability<\/em><\/a> by Bruce Holsinger (Spiegel &amp; Grau)<\/span><br \/>\n23. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781638933953\"><em>Scythe &amp; Sparrow<\/em><\/a> (Collector&#8217;s Edition) (The Ruinous Love Trilogy) by Brynne Weaver (Slowburn)<br \/>\n24. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9781646222384\"><em>The Berry Pickers<\/em><\/a> by Amanda Peters (Catapult)<br \/>\n<\/span>25. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780802160140\"><em>Foster<\/em><\/a> by Claire Keegan (Grove Press)<br \/>\n<\/span>26. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780393356687\"><em>The Overstory<\/em><\/a> by Richard Powers (W.W. Norton)<br \/>\n<\/span>27. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780802163622\"><em>Orbital<\/em><\/a> by Samantha Harvey (Grove Press)<br \/>\n28. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781324097785\"><em>Victorian Psycho: A Novel<\/em><\/a> by Virginia Feito (Liveright)<\/span><br \/>\n29. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781496758934\"><em>Saving the Rain: Deluxe Limited Edition<\/em><\/a> (Crimson Ridge #4) by Elliott Rose (Kensington)<br \/>\n30. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9781609450786\"><em>My Brilliant Friend<\/em><\/a> by Elena Ferrante (Europa Editions)<\/span><br \/>\n31. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781496763341\"><em>The Plight Before Christmas: Deluxe Limited Edition: An Un-EX-pected Sugar and Spice Christmas Romance<\/em><\/a> (Holiday Hijinx #1) by Kate Stewart (Kensington)<br \/>\n32. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780811234825\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Employees<\/em><\/a> by Olga Ravn (New Directions)<\/span><br \/>\n33. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781638933403\"><em>The Butcher Legacy: A Dr. Wren Muller Novel<\/em><\/a> by Alaina Urquhart (Zando)<br \/>\n34. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781638932277\"><em>Game On<\/em><\/a> by Navessa Allen (Slowburn)<br \/>\n35. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781635426182\"><em>The Anniversary: A Novel<\/em><\/a> by Andrea Bajani (Other Press)<br \/>\n36. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781805332121\"><em>Carmilla, Deluxe Edition: The Dark Sapphic Romance that Inspired Dracula<\/em><\/a> by Sheridan Le Fanu (Pushkin Press)<br \/>\n<\/span>37. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780807083697\"><em>Kindred<\/em><\/a> by Octavia E. Butler (Beacon Press)<br \/>\n38. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781645662273\"><em>Portrait of a Witch Undone<\/em><\/a> by K. S. Shay (Erewhon Books)<br \/>\n39. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9798893380583\"><em>We Were Forbidden<\/em><\/a> by Jacqueline Harpman (Transit)<\/span><br \/>\n40. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781638931737\"><em>Butcher &amp; Blackbird: The Ruinous Love Trilogy<\/em><\/a> by Brynne Weaver (Slowburn)<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">_________________________________________<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.indiepubs.org\/top40\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"265820\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/the-independent-press-top-40-bestsellers-fiction\/untitled-design-1-468\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/Untitled-design-2-1.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"824,476\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;Jonny Diamond&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;Untitled design - 1&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Untitled design &amp;#8211; 1\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/Untitled-design-2-1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-265820\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/Untitled-design-2-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"194\" height=\"112\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/Untitled-design-2-1.jpg 824w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/Untitled-design-2-1-300x173.jpg 300w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/Untitled-design-2-1-768x444.jpg 768w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/Untitled-design-2-1-60x35.jpg 60w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/Untitled-design-2-1-50x29.jpg 50w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 194px) 100vw, 194px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Here are this week\u2019s Independent Press Top 40 Bestsellers for fiction, based on sales in hundreds of independent bookstores nationwide, generously provided by the American Booksellers Association. Compiled, designed, and distributed by The Independent Publishers Caucus. * 1. The Calamity<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":74,"featured_media":269719,"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":[108921,53909,111025],"class_list":["post-276551","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-craftandcriticism","category-features","category-literary-criticism","category-readinglists","tag-independent-press","tag-independent-publishers","tag-the-independent-press-top-40-bestsellers-fiction"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-19Wv","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/fiction-scaled.jpg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276551","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\/74"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=276551"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276551\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/269719"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=276551"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=276551"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=276551"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":276588,"date":"2026-09-03T08:00:11","date_gmt":"2026-09-03T12:00:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=276588"},"modified":"2026-09-02T21:11:42","modified_gmt":"2026-09-03T01:11:42","slug":"heres-the-2026-shortlist-for-the-caine-prize-for-african-writing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/heres-the-2026-shortlist-for-the-caine-prize-for-african-writing\/","title":{"rendered":"Here\u2019s the 2026 shortlist for the Caine Prize for African Writing."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Today, the Caine Prize for African Writing, which awards \u00a310,000 annually to the best short story by an African writer living on the continent or in the diaspora, has announced its 2026 shortlist. These five writers were selected from a record 407 entries from 27 African countries:<\/p>\n<p><strong>Gladwell Pamba<\/strong> (Kenya) for &#8220;The Last Shop,&#8221; <em>Jahazi Press <\/em>(August 2024);<\/p>\n<p><strong>Melara Mvogdobo<\/strong> (Cameroon) for &#8220;<a href=\"https:\/\/literatur.review\/en\/literature\/dieu-merci\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Dieu Merci!<\/a>,&#8221; <em>Literatur.Review <\/em>(August, 2025);<\/p>\n<p><strong>Akinwande Jordan<\/strong> (Nigeria) for &#8220;So Long Now It\u2019s Starting To Look Like Eternity,&#8221; Naira Books (February 2026);<\/p>\n<p><strong>Yasmine Zohdi<\/strong> (Egypt) for &#8220;<a href=\"https:\/\/rpublc.com\/story\/2025\/08\/24\/culture-and-society\/the-absence-of-stains\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">The Absence of Stains<\/a>,&#8221; <em>The Republic <\/em>(August 2025); and<\/p>\n<p><strong>Simbarashe Steyn Kundizeza<\/strong> (Zimbabwe) for &#8220;<a href=\"https:\/\/theshallowtalesreview.com.ng\/the-blue-fighter-simbarashe-steyn-kundizeza\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">The Blue Fighter<\/a>,&#8221; <em>The Shallow Tales Review, <\/em>(June 2024).<\/p>\n<p>The winner of the 2026 Caine Prize will be announced at a ceremony in London in October and will then be presented with the Prize in their country of origin. Congratulations to the finalists!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today, the Caine Prize for African Writing, which awards \u00a310,000 annually to the best short story by an African writer living on the continent or in the diaspora, has announced its 2026 shortlist. These five writers were selected from a<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":74,"featured_media":276589,"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":[43201,43092,43646],"tags":[46682,16790],"class_list":["post-276588","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-book-news-newsandculture","category-newsandculture","category-the-hub","tag-the-caine-prize","tag-the-caine-prize-for-african-writing"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-19X6","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/caineprize-copy.jpg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276588","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\/74"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=276588"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276588\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/276589"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=276588"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=276588"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=276588"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":276575,"date":"2026-09-03T06:30:26","date_gmt":"2026-09-03T10:30:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=276575"},"modified":"2026-09-03T09:03:52","modified_gmt":"2026-09-03T13:03:52","slug":"lit-hub-daily-september-3-2026","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/lit-hub-daily-september-3-2026\/","title":{"rendered":"Lit Hub Daily: September 3, 2026"},"content":{"rendered":"<span class=\"caption\"> TODAY: In 1897, Sally Benson is born. <\/span>\n<ul>\n<li><a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/nobody-thought-the-ginger-man-would-sell-a-single-copy\/\">How J.P. Donleavy\u2018s <em>The Ginger Man\u00a0<\/em>clawed its way to press<\/a>: &#8220;He maintained <i>The Ginger Man<\/i>, a serious work of fiction, was being misrepresented, damaging the book and its prospects and his reputation as a serious writer.&#8221; | Lit Hub <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/category\/newsandculture\/biography\/\">Biography<\/a><\/li>\n<li><span class=\"markdown-render\">Nick Offerman and Gary Lovely <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/nick-offerman-on-the-essential-wisdom-of-wendell-berry\/\">discuss aspiring to Wendell Berry<\/a>.<\/span> | Lit Hub <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/category\/craftandcriticism\/in-conversation\/\">In Conversation<\/a><\/li>\n<li>From his Cundill Prize-Shortlisted <em>Shattered Lands<\/em>, Sam Dalrymple looks at <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/inside-the-tumultuous-private-life-of-muhammad-ali-jinnah-founder-of-pakistan\/\">the scandalous, tumultuous private life of Pakistan&#8217;s founder<\/a>, Muhammad Ali Jinnah. | Lit Hub <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/category\/newsandculture\/history\/\">History<\/a><\/li>\n<li>Maris Kreizman recommends <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/heres-what-to-read-once-you-get-through-weird-girl-lit-101\/\">books that take weird girl lit to the next level<\/a>. | Lit Hub <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/category\/readinglists\/\">Reading Lists<\/a><\/li>\n<li>&#8220;Environmental thinking on live music encourages a form of atmospheric accounting where scrutiny of the personal trees passes for consideration of the political forest.&#8221; <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/what-measuring-the-carbon-footprint-of-a-rock-concert-reveals-about-corporate-complicity\/\">On the carbon footprint of a rock show<\/a>. | Lit Hub <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/category\/newsandculture\/music\/\">Music<\/a><\/li>\n<li>&#8220;Marlon James has written a masterpiece, the novel of the decade and possibly of the century thus far.