[{"id":276297,"date":"2026-08-28T05:09:14","date_gmt":"2026-08-28T09:09:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=276297"},"modified":"2026-08-27T20:44:20","modified_gmt":"2026-08-28T00:44:20","slug":"augusts-best-reviewed-nonfiction-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/augusts-best-reviewed-nonfiction-2\/","title":{"rendered":"August\u2019s Best Reviewed Nonfiction"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Claire Stapleton&#8217;s <em>Don&#8217;t Be Evil<\/em>, Kimon de Greef&#8217;s <em>The Ego Trip<\/em>, and Dave Ziren&#8217;s <em>The People&#8217;s Historian<\/em> all feature among the best reviewed nonfiction titles of the month.<\/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><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780063465145\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-136743 size-medium\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/80a3b3ca6384fbb95d2fecc1c287e674-199x300.gif\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 199px) 100vw, 199px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/80a3b3ca6384fbb95d2fecc1c287e674-199x300.gif 199w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/80a3b3ca6384fbb95d2fecc1c287e674-33x50.gif 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/80a3b3ca6384fbb95d2fecc1c287e674.gif 429w\" alt=\"Don't be evil\" width=\"199\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"136743\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/bookmark\/dont-be-evil-bad-bosses-fake-promises-and-my-escape-from-big-tech\/dont-be-evil-bad-bosses-fake-promises-and-my-escape-from-big-tech-cover\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/80a3b3ca6384fbb95d2fecc1c287e674.gif\" data-orig-size=\"429,648\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Don&amp;#8217;t Be Evil: Bad Bosses, Fake Promises, and My Escape from Big Tech Cover\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/80a3b3ca6384fbb95d2fecc1c287e674.gif\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>1.\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780063465145\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Don\u2019t Be Evil: Bad Bosses, Fake Promises, and My Escape from Big Tech<\/em><\/a>\u00a0by Claire Stapleton<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>(William Morrow and Company)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>4 Rave \u2022 1 Positive \u2022 1 Mixed<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cA blunt account of one woman\u2019s transformation from eager-to-please corporate striver to clear-eyed activist. It well earns its place alongside other recent accounts of the misdeeds of Big Tech like Sarah Wynn-Williams\u2019\u00a0<em>Careless People<\/em>\u00a0and Anna Wiener\u2019s\u00a0<em>Uncanny Valley<\/em>\u00a0\u2026 Books like Stapleton\u2019s will at least arm people determined to reform them with information they\u2019ll need to make that effort.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Harvey Freedenberg (<a href=\"https:\/\/www.bookpage.com\/reviews\/dont-be-evil-claire-stapleton-book-review\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>BookPage<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780385550246\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-136716 size-medium\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/66ddbd98cdecf722aa836070a0835414-197x300.gif\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 197px) 100vw, 197px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/66ddbd98cdecf722aa836070a0835414-197x300.gif 197w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/66ddbd98cdecf722aa836070a0835414-33x50.gif 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/66ddbd98cdecf722aa836070a0835414.gif 426w\" alt=\"\" width=\"197\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"136716\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/bookmark\/the-ego-trip-psychedelic-toads-a-trail-of-deaths-and-the-guru-who-peddled-transcendence\/the-ego-trip-psychedelic-toads-a-trail-of-deaths-and-the-guru-who-peddled-transcendence-cover\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/66ddbd98cdecf722aa836070a0835414.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 Ego Trip: Psychedelic Toads, a Trail of Deaths, and the Guru Who Peddled Transcendence Cover\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/66ddbd98cdecf722aa836070a0835414.gif\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>2.\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780385550246\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Ego Trip: Psychedelic Toads, a Trail of Deaths, and the Guru Who Peddled Transcendence<\/em><\/a>\u00a0by Kimon de Greef<br \/>\n(Doubleday)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>4 Rave \u2022 1\u00a0Positive<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cA marvelous trip, exploring centuries of the Seris\u2019 tribulations, the growth of commercial toad milking in a region dominated by narco gangsters, quarrels among rival gurus and competition between the sons of an English countess and a German baroness to develop 5-MeO-DMT into a pharmaceutical.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Annie Bartlett (<a href=\"https:\/\/www.bookpage.com\/reviews\/ego-trip-kimon-de-greef-book-review\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>BookPage<\/em>)<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781324098423\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-136833 size-medium aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/f726495dd54ab0c442e192bdfef1c67d-198x300.gif\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 198px) 100vw, 198px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/f726495dd54ab0c442e192bdfef1c67d-198x300.gif 198w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/f726495dd54ab0c442e192bdfef1c67d-33x50.gif 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/f726495dd54ab0c442e192bdfef1c67d.gif 427w\" alt=\"The Rise and Fall of the Artificial State\" width=\"198\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"136833\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/bookmark\/the-rise-and-fall-of-the-artificial-state\/the-rise-and-fall-of-the-artificial-state-cover\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/f726495dd54ab0c442e192bdfef1c67d.gif\" data-orig-size=\"427,648\" 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 Rise and Fall of the Artificial State Cover\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/f726495dd54ab0c442e192bdfef1c67d.gif\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>3.\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781324098423\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Rise and Fall of the Artificial State<\/em><\/a>\u00a0by Jill Lepore<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>(Liveright)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>3 Rave \u2022 2 Positive \u2022 1 Mixed<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cStaggering, sobering, yet essential reading for all who want to understand the arc of this increasingly digital, online, corporate, and out-of-control world.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Carol Haggas (<a href=\"https:\/\/www.booklistonline.com\/products\/9825772\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Booklist<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781668206751\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-136770 size-medium aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/88e4f390241f74537037ae7087e653fc-198x300.gif\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 198px) 100vw, 198px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/88e4f390241f74537037ae7087e653fc-198x300.gif 198w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/88e4f390241f74537037ae7087e653fc-33x50.gif 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/88e4f390241f74537037ae7087e653fc.gif 427w\" alt=\"Days of Miracle and Wonder\" width=\"198\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"136770\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/bookmark\/days-of-miracle-and-wonder-paul-simon-and-the-trials-and-triumphs-of-graceland\/days-of-miracle-and-wonder-paul-simon-and-the-trials-and-triumphs-of-graceland-cover\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/88e4f390241f74537037ae7087e653fc.gif\" data-orig-size=\"427,648\" 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=\"Days of Miracle and Wonder: Paul Simon and the Trials and Triumphs of Graceland Cover\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/88e4f390241f74537037ae7087e653fc.gif\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>4.\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781668206751\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Days of Miracle and Wonder: Paul Simon and the Trials and Triumphs of Graceland<\/em><\/a>\u00a0by Ahley Kahn<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>(Atria)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>4 Rave \u2022 1 Mixed<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat a welcome surprise \u2026 Has only made me appreciate the album\u2019s intricacies and paradoxes all the more \u2026 Kahn lets his historical actors speak for themselves as often as possible, collecting a remarkably wide array of voices for so short a book.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Mark Braude (<a href=\"https:\/\/www.nytimes.com\/2026\/08\/15\/books\/review\/days-of-miracle-and-wonder-ashley-kahn-graceland.html?eafs_enabled=false\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The New York Times Book Review<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-136702 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/04aa104d245f772cf1d00083cac3a56b-199x300.gif\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 199px) 100vw, 199px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/04aa104d245f772cf1d00083cac3a56b-199x300.gif 199w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/04aa104d245f772cf1d00083cac3a56b-33x50.gif 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/04aa104d245f772cf1d00083cac3a56b.gif 429w\" alt=\"The People's Historian: The Outsized Life of Howard Zinn Cover\" width=\"199\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"136702\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/bookmark\/the-peoples-historian-the-outsized-life-of-howard-zinn\/the-peoples-historian-the-outsized-life-of-howard-zinn-cover\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/04aa104d245f772cf1d00083cac3a56b.gif\" data-orig-size=\"429,648\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"The People&amp;#8217;s Historian: The Outsized Life of Howard Zinn Cover\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/04aa104d245f772cf1d00083cac3a56b.gif\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>5.\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780593473658\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The People\u2019s Historian: The Outsized Life of Howard Zinn<\/em><\/a>\u00a0by Dave Zirin<br \/>\n(Dutton)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>2 Rave \u2022 3 Positive \u2022 2 Mixed<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cRousing \u2026 It\u2019s a wonderful portrait of a historian who reshaped America\u2019s understanding of its potential for change.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.publishersweekly.com\/9780593473658\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>\u2013Publishers Weekly<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Claire Stapleton&#8217;s Don&#8217;t Be Evil, Kimon de Greef&#8217;s The Ego Trip, and Dave Ziren&#8217;s The People&#8217;s Historian all feature among the best reviewed nonfiction titles of the month. Brought to you by\u00a0Book Marks, Lit Hub\u2019s home for book reviews. 