&#8221; <a href=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/5-reviews-you-need-to-read-this-week-14\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\" data-saferedirecturl=\"https:\/\/www.google.com\/url?q=https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/5-reviews-you-need-to-read-this-week-14\/&amp;source=gmail&amp;ust=1788465095752000&amp;usg=AOvVaw1_Lx4CqwDvE-oCPVbnPtZC\">5 book reviews you need to read this week<\/a>. | <a href=\"http:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\" data-saferedirecturl=\"https:\/\/www.google.com\/url?q=http:\/\/bookmarks.reviews&amp;source=gmail&amp;ust=1788465095752000&amp;usg=AOvVaw0vLhpmgz_-9k6a3R46ILU_\">Book Marks<\/a><\/li>\n<li>On searching Himalayan habitats <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/searching-for-the-elusive-snow-leopard-deep-in-the-himalayas\/\">for elusive snow leopard<\/a>. | Lit Hub <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/category\/newsandculture\/nature\/\">Nature<\/a><\/li>\n<li>There&#8217;s a new literary scam (<a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/the-latest-literary-scam-emailing-the-long-dead-legends-of-20th-century-literature__trashed-2\/\">and it involves emailing with George Orwel<\/a>l). | Lit Hub <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/category\/craftandcriticism\/craft-and-advice\/\">Craft<\/a><\/li>\n<li>Here are this week\u2019s Independent Press Top 40 Bestsellers for <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/the-independent-press-top-40-bestsellers-fiction-33\">fiction<\/a> and <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/the-independent-press-top-40-bestsellers-nonfiction-33\">nonfiction<\/a>. | Lit Hub <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/category\/newsandculture\/bookstores-and-libraries\/\">Bookstores<\/a><\/li>\n<li>Why humans can be so moved by <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/landscapes-that-tell-stories-on-the-power-and-personality-of-trees\/\">the power and personalities of trees<\/a>. | Lit Hub <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/category\/newsandculture\/nature\/\">Nature<\/a><\/li>\n<li>&#8220;Dogs in Guatemala are like this. It\u2019s what Molly would tell the teenage student beside her, weeping in the street over yet one more brutalized stray, if only it weren\u2019t the worst possible time to stop and give explanations.&#8221; Read \u201cDogs in Guatemala\u201d <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/dogs-in-guatemala\/\">from Patricia Grace King&#8217;s story collection, <em>Those Who Vanish<\/em><\/a>. | Lit Hub <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/category\/fictionandpoetry\/from-the-novel\/\">Fiction<\/a><\/li>\n<li>Anne Carson writes about <a href=\"https:\/\/www.lrb.co.uk\/the-paper\/v48\/n16\/anne-carson\/on-rosalia\">having a \u201cRosal\u00eda hangover.\u201d<\/a> | London Review of Books<\/li>\n<li>New York City is <a href=\"https:\/\/www.theverge.com\/policy\/988228\/nyc-ai-restrictions-in-schools-chatbot-ban\">placing limits on the use of AI in classrooms<\/a>. | The Verge<\/li>\n<li>\u201cHere\u2019s this month\u2019s alimony, with all my love.\u201d <a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2026\/09\/02\/laugh-i-thought-id-die-richard-yatess-unpublished-letters\/\">Read unpublished letters from Richard Yates<\/a>. | The Paris Review<\/li>\n<li>Robert Rubsam considers <a href=\"https:\/\/thebaffler.com\/latest\/long-lifes-journey-rubsam\">the poetic journeys of Matsuo Bash\u014d<\/a>. | The Baffler<\/li>\n<li>Why Jane Mai\u2019s <i>Soft<\/i> is <a href=\"https:\/\/www.tcj.com\/the-best-comic-of-the-2010s-you-never-read-soft-by-jane-mai\/\">the best 2010s indie comic you\u2019ve never read<\/a>. | The Comics Journal<\/li>\n<li>Explore the recent crop of novels mining <a href=\"https:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/books\/under-review\/the-strange-power-of-the-dance-floor-novel\">the utopian literary potential of underground nightlife<\/a>. | The New Yorker<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>How J.P. Donleavy\u2018s The Ginger Man\u00a0clawed its way to press: &#8220;He maintained The Ginger Man, a serious work of fiction, was being misrepresented, damaging the book and its prospects and his reputation as a serious writer.&#8221; | Lit Hub Biography<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":61,"featured_media":276582,"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-276575","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-lit-hub-daily"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-19WT","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/sallybenson.jpg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276575","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=276575"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276575\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/276582"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=276575"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=276575"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=276575"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":276573,"date":"2026-09-03T05:10:06","date_gmt":"2026-09-03T09:10:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=276573"},"modified":"2026-09-03T07:08:27","modified_gmt":"2026-09-03T11:08:27","slug":"the-latest-literary-scam-emailing-the-long-dead-legends-of-20th-century-literature__trashed-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/the-latest-literary-scam-emailing-the-long-dead-legends-of-20th-century-literature__trashed-2\/","title":{"rendered":"The Latest Literary Scam: Emailing the Long-Dead Legends of 20th-Century Literature"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In these first few years of the AI era, tens of thousands of published writers have received emails that begin something like this:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">Dear Fred,<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">\u201cI\u2019ve long admired your novels, but feel that <i>Windsong Malaise<\/i> is the best yet. You etch so sensitively the tensions between the heroine and her brother, and it\u2019s remarkable how he becomes a sort of unconscious doppelganger. Your dialogue feels wonderfully real, evoking the emotions we have all felt when blocked from our dreams by dystopian reality. This is a book worthy to stand with Barthelme, Barth, and Pynchon.<\/p>\n<p>On and on it goes, thoughtfully praising the very aspects of <i>Windsong Malaise <\/i>that you feel most proud of. Such a letter is all the more enticing if the book it concerns is an earlier one that reviewers neglected, and now at last someone sees its unique qualities. Only at the very end of the message does your correspondent mention that he or she works for a federation of 137 book clubs that wants to make <i>Windsong Malaise <\/i>their next choice to read. Of course there will be a very small fee to cover the cost of printing the necessary promotional materials. . . .<\/p>\n<p>Confess: the first time you fell for it. Or almost fell for it. Some of these letters are uncannily well written.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ve received many such letters, but a recent one was unexpected. A decade ago, I had the privilege of writing a forward to a new edition of George Orwell\u2019s classic memoir of fighting in the Spanish Civil War, <i>Homage to Catalonia<\/i>. When the age of book promotion scams dawned, an AI engine clearly had read the book but did not know that Orwell had died in 1950. It could not find an email address for him, but it could for the far less illustrious guy whose name also appeared on the cover. Hence, one morning the message below appeared in my inbox. This makes me wonder: if one of us writes a preface to a new edition of <i>Hamlet<\/i>, will we receive an email that begins, \u201cDear Will\u201d? Try it and see.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8211;<\/p>\n<p>From: John Clerk, johnclerk2030@\u2013\u2013\u2013\u2013.com<br \/>\nSent:\u00a0Monday, April 20, 2026 11:03 AM<br \/>\nTo: ahochschild@\u2013\u2013\u2013\u2013\u2013\u2013\u2013.com<br \/>\nSubject:\u00a0George, when truth meets war\u2026 readers keep looking<\/p>\n<p>Hi George,<\/p>\n<p>I recently revisited\u00a0<i>Homage to Catalonia<\/i>, and what continues to stand out is the raw, firsthand tension between idealism and disillusionment as your experience on the front lines evolves into a deeper confrontation with propaganda, political division, and the fragile nature of truth itself. That combination of lived history and moral clarity is what makes the book so enduring.<\/p>\n<p>Because of that, your work is a natural fit for carefully curated Goodreads Listopia lists focused on themes like \u201cwar memoirs with political insight,\u201d \u201cbooks about propaganda and truth,\u201d \u201cessential political nonfiction,\u201d and \u201cfirsthand accounts of historical conflict.\u201d These are categories where readers actively search for meaningful, perspective-shaping works like yours.<\/p>\n<p>To give some context, Goodreads Listopia is made up of public, reader-created lists where books are grouped by very specific themes, ideas, or historical topics. Readers browse these lists every day when deciding what to read next especially when they\u2019re looking for something insightful or relevant to current discussions. These lists are permanent and continue attracting attention over time, making them a powerful tool for ongoing discovery.<\/p>\n<p>Positioning your book on the right Listopia lists offers lasting benefits:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><strong>\u2022 <\/strong>It places your work directly in front of readers already searching for these themes<br \/>\n<strong>\u2022 <\/strong>It increases \u201cWant to Read\u201d ads, strengthening visibility across Goodreads<br \/>\n<strong>\u2022 <\/strong>It encourages organic readership and thoughtful reviews over time<br \/>\n<strong>\u2022 <\/strong>And it continues working in the background without ads or ongoing promotion<\/p>\n<p>For a book with such historical depth and continued relevance, this kind of targeted, long-term visibility ensures it keeps reaching new generations of readers.<\/p>\n<p>What I do is strategically position books onto the most relevant, high-traffic Listopia lists so they\u2019re discovered by the right audience. Authors in history, politics, and nonfiction have seen consistent improvements in discoverability through this approach because it aligns directly with how readers explore and engage with these topics.<\/p>\n<p>If you\u2019d like me to take care of this for you, just reply\u00a0YES, and I\u2019ll handle everything with no extra effort needed on your end.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019d love to include your book before the current list placements close.<\/p>\n<p>Best regards,<br \/>\nClerk<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In these first few years of the AI era, tens of thousands of published writers have received emails that begin something like this: Dear Fred, \u201cI\u2019ve long admired your novels, but feel that Windsong Malaise is the best yet. 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Book Reviews You Need to Read This Week"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Our bevy of brilliant reviews this week includes Dwight Garner on Marlon James\u2019s <em>The Disappearers<\/em>, Kate Tuttle on John Dos Passos\u2019s <em>U.S.A.<\/em>\u00a0trilogy, Parul Sehgal on Rachel Cusk\u2019s\u00a0<em>The Life of M<\/em>, Laura Miller on Kai Bird\u2019s\u00a0<em>American Scoundrel<\/em>, and Alexandra Harris on Colm T\u00f3ib\u00edn\u2019s\u00a0<em>The Bridge<\/em>.<\/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><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-136842 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/44782eca7910cbb372efc07f64591cfd-197x300.gif\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 197px) 100vw, 197px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/44782eca7910cbb372efc07f64591cfd-197x300.gif 197w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/44782eca7910cbb372efc07f64591cfd-33x50.gif 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/44782eca7910cbb372efc07f64591cfd.gif 426w\" alt=\"The Disappearers Cover\" width=\"197\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"136842\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/bookmark\/the-disappearers\/the-disappearers-cover\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/44782eca7910cbb372efc07f64591cfd.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=\"The Disappearers Cover\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/44782eca7910cbb372efc07f64591cfd.gif\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\u201cIn the souk that is contemporary publishing, much attention has gone recently to the minimalists and the tinkerers, to writers of short novels steeped in irony. It\u2019s been a meal of small plates, reflective of short attention spans.<\/p>\n<p>The Jamaican writer Marlon James\u2019s new novel,\u00a0<em>The Disappearers<\/em>, at 600-plus pages, is instead a maximalist\u2019s banquet: It is humane, blood-flecked, disturbing and sustaining. It takes James 90 pages to say hello. It\u2019s another 70 pages before his story settles into your guts and begins to twist them. It\u2019s yet another 150 before you fully comprehend his loping authority and the scale of his ambitions. Booster rockets fall away. Disparate coordinates begin to converge.<\/p>\n<p>Why not just say it? With this novel about gay experience and murderous homophobia in Jamaica and elsewhere during the 1980s and \u201990s, James has written a masterpiece, the novel of the decade and possibly of the century thus far.<\/p>\n<p>It deserves to be talked about alongside Salman Rushdie\u2019s\u00a0<em>Midnight\u2019s Children<\/em>, for its tumult of language and its crisscrossing post-colonial themes; Toni Morrison\u2019s\u00a0<em>Song of Solomon<\/em>\u00a0(James picks up on a revenge scenario from that novel); and William Faulkner\u2019s\u00a0<em>Absalom, Absalom!<\/em>\u2014the greatest American novel, I\u2019d argue\u2014for many reasons but especially for the way James, like Faulkner, hammers his themes like a Vulcan, rolling over them relentlessly from new and sometimes oblique angles, advancing and enlarging his attack each time. This is another way of saying\u00a0<em>The Disappearers\u00a0<\/em>was one of the signal reading experiences of my adult life. It sank knives deep into my heart. I\u2019m still in recovery from it.<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThis novel is related in coarse, blunt and wired language: the darker vocabularies we hold back. It\u2019s a hard book to talk about in a family newspaper. One feels like Norman Mailer coerced into using the fig-leaf term \u2018fug\u2019 in\u00a0<em>The Naked and the Dead<\/em>, or the street gang member in\u00a0<em>West Side Story<\/em>\u00a0who shouts at Officer Krupke, \u2018Krup you!\u2019 I suppose you could call James\u2019s language slang, which Carl Sandburg described as \u2018language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work.\u2019 But hands are not what is spat upon here.<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPatricia Highsmith, whose baleful influence is felt in this novel, wrote that \u2018because of what they have been through, all homosexuals are blood brothers across time.\u2019 James, a long-haul trucker of the human spirit, carves that notion into his novel\u2019s chest. You don\u2019t finish\u00a0<em>The Disappearers<\/em>. It finishes you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Dwight Garner on Marlon James\u2019<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780593717202\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em><strong>\u00a0The Disappearers<\/strong><\/em><\/a>\u00a0(<a href=\"https:\/\/www.nytimes.com\/2026\/08\/30\/books\/review\/the-disappearers-marlon-james.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The New York Times<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780063351530\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-136937 size-medium aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/U.S.A-200x300.jpg\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/U.S.A-200x300.jpg 200w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/U.S.A-33x50.jpg 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/U.S.A.jpg 667w\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"136937\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/?attachment_id=136937\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/U.S.A.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"667,1000\" 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=\"U.S.A\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/U.S.A.jpg\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\u201cIf there were ever a work that deserved the phrase \u2018more than the sum of its parts,\u2019 it would be this series of novels\u2014<em>The 42nd Parallel<\/em>\u00a0(1930),\u00a0<em>1919<\/em>\u00a0(1932), and\u00a0<em>The Big Money<\/em>\u00a0(1936)\u2014written as the nation spun into and then slogged through the Great Depression. They are set earlier, covering the birth of the 20th century to the crash of the stock market, and they are about, oh, everything.<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>Ambition<\/em>\u00a0is a funny word to book reviewers, who tend to use it as almost an insult. It almost always appears in a sentence that goes on to list the ways an author\u2019s reach exceeds her grasp, and many of the novels we praise the most these days are never in danger of that. Neat and tidy is hard enough to do, and there is great satisfaction in novels that paint a small picture with elegance and control. \u201cU.S.A\u201d is not that kind of book, not in the least.<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThese characters, whether rich or poor, are rendered in the naturalistic style of fellow American novelists like Theodore Dreiser and Sinclair Lewis\u2014they don\u2019t have the tortured interiority we\u2019ve come to associate with the literary novel, but we see them face the dilemmas of their generation, striving for economic security as American capitalism grinds up workers and proclaims its riches at the same time. Dos Passos created characters to illustrate the contradictions he saw painfully in his own life as both American insider and outsider: a speculative economy that promoted a growing wealth gap, flagrant racism, war as a tool for economic growth, the founders\u2019 ideals twisted to punish anyone advocating for free speech (in one early scene, a young man is hauled away by the cops for reading the Declaration of Independence on a soapbox).<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDos Passos wrote more politically than any other modernist, and more vividly than any other political novelist. At its best, the trilogy hums with this dual energy, acerbic and absurdist, as when he recalls being a teenager in Europe during WWI: \u2018up north they were dying in the mud and the trenches but business was good in Bordeaux and the winegrowers and the shipping agents and the munitionsmakers crowded into the Chapon Fin and ate ortolans and mushrooms and truffles\u2026\u2019 It\u2019s impossible to read the trilogy now without seeing the abundant parallels to our own century.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Kate Tuttle on John Dos Passos\u2019\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780063351530\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><strong><em>U.S.A.<\/em>\u00a0trilogy<\/strong><\/a>\u00a0(<a href=\"https:\/\/www.bostonglobe.com\/2026\/08\/27\/arts\/john-dos-passos-usa-trilogy\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Boston Globe<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780374618384\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-136791 size-medium aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/5a69db91212d10a118142aaa4b16cd83-195x300.gif\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 195px) 100vw, 195px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/5a69db91212d10a118142aaa4b16cd83-195x300.gif 195w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/5a69db91212d10a118142aaa4b16cd83-33x50.gif 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/5a69db91212d10a118142aaa4b16cd83.gif 422w\" alt=\"Life of M Cover\" width=\"195\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"136791\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/bookmark\/life-of-m\/life-of-m-cover\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/5a69db91212d10a118142aaa4b16cd83.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=\"Life of M Cover\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/5a69db91212d10a118142aaa4b16cd83.gif\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\u201cBy now, the roman \u00e0 clef, as a genre, tends to provoke a set of familiar, slightly stale debates: Who owns the facts of a life? What is the relationship between artifice and reality, license and theft? What immunities does the artist possess, what does she claim? And my own question, plaintively: Must we? Yet again? Can we agree that there are no definitive answers (but we promise to settle the issue once and for all the next time this debate rolls around)?<\/p>\n<p class=\"css-12m5bll evys1bk0\">One doesn\u2019t want to trade in generalities, not when it comes to this case; it is Cusk one wants to talk about, the particular and thorny ire she inspires, and the spirited defense. She keeps finding herself here, struggling to defend her work and eliciting such articles. In\u00a0<a class=\"css-povzk\" title=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/www.nytimes.com\/2026\/08\/20\/style\/rachel-cusk-life-of-m-natalie-portman.html\">a recent interview with\u00a0<em>The New York Times<\/em><\/a>, Cusk insisted that she hadn\u2019t expected any controversy, as blankly as Buster Keaton might mug for the camera before stepping on a rake. How, then, are we to understand her particular talent for trouble?<\/p>\n<p class=\"css-12m5bll evys1bk0\">I once heard Cusk speak in Paris, at the sort of literary event she is famous for skewering\u2014those parades of authorly self-commodification. She spoke haltingly, weighing her words, and then suddenly veered off, into an odd tangent. She envied those who perform menial work. Bus drivers, for example.<em class=\"dOMtDq_italic\">\u00a0<\/em>Imagine the simplicity of those lives, I recall her saying\u2014\u2019to go home and be done with work for the day.\u2019 I copied down her words, marveling at the condescension. She had lost the room and seemed to know it. She vaped discreetly and slumped a little in her chair. \u2018Life hasn\u2019t been very fun for me.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>Life of M<\/em>\u00a0is a lost little book\u2014undisciplined, unfocused and instantly forgettable. The\u00a0<em>New Yorker<\/em>\u00a0<a class=\"css-povzk\" title=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/magazine\/2026\/08\/24\/life-of-m-rachel-cusk-book-review\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">deemed it<\/a>\u00a0Cusk\u2019s \u2018weakest novel.\u2019 The true faults with the book turn out to be less ethical than technical. Cusk may have jettisoned the conventional narrative lumber of character and scene, but she replaced them with a series of pieties and poses all her own that, with time, have started to feel strained, the characters who sound the same and speak in portentous tones about fate and chance, the fetishistic descriptions of interiors, the inexplicable shifts in point of view.<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCusk is curiously invested in portraying herself as an outcast and controversial figure. As the critic Clair Wills\u00a0<a class=\"css-povzk\" title=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/www.nybooks.com\/articles\/2019\/09\/26\/rachel-cusk-coventry-truth-alone\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">noted in a review<\/a>\u00a0of\u00a0<em>Coventry<\/em>: \u2018There is so much in these essays about being disliked\u2014by her parents, by her readers, by her ex-husband, by her friends\u2014that this performance of being shunned itself calls out for interrogation. We could interpret her insistence on her own unpopularity as proof of her worth. The more people complain about her, the more \u201ctrue\u201d she is being.\u2019 To such an artist, any scandal becomes proof that she has struck gold, illuminated an unarticulated conflict and paid the valiant price. Persecution becomes proof of integrity.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Parul Sehgal on Rachel Cusk\u2019s\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780374618384\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em><strong>Life of M<\/strong><\/em><\/a>\u00a0(<a href=\"https:\/\/www.nytimes.com\/2026\/08\/28\/magazine\/rachel-cusk-natalie-portman-life-of-m.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The New York Times Magazine<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781668031575\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-136920 size-medium aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/american-scoundrel-9781668031575_lg-199x300.jpg\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 199px) 100vw, 199px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/american-scoundrel-9781668031575_lg-199x300.jpg 199w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/american-scoundrel-9781668031575_lg-33x50.jpg 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/american-scoundrel-9781668031575_lg.jpg 265w\" alt=\"\" width=\"199\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"136920\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/?attachment_id=136920\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/american-scoundrel-9781668031575_lg.