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Best Reviewed Fiction"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Chang-Rae Lee&#8217;s <em>A Tender Age<\/em>, T\u00e9a Obreht&#8217;s <em>Sunrise<\/em>, and Paul Yoon&#8217;s <em>Etna<\/em> all feature among the best reviewed fiction titles of the month.<\/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><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9798217048441\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-136725 size-medium\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/2d8cf09756fbf71bf09f32a9eec962a0-199x300.gif\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 199px) 100vw, 199px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/2d8cf09756fbf71bf09f32a9eec962a0-199x300.gif 199w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/2d8cf09756fbf71bf09f32a9eec962a0-33x50.gif 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/2d8cf09756fbf71bf09f32a9eec962a0.gif 429w\" alt=\"A Tender Age\" width=\"199\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"136725\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/bookmark\/a-tender-age\/a-tender-age-cover\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/2d8cf09756fbf71bf09f32a9eec962a0.gif\" data-orig-size=\"429,648\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"A Tender Age Cover\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/2d8cf09756fbf71bf09f32a9eec962a0.gif\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>1.\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9798217048441\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>A Tender Age<\/em><\/a>\u00a0by Chang Rae-Lee<br \/>\n(Riverhead)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>11 Rave \u2022 1 Mixed \u2022 1 Pan<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cLuminous \u2026 In his masterful almost-ending, Lee shrouds what exactly happened on that life-altering precipice, brilliantly inviting room for interrogation and interpretation..\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Terry Hong (<a href=\"https:\/\/www.shelf-awareness.com\/issue.html?issue=5250#m71646\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Shelf Awareness<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781984855534\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-136722 size-medium\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/d2b47ad29c2bd415c832def1bdb3fbf5-197x300.gif\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 197px) 100vw, 197px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/d2b47ad29c2bd415c832def1bdb3fbf5-197x300.gif 197w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/d2b47ad29c2bd415c832def1bdb3fbf5-33x50.gif 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/d2b47ad29c2bd415c832def1bdb3fbf5.gif 426w\" alt=\"Sunrise\" width=\"197\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"136722\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/bookmark\/sunrise\/sunrise-cover\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/d2b47ad29c2bd415c832def1bdb3fbf5.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=\"Sunrise Cover\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/d2b47ad29c2bd415c832def1bdb3fbf5.gif\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>2.\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781984855534\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Sunrise<\/em><\/a>\u00a0by T\u00e9a Obreht<br \/>\n(Random House)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>10 Rave \u2022 1 Pan<br \/>\nRead an interview with T\u00e9a Obreht\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/tea-obreht-on-writing-a-layered-intertextual-tale-of-the-american-west\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">here<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cObreht is riveting in each time frame as she exults in emulating and subverting tales of the Old West while exposing the poisonous complexities of gender, taboo love, myth, history, and our desecration of the wild in a breathtaking, shocking, and reverberating survival story.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Donna Seaman (<a href=\"https:\/\/www.booklistonline.com\/products\/9823249\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Booklist<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781668020821\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-136689 size-medium\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/07\/f1534a236c575d626508ef0ee43afc51-194x300.gif\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 194px) 100vw, 194px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/07\/f1534a236c575d626508ef0ee43afc51-194x300.gif 194w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/07\/f1534a236c575d626508ef0ee43afc51-32x50.gif 32w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/07\/f1534a236c575d626508ef0ee43afc51.gif 420w\" alt=\"Etna\" width=\"194\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"136689\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/bookmark\/etna\/etna-cover\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/07\/f1534a236c575d626508ef0ee43afc51.gif\" data-orig-size=\"420,648\" 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=\"Etna Cover\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/07\/f1534a236c575d626508ef0ee43afc51.gif\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>3.