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"265,400\" 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=\"american-scoundrel-9781668031575_lg\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/american-scoundrel-9781668031575_lg.jpg\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe book\u2014written by Bird but co-authored with his wife, Susan Goldmark, whom he credits with doing a sizable amount of the research\u2014is a bounteous cornucopia of midcentury sleaze and uneasily addictive for just that reason. It\u2019s got Mafia hits and frame jobs and blackmail and bribery and election tampering. It\u2019s got forgery and insurance scams and perjury and espionage and sex trafficking and a\u00a0<em>lot<\/em>\u00a0of tax evasion. It makes\u00a0James Ellroy\u00a0novels look like\u00a0<em>Theo of Golden<\/em><em>\u00a0<\/em>by comparison<em>,<\/em>\u00a0and it makes for mesmerizing reading.<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBird argues that Cohn set the pattern for an angry, resentful, yet hypocritical populism to rise to power in the form of Donald Trump. Cohn, like McCarthy, saw himself as an enemy of the establishment that Bird usually chronicles, what one rich demagogue quoted in\u00a0<em>American Scoundrel<\/em>\u00a0reviled as \u2018the socially pedigreed, the culturally acceptable, the certified gentlemen and scholars of the day, dripping with college degrees.\u2019 Never mind that Cohn, like Trump, relished his wealth and rubbing shoulders with the famous and powerful. Both recast their\u00a0<em>riche v. nouveau riche\u00a0<\/em>battles as a crusade on behalf of the working class, and many people, astonishingly, have fallen for it.<\/p>\n<div>\n<p>\u2018His values, his unethical behavior, and his political mindset have survived and replaced the values of the establishment he so resented,\u2019 Bird writes of Cohn. \u2018Certainly, he gave us the narcissistic politics of Donald Trump.\u2019 As ugly and lurid as this saga is,\u00a0<em>American Scoundrel<\/em>\u00a0is consistently riveting, full of astonishing twists, ballsy plots, and eleventh-hour escapes from justice, like the legal version of the exploits of some Old West outlaw who is forever eluding the sheriffs by the skin of his teeth. It\u2019s hard not to be impressed as well as horrified. Americans have long harbored a sneaking admiration for people who buck the system, who get to make their own rules instead of having rules imposed on them. It makes for a great story. Until, that is, we finally recognize that the real enemy and the ultimate loser in this scenario isn\u2019t the system, but\u00a0ourselves.\u201d<\/p>\n<div>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Laura Miller on Kai Bird\u2019s\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781668031575\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em><strong>American Scoundrel: Roy Cohn\u2019s Dark Journey from Joe McCarthy to Donald Trump<\/strong><\/em><\/a>\u00a0(<a href=\"https:\/\/slate.com\/culture\/2026\/08\/roy-cohn-donald-trump-book-mccarthy-gay-aids-rosenberg-kai-bird-american-scoundrel.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Slate<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-136940 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/The-Bridge-214x300.jpg\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 214px) 100vw, 214px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/The-Bridge-214x300.jpg 214w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/The-Bridge-36x50.jpg 36w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/The-Bridge.jpg 285w\" alt=\"\" width=\"214\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"136940\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/?attachment_id=136940\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/The-Bridge.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"285,400\" 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 Bridge\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/09\/The-Bridge.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\u201cT\u00f3ib\u00edn\u2019s relationship with Catalonia now spans five decades. His first novel\u00a0was set in Barcelona; his latest collection,\u00a0<em>The News from Dublin<\/em>, includes several fine Spanish stories. He spends part of each year in the mountains near Llavors\u00ed, and in writing about Miquel he is thinking his way into lives that have unfolded in that long known yet hardly knowable place. The germ of Miquel\u2019s story came in a particular glimpse of local history. T\u00f3ib\u00edn was told that a ruined building was all that remained of the house where a woman once grew desperate enough to walk away from her family. It was said that the snow came; it was said to be a terrible tale.\u00a0<em>A Long Winter<\/em>\u00a0and\u00a0<em>The Bridge<\/em>\u00a0have grown from that beginning.<\/p>\n<p>T\u00f3ib\u00edn responds powerfully to the qualities of exactitude and seriousness he finds in Catalan writing, in the work of Merc\u00e8 Rodereda for instance, and these are very much qualities of\u00a0<em>The Bridge<\/em>. We know that Miquel feels deeply, but\u00a0nothing in his life has licensed or\u00a0recommended the articulation of personal emotion. T\u00f3ib\u00edn practises a\u00a0sustained reticence, even as fate strikes so cruelly as to give this story an absurdist edge.<\/p>\n<p>Readers of\u00a0<em>Brooklyn<\/em>\u00a0and its follow-up\u00a0<em>Long Island\u00a0<\/em>will know that T\u00f3ib\u00edn has careful ways of handling a sequel: those novels are both richly complete in themselves while opening depths in each other.\u00a0<em>The Bridge<\/em>, too, works alone or as part of a pair. To read\u00a0<em>A Long Winter<\/em>\u00a0afterwards, meeting the past that crouches in the shadows of the\u00a0later story, would be as absorbing as\u00a0to read chronologically. A further instalment seems possible. Any change would be welcome to lift Miquel from stultifying conditions, though it\u2019s unlikely to offer much relief.<\/p>\n<p>This is the kind of small volume temptingly piled by the checkouts at Christmas. I wouldn\u2019t recommend it as a stocking-filler; the stocking would fall to the floor with the weight of sorrow. But this is a memorable short work in which T\u00f3ib\u00edn\u2019s unsentimental prose is flawlessly matched to the austere worlds of people enduring, in their different ways, lives stripped back to the bone.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Alexandra Harris on Colm T\u00f3ib\u00edn\u2019s\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781668264041\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><strong><em>The Bridge<\/em><\/strong><\/a>\u00a0(<a href=\"https:\/\/www.theguardian.com\/books\/2026\/sep\/02\/the-bridge-by-colm-toibin-review-betrayal-and-survival-in-the-high-pyrenees\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Guardian<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Our bevy of brilliant reviews this week includes Dwight Garner on Marlon James\u2019s The Disappearers, Kate Tuttle on John Dos Passos\u2019s U.S.A.\u00a0trilogy, Parul Sehgal on Rachel Cusk\u2019s\u00a0The Life of M, Laura Miller on Kai Bird\u2019s\u00a0American Scoundrel, and Alexandra Harris on<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":873,"featured_media":276535,"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":[36298,15654,13821],"class_list":["post-276532","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-craftandcriticism","category-features","category-literary-criticism","category-readinglists","tag-5-book-reviews-you-need-to-read-this-week","tag-book-marks","tag-book-reviews"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-19Wc","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/disappearers-1.jpg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276532","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=276532"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276532\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/276535"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=276532"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=276532"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=276532"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":276574,"date":"2026-09-03T05:09:30","date_gmt":"2026-09-03T09:09:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=276574"},"modified":"2026-09-02T15:33:16","modified_gmt":"2026-09-02T19:33:16","slug":"heres-what-to-read-once-you-get-through-weird-girl-lit-101","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/heres-what-to-read-once-you-get-through-weird-girl-lit-101\/","title":{"rendered":"Here\u2019s What to Read Once You Get Through Weird Girl Lit 101"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Weird girl lit is having a moment. From TikTok videos to front tables at indie bookshops and in countless newsletters, a group of seemingly ubiquitous novels are being grouped together like ingredients for a distinctive personality type. The weird girl novel is narrated by a young woman who is kind of losing it. She\u2019s self-destructive, but she often has a sense of humor about it. She tends to cultivate obsessions, with people or with ideas, which may or may not involve an element of the surreal. She\u2019s an unpredictable, unwieldy heroine, or anti-heroine, as the case may be, and we are the mess-lovers who can\u2019t wait to see what kind of trouble she\u2019ll get into next.<\/p>\n<p>As a reformed weird girl, I\u2019m here to tell you that the category designation may be new, but books for and about weird girls have existed for a long time. We love Ottessa Moshfegh, but she didn\u2019t invent weird girls, nor did Mona Awad. Nor, for that matter, did Sylvia Plath or any of the Bronte sisters. Below you\u2019ll find a list, by no means comprehensive, of some of the titles that I recommend once you\u2019ve conquered Weird Girls 101 and are ready to advance to the next level.<\/p>\n<p>And remember, sometimes weird girls grow up to be weird grown-ass ladies, and they\u2019re fun to read about, too.<\/p>\n<p><strong><em><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780316264334\">Post-Traumatic<\/a><\/em> by Chantal V. Johnson<\/strong><br \/>\nI\u2019m putting this 2022 debut up at the top of the list because I don\u2019t know why it\u2019s not included on every current \u201cweird girl\u201d book list. Johnson\u2019s self-deprecating main character, Vivian, deals with a heavy family drama and an intense day job (she\u2019s a lawyer at a psychiatric hospital) and then makes jokes about them, which is one of many fun coping mechanisms she employs. But she\u2019s trying!<\/p>\n<p><strong><em><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780802127624\">Blood and Guts in High School<\/a><\/em> by Kathy Acker<\/strong><br \/>\nThis surreal 1984 novel about a girl named Janey might be a little too gross or difficult to follow until you allow yourself to give in to Kathy Acker\u2019s hectic style of prose and simply let its brutality wash over you. Go along with Janey as she runs away from home, moves to New York and joins a gang, gets sold into prostitution, and then escapes and, of course, has a tumultuous affair with French novelist Jean Genet.<\/p>\n<p><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9781590173633\"><em>After Claude<\/em><\/a> by Iris Owens<\/strong><br \/>\nHarriet\u2019s boyfriend Claude breaks up with her at the beginning of this 1973 novel, but she refuses to move on until the final pages. The middle contains Harriet\u2019s glorious stint as a crazy ex-girlfriend who only wishes she could escape her own head \u201cThere are times when I\u2019d rather converse with a crazed mugger than reason with myself. Anyway, what good are questions when you can\u2019t use the answers?\u201d<\/p>\n<p><strong><em><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/p\/books\/problems-jade-sharma\/39426e89964e1216?ean=9781566894425&amp;bkshp-astro=t\">Problems<\/a><\/em> by Jade Sharma<\/strong><br \/>\nIt\u2019s a true feat that Maya, the heroine of Jade Sharma\u2019s 2016 debut novel, is a heroin addict and all-around fuckup who happens to be a delight to spend time with.<i> Problems <\/i>was the first novel published by <a href=\"https:\/\/coffeehousepress.org\/collections\/emily-books?srsltid=AfmBOoqfWRCYj-hB3oYZGOc0sc7xRMiZwxK75fC2X6pO5P6NnulL3bMM\">Emily Books<\/a> (Emily Gould and Ruth Curry\u2019s feminist imprint that I still think about all the time) when it was an imprint of indie Coffee House Press, and the entire project captured the spirit of what weird girl novels are all about.<\/p>\n<p><strong><em><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780593731826\">The Princess of 72nd Street<\/a><\/em> by Elaine Kraf<\/strong><br \/>\nWhat does it mean to live a good life when you can\u2019t always tell the difference between reality and delusion? Elaine Kraf\u2019s 1979 novel follows a woman named Ellen who lives on the Upper West Side and who calls herself Princess Esmeralda when the whole world turns colorful when she\u2019s in the middle of a manic episode. You might expect such out of control moments to read as scary and sad, but Ellen finds so much beauty\u2014and agency\u2014in them that the book can\u2019t help but be weirdly hopeful.<\/p>\n<p><strong><em><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9781250420039\">Fish Tales<\/a><\/em> by Nettie Jones<\/strong><br \/>\nThis 1984 novel, edited by none other than Toni Morrison, is a raunchy non-stop party, until it\u2019s not. <i>Fish Tales<\/i> is the story of Lewis Jones, a married New York City woman caught up in the bohemian lifestyle. She enjoys sex parties and drugs and just about every other hedonistic pleasure the city has to offer, but she\u2019s driven to re-evaluate her priorities when she falls in love with a man who makes her question everything.<\/p>\n<p><strong><em><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9798896230281\">Lives of the Saints<\/a><\/em> by Nancy Lemann<\/strong><br \/>\nEveryone in recent college grad Louise Brown\u2019s life is having a full-on nervous breakdown. In this 1985 novel, recently reissued by NYRB, Louise has returned to the splendor and decay of New Orleans, where one drunken yet charming Southern gentleman in particular catches her eye. The novel is peppered with funny little insights often followed by a revelation that lands like a punch to the gut.<\/p>\n<p><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780143125570\"><em>My Education<\/em><\/a> by Susan Choi<\/strong><br \/>\nMy favorite Susan Choi novel follows the romantic adventures of Regina Gottlieb, a dumbass grad student who gets involved with a professor. And then she gets involved with the professor\u2019s wife. And then all hell breaks loose. In these pages Regina makes an ass of herself more than once, has lots of hot sex, and learns a lot\u2014maybe too much\u2014about how the world works.<\/p>\n<p><strong><em><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780307743763\">The Woman Upstairs<\/a><\/em> by Claire Messud<\/strong> and <strong><em><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780312421991\">What Was She Thinking?<\/a><\/em> by Zoe Heller<\/strong><br \/>\nWhat happens when weird girls grow up? In the case of these two novels, she becomes a little too invested in the lives of other, more exciting people. And then she demands that you look directly at her in all of her splendid ugliness.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Weird girl lit is having a moment. From TikTok videos to front tables at indie bookshops and in countless newsletters, a group of seemingly ubiquitous novels are being grouped together like ingredients for a distinctive personality type. The weird girl<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4408,"featured_media":276581,"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],"tags":[112137,31235,77161,1861,96736,102070,39037,7496,441,109923,20962,71435,109461,102069,77162,17579,1284,96735,28678,112138,112136,17317],"class_list":["post-276574","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-craftandcriticism","category-features","category-literary-criticism","tag-after-claude","tag-blood-and-guts-in-high-school","tag-chantal-v-johnson","tag-claire-messud","tag-elaine-kraf","tag-fish-tales","tag-iris-owens","tag-jade-sharma","tag-kathy-acker","tag-lives-of-the-saints","tag-maris-kreizman","tag-my-education","tag-nancy-lemann","tag-nettie-jones","tag-post-traumatic","tag-problems","tag-susan-choi","tag-the-princess-of-72nd-street","tag-the-woman-upstairs","tag-weird-girl-lit","tag-what-was-she-thinking","tag-zoe-heller"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-19WS","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/09\/rest-and-relaxation.jpg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276574","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\/4408"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=276574"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276574\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/276581"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=276574"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=276574"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=276574"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":276152,"date":"2026-09-03T05:09:26","date_gmt":"2026-09-03T09:09:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=276152"},"modified":"2026-09-02T21:42:30","modified_gmt":"2026-09-03T01:42:30","slug":"landscapes-that-tell-stories-on-the-power-and-personality-of-trees","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/landscapes-that-tell-stories-on-the-power-and-personality-of-trees\/","title":{"rendered":"Landscapes That Tell Stories: On the Power and Personality of Trees"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Early last summer I happened to observe the huge landslide site in Oyarei, Shizuoka prefecture, known as Oya-kuzure. I was shocked to see its effects. When I found out that the Abe river, whose source flows from the collapsed area, is also a dangerous river to contend with, I felt an indescribable desolation and sorrow for this ill-fated landscape.<\/p>\n<p>This marked a turning point for me: my curiosity turned towards landslides and destruction, and, gradually, I began to journey to places such as the Osawa-kuzure landslide at Mount Fuji and the collapse scar of Mount Nantai. From these few examples alone, it became abundantly clear to me that the sites of landslides can vary immensely in both atmosphere and appearance. Some are still in mid-flow, raging and scattering earth, some are older and look as though they have started to settle down, while others seem just to be taking a short break. Some are brimming with a sense of terror, some exude grief, while others appear to be in a violent fury.<\/p>\n<p>I think what ties them all together, though, is sadness. The rocks that each landslide throws out fall down the steep diagonal slopes and, by some kind of uncanny natural balance, end up piled on top of one another in multiple layers. When I stood right underneath their perilous resting places and\u2014though trembling with fear\u2014gathered my courage and looked upwards and around, I sensed that these stacks of rocks were steeped in an unfathomable sadness, as vast as themselves. Quiet and desolate though this scene was, I believe tragedy was truly at its heart.<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">I sensed that these stacks of rocks were steeped in an unfathomable sadness, as vast as themselves.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m not sure exactly when, but, as I observed these mournful scenes, I was surprised to find that somewhere along the way my understanding of trees had changed considerably. It has only been a few years since I first started walking through the woods, hoping that as I encountered different trees I would be able to draw inspiration from them. I had been lucky enough to receive support and guidance from experts each time, and so in a few short years I had been afforded the chance to spend considerable time wandering the forests feeling moved by all sorts of wonderful trees: from the spectacle of the Ezo spruces in Hokkaido, to the theatrics of the hinoki cypresses in Kiso, and the majesty of the sugi in Yakushima. These were journeys that both cleansed my soul and offered it a new kind of nourishment. Trees had become for me a form of medicine, or delicious food.<\/p>\n<p>Then, at some point, while my attention was drawn towards landslides and raging rivers, I realized that my perception of trees and forests had begun to shift. I had started thinking of them as something anxiety-inducing, daubed with sorrow. It\u2019s not as though the lines of tall, straight sugi trees had altered, or that the single outstretched branch of a camphor tree was different now than it had been when I looked at it before. The sunny days had not gone away, and neither had the blowing of the wind. But, somehow, whichever tree I looked at, I felt a sort of gloominess deep within me. My mind was overtaken with thoughts such as, What if this slope were to collapse, or these riverbanks crumble and wash away? If there was a landslide here, I feared that those beautiful trees would come down in one fell swoop. Supposing the river was to flood, the pines and willows along its banks would be uprooted and carried away in a matter of moments. I had been led by my new interest in landslides and rivers towards a concern for the life of the vegetation around them.<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>Days passed, and before I knew it, it was the end of August. I had wanted to make four visits to Oya-kuzure during the summer, but the heat had taken its toll on me and I struggled to embark on my plan. By the time I had recovered my strength, it was the tail end of summer. No matter if your interest is in ways of life, food or kimono, you can only really begin to understand something once you have studied it through all four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. This is even truer of natural features such as mountains and rivers, which change far more often than seasonally, shifting their forms from morning to evening, in sunshine and in rain. If you claim to know these landscapes at all, you must really observe them at least four times in each of the four seasons. Summer was already on its way out by late August, and a fine rain was falling, but I braced myself and set out.<\/p>\n<p>I took a path following the river upstream, and, as I left the town, I saw shining ears of susuki grass and the purple flowers of native asters dotted around, as well as the wretched fading green of the broadleaf trees. The grass had arrived in autumn, while the trees continued to bask in the remains of summer. The rain cast a thin veil over the mountains and rivers, and mists rose up around the valleys with the passing time. It looked completely different than when I had last visited. The Abe river is a wide expanse, filled more with pebbles than flowing water. On sunny days these stones appear dried out, white and grainy, while the thin trickle of water passing through makes up a mere fraction of the river\u2019s width. On rainy days like this one, however, the stones glisten, the water swells and the speed of the current stands out. Meanwhile, the mountain valleys pour their thread-like streams of white water onto the bare earth surfaced by smaller landslides in recent years, leaving it dripping and fresh.<\/p>\n<p>When I reached Oya, the slope affected by the landslide was completely shrouded in mist. I couldn\u2019t see a thing. The air was cold enough to turn the tips of my fingers red, but it looked as though the mist was moving quickly and there would likely be a break in it, and so I waited, legs trembling, for the sky to clear.<\/p>\n<p>The mist began to dissipate from the mountainside, and I was surprised to find, as it grew sunnier, that the slope with the landslide looked considerably smaller than before. Surely it couldn\u2019t be that, in just these few short months, the mountain had crumbled so much that it had actually become smaller. In which case\u2014had my eyes been playing tricks on me last time? There was an unimaginable difference in scale between the scene I saw then and the one before me now. I felt a sense of foreboding rise within me for a moment, wondering whether the mountain might somehow be bewitching me. Whichever way I looked at it, the collapsed area seemed to have shrunk. I was forced to question my own memories and the eyes I had seen with the last time, but still my doubts remained. Mists crowded up again as I was lost in these thoughts, and the shapes of the mountain ridges and rubble were gradually hidden beneath boundless thin, white clouds, until the only thing that I could be sure of was that the sheets of rain hitting my umbrella had grown heavier. Crafty devils, these landslides, I thought.<\/p>\n<p>You could argue that it was not the landslide which was acting strangely, but rather the trees. When I visited at the beginning of summer there had been a number of trees on one patch of the mountainside, as there were this time, but their branches had still been naked; from far away they had looked indistinct, and had not obscured the area of collapsed ground. This second time, however, these same branches were adorned with leaves, and seemed to be rising up on the mountainside. Is it trees, then, which deceive us, making an area of the mountain look smaller than it is? Or is there something sorcerous about the color green? Again, I felt as though I had glimpsed a new side to trees, one I had never seen before. They are modest beings, who don\u2019t walk or even talk, but there is more to them than the simple ease of their companionship; they can also hide stretches of earth and play tricks with their size. I imagine most living things have secrets or unknown sides to them. It felt as though, quite by chance, I had caught a glimpse of the games trees play. This is why I think that observing living things throughout the changing seasons, at the very least four times a year, should be considered the bare minimum for understanding them. I was glad that, though I had come belatedly at the end of August, I was still in time to see the summer leaves on the trees. If I had left it until after the leaves had fallen, I would never have noticed this relationship between the trees and the earth they stand on.