\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781668020821\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Etna<\/em><\/a>\u00a0by Paul Yoon<br \/>\n(Scribner)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>8 Rave \u2022 1 Positive \u2022 1 Mixed<br \/>\nRead an excerpt from\u00a0<em>Etna<\/em>\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/etna\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">here<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cFor all its compactness,\u00a0<em>Etna<\/em>\u00a0has the shape of an epic \u2026 Stands out among Yoon\u2019s work \u2026 This is, at times, a wrenching novel, strewn with broken bodies, but its atrocities never overwhelm its faith in creaturely communion, and in grief and longing that clarify, rather than obscure, one\u2019s desires and selfhood.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Rachel Vorona Cote (<a href=\"https:\/\/www.theatlantic.com\/books\/2026\/07\/animal-narrator-fiction-paul-yoon-etna-book-review\/688105\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Atlantic<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781644454008\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-136692 size-medium\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/07\/476339c28d619ab33e925bfea626626e-200x300.gif\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/07\/476339c28d619ab33e925bfea626626e-200x300.gif 200w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/07\/476339c28d619ab33e925bfea626626e-33x50.gif 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/07\/476339c28d619ab33e925bfea626626e.gif 432w\" alt=\"Triage Cover\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"136692\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/bookmark\/triage\/triage-cover\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/07\/476339c28d619ab33e925bfea626626e.gif\" data-orig-size=\"432,648\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Triage Cover\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/07\/476339c28d619ab33e925bfea626626e.gif\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>4.\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781644454008\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Triage<\/em><\/a>\u00a0by Claudia Rankine<br \/>\n(Graywolf)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>4 Rave \u2022 6 Positive \u2022 1 Mixed<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cColorfully, referentially, and intellectually dynamic \u2026 A glossy-paged, art exhibition catalog-worthy book \u2026 Though the narrative\u2019s ending verges on negative abstraction, Rankine clearly demands that we confront our failure to prioritize Gazans and reckon the massive resultant losses, personal, ethical, and human alike.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Walton Muyumba (<a href=\"https:\/\/www.bostonglobe.com\/2026\/07\/29\/arts\/claudia-rankine-triage\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Boston Globe<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/reviews\/the-amateur\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-136694 size-medium aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/07\/2c2e6009b2e08fe3cba4e5031d90ff34-206x300.gif\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 206px) 100vw, 206px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/07\/2c2e6009b2e08fe3cba4e5031d90ff34-206x300.gif 206w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/07\/2c2e6009b2e08fe3cba4e5031d90ff34-34x50.gif 34w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/07\/2c2e6009b2e08fe3cba4e5031d90ff34.gif 446w\" alt=\"The Amateur\" width=\"206\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"136694\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/bookmark\/the-amateur\/the-amateur-cover\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/07\/2c2e6009b2e08fe3cba4e5031d90ff34.gif\" data-orig-size=\"446,648\" 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 Amateur Cover\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/07\/2c2e6009b2e08fe3cba4e5031d90ff34.gif\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>5.\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780385551298\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Amateur<\/em><\/a>\u00a0by Chris Bohjalian<br \/>\n(Doubleday)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>7 Rave<br \/>\nRead an essay by Chris Bohjalian\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/crimereads.com\/how-chris-bohjalian-spent-his-summer-vacation\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">here<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cBohjalian\u2019s wonderful book is a morality tale, a snapshot of a strange, careless time in a particular slice of America, a psychological exploration of guilt and its repercussions, a portrait of a girl going off the rails\u2014and then, because of an exciting plot twist, a courtroom drama.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Sarah Lyall (<a href=\"https:\/\/www.nytimes.com\/2026\/07\/30\/books\/review\/new-thriller-novels.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The New York Times Book Review<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Chang-Rae Lee&#8217;s A Tender Age, T\u00e9a Obreht&#8217;s Sunrise, and Paul Yoon&#8217;s Etna all feature among the best reviewed fiction titles of the month. Brought to you by\u00a0Book Marks, Lit Hub\u2019s home for book reviews. * 1.