<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">Even if I had seen the koyo without this context, I\u2019m sure I would still have been foolishly excited. Perhaps trees possess a seductive kind of power.<\/p>\n<p>As I pondered this thought while starting on my way home, I caught sight of some oleasters and willows growing densely on a sandbar of the river. They had been here when I last came, too, their trunks at that time thick and rounded, but the willows had since grown thin and slight, and started to drop their yellowing leaves. Nobody would plant seeds or seedlings somewhere like this, so I am sure these trees (which, from their height, looked maybe four or five years old) must have germinated naturally. This would suggest that this sandbank has been established for at least four or five years, and thus it has been at least that long since the river ran wide enough to shift the sand or destroy the bank. Oleanders and willows are brave souls, with pioneering spirits. They move faster than other kinds of plants, rapidly dropping their roots into the gaps between rocks on the sandy riverbed and then, with an indomitable force, growing rampantly in this nutrient-deficient environment. Once they have succeeded in establishing themselves, however, other kinds of trees spread out their roots and assert their strength while their predecessors go to ruin and disappear; the trailblazers\u2019 glory becomes fertilizer for the next generation. I marveled at the poignancy of these pale yellow leaves in the drizzle, and the elegance of their slender frames standing against the banks of this desolate, rock-strewn river.<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>That October, I took a trip to Toyama prefecture, following the Joganji river upstream. The Joganji, whose source lies at the site of the great collapse of Mount Tombiyama, is so fiercely uncontrollable that it is sometimes known as a mecca for counter-erosion efforts. The collapsed mountain and this wild river share a twisted kind of fate. I would never have managed to follow the Joganji upstream by myself, so I enlisted the help of the Erosion Control Department of the Tateyama Ministry of Construction to embark on a four-day trip. On one of those nights, I stayed upstream of the river at the construction base, in a state-of-the-art o\u203ace on the only substantial area of level ground by the riverside, which was also the last stop for a diesel train.<\/p>\n<p>In front of it stood an incredibly steep cliff. White rapids crashed down against the rocks\u2014falling, needless to say, quite some distance\u2014and still more cliffs towered steeply behind me, slender straight waterfalls coursing down them. The precipice I looked out towards must surely have stood there for a long time; one of its faces was now bedecked in a colorful brocade of koyo autumn leaves. The only trees to have taken root were those able to survive in high altitudes and cold climates, and so, in among the red, yellow, brown and orange leaves, there were a good proportion of deep-green conifer needles. There were all sorts of different species, but none had grown tall; they took miniature, bonsai-like forms instead, with the beauty of their changing leaves ornamenting the grim conditions of the cliff below. It was an achingly beautiful scene.<\/p>\n<p>The next day, it was raining. The autumn leaves on the cliff looked all the more vibrant when wet, and what had been a single waterfall the day before became several separate strands of white thread. Without thinking, I murmured something about the wonderousness of the rainy scene. &#8220;You can\u2019t say that,&#8221; the construction chief replied with a gentle laugh, explaining that all of this rain\u2014the water that lands on the cliff, the countless droplets that run into waterfalls and the liquid that seeps into the earth\u2014goes on to gather underneath the flat ground where the o\u203ace is standing. He explained that even this tiny area of level ground had accumulated from sediment from the old collapse, and that if a large amount of water were to flow beneath this weak foundation, it is not impossible that it, too, would give way. &#8220;I s\u2019pose I can\u2019t deny it looks nice,&#8221; he said, &#8220;but those of us who work here can\u2019t really say that&#8230;&#8221; and then, amused, reassured me that it wasn\u2019t going to give way right then and there. Nevertheless, there was a seriousness to his words: this smooth patch of earth had apparently been about three times its current size until a few years ago, and two tennis courts had even been installed as recreation for the workers, until it had all eroded away quite suddenly after some thawing snow or heavy rain. Huge amounts of sediment had fallen into the river, and the whole area was now washed away without a trace. Knowing that the ground at my feet could crumble and disappear in an instant, the valley beneath me looked even more terrifyingly far down. But when I looked back towards the cliff, its red autumn display still struck me as truly mesmerizing.<\/p>\n<p>Red leaves are particularly enthralling in dangerous places. I noticed this all the more keenly because I was accompanied by someone well versed in the danger there, who shared the information with me; but even if I had seen the koyo without this context, I\u2019m sure I would still have been foolishly excited. Perhaps trees possess a seductive kind of power.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">____________________________<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"276153\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/landscapes-that-tell-stories-on-the-power-and-personality-of-trees\/trees-9\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/trees.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"350,525\" 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=\"trees\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/trees.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-276153\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/trees-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/trees-200x300.jpg 200w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/trees-40x60.jpg 40w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/trees-33x50.jpg 33w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/trees.jpg 350w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Excerpted from <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780063443464\">Tree: My Encounters with Trees<\/a><em> by Aya K\u014dda, translated by Charlotte Goff. Reprinted with permission from HarperOne, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers. Copyright \u00a9 2026.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Early last summer I happened to observe the huge landslide site in Oyarei, Shizuoka prefecture, known as Oya-kuzure. I was shocked to see its effects. 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Donleavy, called <i>Guts<\/i> by his closest friends for his fighting spirit, refused rejection. The kid from the Bronx who knew how to box and eventually became famous as the author of <i>The Ginger Man<\/i>, is revealed in all his complexity, doubts, defiance and iconic humor in newly published letters.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIf it [<i>The Ginger Man<\/i>] gets published at all will not make money, that\u2019s a certainty. The publishing game here is also a little rough. There will be no sky-pie as expected. Any money I make will be on painting,\u201d he wrote Gainor Crist, his unlikey muse.<\/p>\n<p><i>The Ginger Man Letters: Correspondence by J.P. Donleavy, Gainor Crist and A.K. Donoghue,<\/i>\u00a0has just been published in the U.S. by Dalkey Archive Press, after its initial Irish publication by The Lilliput Press. Crist and Donoghue were Donleavy\u2019s pals at Trinity College Dublin in the late 1940s, models in part for <i>The Ginger Man<\/i> characters Sebastian Dangerfield and Kenneth O\u2019Keefe. The three were U.S. military veterans who wound up at Trinity on the G.I. Bill of Rights after World War II. James Patrick Donleavy, 20, and Gainor Steven Crist, a feckless charmer from Dayton, Ohio, were out of the Navy. Arthur Kenneth Donoghue, brilliant, blunt, funny but neurotic from Massachusetts, was an Army veteran, drafted out of Harvard despite having only one good eye, having lost the other in a childhood accident. They and other veterans were colorful characters, catching up on lost years in Dublin\u2019s pubs and after-hours hangouts like the Catacombs. They were joined by veterans of a different sort, Brendan Behan and Tony McInerney, out of the IRA.<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">Back at the Wicklow cottage in Kilcoole where he lived with his young British wife Valerie, Donleavy began writing the story that became <i>The Ginger Man<\/i>, a fictional re-creation of brawling, balling, bohemian Dublin.<\/p>\n<p>Numerous comments in these letters wound up coming out of the mouths of Dangerfield and O\u2019Keefe. Crist, a non-believer, jokingly venerated Blessed Oliver Plunkett, closing a 1953 letter to Donleavy: \u201cMay B.O.P. intercede for us all.\u201d In <i>The Ginger Man<\/i>, Dangerfield repeatedly beseeches Blessed Oliver to get him out of jams. A lackadaisical law student, Crist observed \u201cpeople are always torting one another and thereby come quids into my purse.\u201d And Dangerfield would fantasize he\u2019s Sebastian Bullion Dangerfield, chairman of Quids Inc.<\/p>\n<p>A casual student himself, a smiling Donleavy is seen in a revealing photo, books in hand, outside Davy Byrnes pub. To study? He focused instead on painting and writing. In just two years, he had four exhibitions \u2013 sales so-so, reviews mixed, some hostile. Donleavy tried a London gallery \u2013 his art was praised but rejected because he wasn\u2019t famous. \u201cShaking my fist, I announced to the street that, goddamnit, seeing as I was contemplating it anyway, I would write a book that no one could stop and would make my name known in every nook and cranny all over the world,\u201d Donleavy recalled.<\/p>\n<p>Back at the Wicklow cottage in Kilcoole where he lived with his young British wife Valerie, Donleavy began writing the story that became <i>The Ginger Man<\/i>, a fictional re-creation of brawling, balling, bohemian Dublin. The novel focuses on the antics and escapes of Sebastian Dangerfield, who pursues fun times, ignoring his studies and his family. He keeps sailing dreamboats on rough seas of reality without sinking.<\/p>\n<p>Two-hundred-twenty letters tell the true story behind the fiction: influences on Donleavy and his novel, its problematic publication, the author\u2019s battles, the time and place the threesome shared and what came later. They had nicknames for each other. Donleavy was Guts, recognition of his fighting spirit and boxing skills honed at the New York Athletic Club. Donoghue was General, promoted from his Army rank of private and Doctor, another promotion for attending medical school after Trinity, without finishing. Crist, usually Gainor or GSC, sometimes signed himself S.D. Here follow excerpts from their letters.<\/p>\n<p>An undated Crist postcard to Donleavy without salutation reads like a passage in <i>The Ginger Man<\/i>:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">\u201cThings here really FUBAR; but will be glad to see you and hear yr detached opinions. As yet no mon nor lovely soft tweed suiting. But these will come! That\u2019s an Article of Faith. For a time my stock rose. I imposed a rule that all scoffers and doubting Toms would be excluded from the ultimate benefits. This led many to encourage me and for a few golden days we were secure in our faith that all would be well. Now there is a schismatic group, called the Mazoos (from Missouri) who say that seeing is, etc. Furthermore, a completely antagonistic sect says that there is nothing there at all \u2013 no sky-pie, just a solar myth, a fantastic bit of chanciness, etc. Let me tell you Deanlay, I\u2019ll remember my friends. And I\u2019ll not forget the others, either. The mockers, the iconoclasts, the appostates. \u2026 I still can see what it could be and I\u2019ll have it. Oh, I\u2019m struggling, guts, each day. \u2026 We\u2019ll see each other right over a pint of bitter beer. S.D.<\/p>\n<p>Donleavy returned to America in early 1952, submitting his novel, <i>S.D.<\/i>, as it was initially titled, to John Hall Wheelock at Scribner\u2019s. The writer reported the results to Donoghue:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">\u201cWheelock wrote me a letter in which he said that he was sure I must know that I was possessed of an extremely vigorous and fresh writing talent but that S.D. presents the reader with a concentration upon certain aspects of life, unrelieved by contrast and that such a book for all its talents would be unpublishable. \u2026<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">\u201cWheelock told me that S.D. was an extremely exciting book, an uproariously funny book and that as a writer there was no question as to my exceptional talent. He said that it was not only his opinion but that the three other editors on the staff had read S.D. and all agreed that I would arrive on top of the literary pile- one of them had gone so far as to say it was one of the finest pieces of writing they had ever read.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Over two and a half years, Donleavy collected some 30 rejections. Publishers censored themselves, fearing prosecution for publishing obscenity or controversial material. \u201cDon\u2019t give up,\u201d wrote Donoghue. \u201cBeen reading some new books they all stink. S.D. a better book.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">He maintained <i>The Ginger Man<\/i>, a serious work of fiction, was being misrepresented, damaging the book and its prospects and his reputation as a serious writer.<\/p>\n<p>Donleavy and family returned to Europe in 1953, settling in London\u2019s Fulham district. One day in 1954, Behan showed up unexpectedly. He and Donleavy embarked on a pub crawl, which would change Donleavy\u2019s life. Over their last pints, Behan said: \u201cI know who will publish your book for you in Paris.\u201d He identified someone to put Donleavy in touch with Maurice Girodias, publisher of The Olympia Press. After discovering Olympia published serious writers like Samuel Beckett in its Collection Merlin, Donleavy wrote Girodias, then sent the manuscript and was excited when the publisher accepted it, but wanted a different title. Donleavy proposed <i>His Hands Refuse to Labor<\/i>. Girodias rejected that. Donleavy then offered <i>The Ginger Man<\/i>, which Girodias liked.<\/p>\n<p>Donoghue wrote from Boston, \u201cThat is a very symbolic title. &#8230; Run run as fast as you can You can\u2019t catch me I\u2019m the Ginger(bread) Man.\u201d The ginger-haired Crist himself occasionally sang the first verse of the Scottish children\u2019s rhyme. Donoghue anticipates problems ahead: \u201cWhen do the printed copies start being smuggled into the States for surely as a great work of art it will be banned.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Girodias published <i>The Ginger Man<\/i> June 1955, but not in the Collection Merlin. Instead it appeared in the green wrappers of The Olympia Press as no. 7 in a new collection, The Traveller\u2019s Companion Series. On a back page appeared a list of 15 titles in the series. With the exception of <i>The Ginger Man<\/i>, all other titles were formulaic pornography by authors hiding behind pen names. A furious Donleavy protested, demanding his book\u2019s removal from the list. He maintained <i>The Ginger Man<\/i>, a serious work of fiction, was being misrepresented, damaging the book and its prospects and his reputation as a serious writer. Girodias brushed him off. In a July letter to Crist, Donleavy wrote:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">\u201cOlympia Press says that obviously I am a very difficult person- easily given to ignoring the problems of others and also given to violent outbursts of self pity- this in reply to a letter of mine forbidding them to send this edition to England with it included among list which for your enjoyment- is as follows- THE ENORMOUS BED: RAPE: SCHOOL FOR SIN: TENDER WAS MY FLESH: THE WHIP ANGELS: MY LIFE AND LOVES (FRANK HARRIS): CHARIOT OF FLESH: and one last that I must admit to being proud to have listed with Ginger Man- THE SEXUAL LIFE OF ROBINSON CRUSOE. Also one more title: WHITE THIGHS. An author I should suppose is a frustrated bank clerk who wants to be respectable- but of course this whole business is unfortunate-merely because book deserves something more than this. \u2026 \u201d<\/p>\n<p><i>The Ginger Man<\/i> wound up being banned in Australia, Ireland and supposedly open-minded France. U.K. and U.S. customs and postal agents were seizing copies, but some got through.<\/p>\n<p>Donleavy went to Paris in late 1955 to resolve matters with Girodias. Crist came to Paris too, by train from Madrid. It would be the last time the old friends saw one another. As for the meetings between Donleavy and Girodias, that resolved nothing, as Donleavy reported to Donoghue:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">\u201cAm back from Paris. Crist was there towards the end after money to go on to Spain. Evidently to threaten publisher for some obscure reason- mostly because he feels I owe him something or else he ought to put me down. &#8230;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">\u201cGirodias is a most extraordinary man- a hater of his father- who was also a publisher- a man who wants to make lots of money- he evidently thought very highly of book but had trouble with home office and customs here and found he could no longer send book to England and so had to try to sell it off as pornography together with my reputation, future and everything else. He intends to do nothing about selling book and is indifferent to what happens to it. But as I said- it will do in spite of him or anybody- but will take a few years longer. &#8230; \u201d<\/p>\n<p>The search was on for mainstream publishers in the U.K. and U.S. to publish <i>The Ginger Man<\/i> anew. Neville Spearman Ltd., a mainstream British house, agreed to publish <i>The Ginger Man<\/i> with trims to get the book past British censors and into book shops. Donleavy agreed to tone down profanity, cut references to homosexuality, the practice then a crime in England, and eliminate Chapter 10, in which Dangerfield, rushing from a lavatory to catch a train, forgets to button his flies and winds up exposing himself to his fellow passengers.<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">And after 21 years, he finally prevailed in his legendary legal battle when Girodias\u2019 last appeal was rejected.<\/p>\n<p>Queen\u2019s Counsel issued an opinion clearing the way for Spearman to publish. Copyright for the work \u2013 thus control over how and where it could be published \u2013 had not been properly assigned to Girodias under British law. \u201cAn exchange of letters was not enough; copyright could only be assigned by the author to someone else by completing an official form and signing it,\u201d reports Girodias biographer John de St Jorre.<\/p>\n<p>Spearman published <i>The Ginger Man<\/i> December 17, 1956 in a hardcover edition, with a laudatory introduction by Irish scholar and author Arland Ussher: \u201cA book of quality \u2026 if it startles, that is incidental.\u201d Spearman ran ads. U.K. bookshops stocked and displayed <i>The Ginger Man. <\/i>Reviews \u2013 generally favorable \u2013 appeared in major publications. Spearman reprinted the novel numerous times.<\/p>\n<p>Girodias responded June 21, 1957 to Queen\u2019s Counsel by suing Donleavy for breach of contract. Donleavy counter-sued. Olympia continued publishing the novel. Donleavy through Spearman authorized foreign editions of <i>The Ginger Man<\/i>, including McDowell, Obolensky\u2019s first U.S. edition in 1958. As censorship laws eased, Donleavy authorized unexpurgated editions. And after 21 years, he finally prevailed in his legendary legal battle when Girodias\u2019 last appeal was rejected. Donleavy wound up owning The Olympia Press. \u201cI hope you made a lot of dough out of it, put your enemies down, cheered up your friends and confirmed you in your theses that the writer is a fighter,\u201d wrote Donoghue. Donleavy did, indeed. <i>The Ginger Man<\/i> has never been out of print in English. It\u2019s been translated into two dozen languages. Worldwide sales are upwards of 50 million copies.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><b>__________________________________<\/b><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"276291\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/nobody-thought-the-ginger-man-would-sell-a-single-copy\/the-ginger-man-letters\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-ginger-man-letters.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"600,928\" 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;1&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"the ginger man letters\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-ginger-man-letters.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-276291 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-ginger-man-letters-194x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"194\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-ginger-man-letters-194x300.jpg 194w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-ginger-man-letters-39x60.jpg 39w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-ginger-man-letters-32x50.jpg 32w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-ginger-man-letters.jpg 600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 194px) 100vw, 194px\" \/><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>From <\/i><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/p\/books\/the-ginger-man-letters-bill-dunn\/3a0ca5afa9f01d75?ean=9781628976410&amp;bkshp-astro=t\">The Ginger Man Letters: Correspondence by J.P. Donleavy, Gainor Crist &amp; A.K. Donoghue<\/a><em>.<\/em> <i>Used with the permission of the publisher, Dalkey Archive Press. Copyright \u00a9 2026 by Bill Dunn<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>J.P. Donleavy, called Guts by his closest friends for his fighting spirit, refused rejection. The kid from the Bronx who knew how to box and eventually became famous as the author of The Ginger Man, is revealed in all his<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4052,"featured_media":276294,"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":[43102,43071,43069,6,43070,43092],"tags":[112051,44031,25638,112050,3221,4026,16086,112049],"class_list":["post-276290","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-biography","category-craft-and-advice","category-craftandcriticism","category-features","category-literary-criticism","category-newsandculture","tag-a-k-donoghue","tag-bill-dunn","tag-dalkey-archive-press","tag-gainor-crist","tag-j-p-donleavy","tag-publishing","tag-rejection","tag-the-ginger-man-letters"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-19Si","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/ginger-man.png","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276290","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\/4052"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=276290"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276290\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/276294"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=276290"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=276290"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=276290"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":276169,"date":"2026-09-03T05:08:47","date_gmt":"2026-09-03T09:08:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=276169"},"modified":"2026-08-31T12:23:28","modified_gmt":"2026-08-31T16:23:28","slug":"inside-the-tumultuous-private-life-of-muhammad-ali-jinnah-founder-of-pakistan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/inside-the-tumultuous-private-life-of-muhammad-ali-jinnah-founder-of-pakistan\/","title":{"rendered":"Inside the Tumultuous Private Life of Muhammad Ali Jinnah, Founder of Pakistan"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When the Simon Commission met Jinnah in the lobby of the Western Hotel in February 1929, everything about him belied the fact that he would soon found the world\u2019s first Islamic republic: Pakistan. A reserved Gujarati barrister-turned politician who the <i>New York Times <\/i>described as &#8220;undoubtedly one of the best dressed men in the British Empire,&#8221; he drank whisky, ate pork and was renowned for chain-smoking cigarettes in his open-top limousine.<\/p>\n<p>The question of how this man evolved into the founder of Pakistan is one that has puzzled historians for close to a century, and that the Simon Commissioners themselves would reflect upon repeatedly in the years to come. Growing up in Hindu-majority Karachi, Jinnah had originally wanted to be a Shakespearean actor, but he proved unsuccessful and instead enrolled in a law degree, resolving never to fail at anything ever again. By the end of the Great War, he had become one of the best paid lawyers in the country, an elected member of the Viceroy\u2019s Imperial Legislative Council; the tallest leader in Muslim politics, and well on his way to becoming the most important Congress leader. With his meticulous attention to detail, Jinnah could navigate himself precisely where he needed to be, a trait that often made him seem aloof. But those who knew him well found him to be warm and exceptionally intelligent. &#8220;Never was there a nature whose outer qualities provided so complete an antithesis of its inner worth,&#8221; wrote Sarojini Naidu, the society hostess and nationalist poet who was a close friend of Jinnah. Jinnah, she believed, should be lauded as India\u2019s primary &#8220;ambassador of Hindu-Muslim unity,&#8221; even if his cold reserve meant you did &#8220;need a fur coat now and then.&#8221; She writes,<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">His accustomed reserve but masks, for those who know him, a na\u00efve and eager humanity, an intuition as quick and tender as a woman\u2019s, a humour gay and winning as a child\u2019s. Pre-eminently rational and practical&#8230;his worldly wisdom effectively disguise[s] a shy and splendid idealism which is the very essence of the man.<\/p>\n<p>Jinnah\u2019s rise had seemed unstoppable, but in 1918 he had scandalized Bombay high society by courting Ruttie Petit, the eighteen-year-old daughter of a Parsi baronet and one of the most &#8220;envied debutante[s] of her generation.&#8221; The patriarch of the family, Sir Dinshaw Petit, happened to be a vocal supporter of interfaith marriages, believing like many liberals at the time that they would be vital in gluing India into a single nation. When forty-two-year-old Jinnah had asked to marry his teenage daughter, however, Sir Dinshaw was horrified and banned the two from meeting. Jinnah and Ruttie continued their courtship, however, and Ruttie writes that Jinnah burned &#8220;storming passions into the very fibre of her being.&#8221; In his presence she appeared utterly radiant: &#8220;like a fairy,&#8221; wrote one observer, and two months after her birthday they eloped, with Ruttie converting to Islam the day before the wedding. &#8220;Jinnah has at last plucked the blue flower of his desire,&#8221; wrote Sarojini Naidu, who was closely following the scandal along with the rest of Bombay society.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">It was all very sudden and caused terrible agitation and anger among the Parsis: but I think though the child has made far greater sacrifices than she yet realises, Jinnah is worth it all\u2014he loves her: the one really genuine emotion of his reserved and self-centred nature and he will make her happy.<\/p>\n<p>Sarojini\u2019s optimism proved misplaced, however. Parsi society ostracized Ruttie, and her father summoned the couple to court, alleging that Jinnah had abducted her. Here Ruttie defiantly stood up and told the judge, &#8220;Mr Jinnah has not abducted me; in fact I have abducted him.&#8221; But in the aftermath she was excommunicated from her community, banned from all Parsi social occasions and told she could never return to her childhood home. Having once dreamed a modern India would be able to move past divisions of religion and caste, Jinnah became disillusioned. For Ruttie, meanwhile, it marked the start of a lonely new life. Her husband revealed himself to be a workaholic with an &#8220;aversion to holidays&#8221; and a tendency to forget her birthday. He spent most of his time campaigning for India\u2019s nationalist movement, and Ruttie ended up alone for months at a time. Jinnah did love her of course, but as his legal assistant recalled years later:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">They were poles apart&#8230;I remember her walking into Jinnah\u2019s chambers whilst we were in the midst of a conference, dressed in a manner which would be called fast even by modern standards, perch herself upon Jinnah\u2019s table, dangling her feet, and waiting for Jinnah to finish the conference&#8230;[Meanwhile] Jinnah carried on with his work as if she were not there at all.<\/p>\n<p>The rise of Mohandas Gandhi, who began to overshadow Jinnah as India\u2019s leading nationalist politician, only added further difficulties to the Jinnah\u2019s tumultuous marriage. Jinnah was horrified by the way Gandhi brought religion into politics and felt that under Gandhi\u2019s leadership the Congress Party was being transformed into &#8220;an instrument for the revival of Hinduism and for the establishment of Hindu Raj [rule].&#8221; He considered Gandhi a diaspora upstart from South Africa who had merely returned to India to cosplay as a sadhu and lecture everyone about how to &#8220;fix&#8221; Indian culture. But Gandhi\u2019s religious politics proved far more popular than Jinnah\u2019s own, and in December 1920 Jinnah was booed off stage for refusing to address Gandhi as the &#8220;Mahatma&#8221; or &#8220;Great Soul.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>In turn, Jinnah became increasingly convinced that Gandhi was a &#8220;fake and a demagogue,&#8221; and when Gandhi proposed a political boycott of British government institutions, he protested that such a move would only end up closing government schools and courts. He tried to rally nationalist leaders against Gandhi, but after months of despair, he finally announced that he was leaving the Congress altogether. &#8220;I will have nothing to do with this pseudo religious approach to politics,&#8221; Jinnah wearily announced. Outside of Congress, however, Jinnah\u2019s political career began to decline and his relationship with Ruttie deteriorated. Depressed and alone, Ruttie sought solace in Bombay\u2019s jazz clubs while Jinnah focused on building a political base in the Muslim League\u2014a rival political party to the Congress. But his growing emphasis on his Muslim identity only alienated Ruttie more, and one day, when she drove to meet him at the town hall, he screamed at her for packing ham sandwiches. &#8220;What have you done!&#8221; he exclaimed. &#8220;If my voters were to learn that I am going to eat ham sandwiches for lunch, do you think I have a ghost of a chance of being elected?&#8221; Ruttie distanced herself from her husband after that, and instead started experimenting with drugs and spirit communication, leading friends to worry about the number of morphine needles she left scattered around her room.<\/p>\n<p>With their marriage falling apart, both Jinah and Ruttie neglected their newborn daughter, who would remain nameless for almost six years. The &#8220;little baby is one of the most pathetic, heartbreaking things I have ever seen,&#8221; wrote Sarojini\u2019s daughter Padmaja Naidu to her sister in 1921. \u2018&#8221;I simply cannot understand Ruttie\u2019s attitude\u2014I do not blame her as most people her seem to do, but whenever I remember the dazed, scared child, like some mortally hurt animal, I come near to hating Ruttie in spite of my great affection for her.&#8221; Three years later Padmaja\u2019s sister also met the child, and described her as &#8220;the one dark shadow (an exquisite little shadow)&#8230;[an] unnamed and unloved little baby, [who] clung to me and begged me &#8216;not to go&#8217; when I was leaving her nursery.&#8221; Jinnah, meanwhile, poured his energy into the question of Muslim representation in a future Indian parliament. Although Muslims made up a third of India\u2019s population, they were thinly spread across the country and in any new democratic system would almost always find themselves at the whims of the Hindu majority. Months before the Simon Commission\u2019s arrival, Jinnah put forward a &#8220;bold set of proposals&#8221; for Muslim representation, which he hoped might resolve the matter. Sarojini Naidu, who had recently been elected the first woman Congress president, bought him a gold casket to mark the occasion, engraved with the inscription:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">To Mohammed Ali Jinnah, Ambassador of Unity. From his loyal friend and follower, Bombay, May 1927, Sarojini Naidu.<\/p>\n<p>It was around this time that Jinnah learned that no Indians would be included on the Simon Commission. He was quickly recognized as a leader of the anti-Simon Commission boycott, and wrote to a Labour politician: &#8220;The exclusion of Indians from the Commission is fundamentally wrong&#8230;[and] is calculated to humiliate and wound the self-respect of the people of India.&#8221; His career was taking off again, but on January 4, 1928, three weeks before the commission\u2019s arrival, Ruttie announced she was leaving him. Afterwards they sat for hours in a train carriage, before parting ways at Bombay\u2019s Victoria station. Jinnah was &#8220;too proud and hurt to stop her.&#8221; A month later, when the Simon Commission encountered Jinnah in the lobby of Delhi\u2019s Western Hotel, they found him &#8220;immaculately&#8230;attired in European dress,&#8221; but a shell of his former self. Accompanying him was fellow nationalist Lajpat Rai, who immediately told Cadogan that &#8220;he had no inclination for social interaction with any member of the Commission.&#8221; Cadogan could see that Jinnah was &#8220;struggling to maintain&#8221; his role as an ambassador of Hindu-Muslim unity, however. Cadogan would never meet Jinnah again, but another of the Simon Commissioners would, under very different circumstances. Twenty years later Clement Attlee would speak to Jinnah as the prime minister of Great Britain, while Jinnah was the founder of Pakistan, the world\u2019s first Islamic republic.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">____________________________<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"276170\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/inside-the-tumultuous-private-life-of-muhammad-ali-jinnah-founder-of-pakistan\/shattered-lands\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/shattered-lands.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"600,911\" 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;1&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"shattered lands\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/shattered-lands.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-276170\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/shattered-lands-198x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"198\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/shattered-lands-198x300.jpg 198w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/shattered-lands-40x60.jpg 40w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/shattered-lands-33x50.jpg 33w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/shattered-lands.jpg 600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 198px) 100vw, 198px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>From<\/em> <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9781324123781\">Shattered Lands: Five Partitions and the Making of Modern Asia<\/a> <em>by Sam Dalrymple. Copyright \u00a9 2026. Available from W.W. Norton &amp; Company. <\/em>Shattered Lands<em> has been shortlisted for the 2026 <a href=\"https:\/\/www.cundillprize.com\/\">Cundill History Prize<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When the Simon Commission met Jinnah in the lobby of the Western Hotel in February 1929, everything about him belied the fact that he would soon found the world\u2019s first Islamic republic: Pakistan. A reserved Gujarati barrister-turned politician who the<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":31816,"featured_media":276210,"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":[43102,6,43101,43092],"tags":[111978,60417,6779,111983,8478,8561,111981,111982,42227,12598],"class_list":["post-276169","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-biography","category-features","category-history","category-newsandculture","tag-2026-cundill-history-prize","tag-cundill-history-prize","tag-india","tag-muhammad-ali-jinnah","tag-pakistan","tag-partition","tag-sam-dalrymple","tag-shattered-lands-five-partitions-and-the-making-of-modern-asia","tag-south-asia","tag-w-w-norton-and-company","story-type-cundill-history-prize"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-19Ql","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/jinnah.jpg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276169","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\/31816"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=276169"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276169\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/276210"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=276169"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=276169"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=276169"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}]