\u00a0A Tender Age\u00a0by Chang Rae-Lee<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":873,"featured_media":276311,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[43069,6,43070,43135],"tags":[15654,13821,30034,18340,301,26504,9519,71535],"class_list":["post-276295","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-craftandcriticism","category-features","category-literary-criticism","category-readinglists","tag-book-marks","tag-book-reviews","tag-chang-rae-lee","tag-chris-bohjalian","tag-claudia-rankine","tag-paul-yoon","tag-tea-obreht","tag-the-best-reviewed-books-of-the-month"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-19Sn","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/sunrise.jpg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276295","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=276295"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276295\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/276311"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=276295"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=276295"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=276295"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":276190,"date":"2026-08-28T05:09:06","date_gmt":"2026-08-28T09:09:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=276190"},"modified":"2026-08-27T20:51:39","modified_gmt":"2026-08-28T00:51:39","slug":"long-before-toy-story-it-narratives-imagined-the-inner-lives-of-objects","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/long-before-toy-story-it-narratives-imagined-the-inner-lives-of-objects\/","title":{"rendered":"Long Before <em>Toy Story<\/em>, It-Narratives Imagined the Inner Lives of Objects"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It\u2019s nighttime in the playroom and the toys have gathered for a conference. For modern audiences, this scene likely evokes the imaginative world of <em>Toy Story<\/em>, the long-running film franchise about the secret lives of children\u2019s toys, which launched to great acclaim in 1995 and recently released its fifth installment. But Woody the cowboy doll and Buzz Lightyear the action figure are not among the group assembled here. Instead, the toys gathered in young Maggy Howard\u2019s room are simple objects crafted from rubber, tin, and wood. One is a fresh arrival from Europe. Another has survived gunfire on the Civil War battlefield. All have something to say. As the night unfolds, so do their tales, which comprise a set of narratives published in 1866 under the title \u201cWhat the Playthings Said to Each Other on Midsummer Night.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Although critics hailed the original <em>Toy Story<\/em> for its <a href=\"https:\/\/timesmachine.nytimes.com\/timesmachine\/1995\/11\/22\/055905.html?pageNumber=53\">\u201cincredibly clever\u201d<\/a> and <a href=\"https:\/\/time.com\/3833800\/toy-story-movie-review\/\">\u201cinventive\u201d<\/a> concept, the film\u2019s central conceit has roots in a literary genre that first became popular in eighteenth-century Britain: the it-narrative. Also known as object tales or novels of circulation, it-narratives relate the adventures of inanimate objects (and, less commonly, animals) as they travel across settings and between different owners. Typically narrated in first person, it-narratives test familiar borders of subject and object, inviting readers to imagine what human society might look like from the perspective of small and easily overlooked things, ranging from corkscrews to pins to literal flies on the wall.<\/p>\n<p>While today we think of <em>Toy Story <\/em>as children\u2019s media, the it-narrative originated as a decidedly adult genre. Because object narrators tend to be things that circulate across layers of society, the it-narrative offered a ready platform for social satire. What\u2019s more, as tales that turn on the circulation and exchange of commodities, it-narratives were particularly apt vehicles for critiquing Britain\u2019s burgeoning consumer culture. In stories such as Joseph Addison\u2019s <a href=\"https:\/\/books.google.de\/books?id=Ypc9AAAAYAAJ&amp;pg=PA331&amp;hl=de&amp;source=gbs_toc_r&amp;cad=2#v=onepage&amp;q&amp;f=false\">\u201cAdventures of a Shilling\u201d<\/a> (1710) and Charles Johnstone\u2019s <a href=\"https:\/\/babel.hathitrust.org\/cgi\/pt?id=uc2.ark:\/13960\/t1kh0g314&amp;seq=9\"><em>Chrysal; or, the Adventures of a Guinea<\/em><\/a> (1760), authors used the fictional adventures of object narrators to expose instances of greed and self-interest drawn from life. The adventures of Addison\u2019s titular shilling include being hoarded, offered as a bribe, and sent as an insulting accompaniment to a letter disinheriting a son. Johnstone\u2019s guinea, meanwhile, bears witness not only to the machinations of hack authors and exploitative merchants, but also to the sufferings of a destitute poet shut out from the literary marketplace, who receives the guinea as a pity gift and immediately uses it to buy food.<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">More than a few early it-narratives verged on pornography. The capacity of most object narrators to travel in intimate proximity to human bodies prompted authors to relate sensational, fly-on-the-wall details about people\u2019s private lives.<\/p>\n<p>If the ability to circulate enabled object narrators to prompt class critique, it also allowed for more straightforward modes of entertainment. With its episodic structure, the it-narrative echoed the form of picaresque novels such as <em>The History of Tom Jones <\/em>(1749) and popular adventure fiction such as <em>Robinson Crusoe <\/em>(1719). It-narratives including Helenus Scott\u2019s <a href=\"https:\/\/babel.hathitrust.org\/cgi\/pt?id=inu.30000115396271&amp;seq=13\"><em>The Adventures of a Rupee<\/em><\/a> (1782) served up adventure alongside satire, with Scott\u2019s novel doubling as an orientalist travel narrative; the rupee\u2019s travels, which take place across India, China, and England, include an extended visit to a seraglio. Likewise, in <em>Chrysal<\/em>, which was perhaps the most popular it-narrative of its day, the guinea\u2019s peregrinations across Europe and the Americas not only reflected the increasingly globalized nature of Britain\u2019s mercantile society but also allowed Johnstone to engage in anthropological fantasy. The novel features several chapters set among an invented group of Indigenous Americans, whose \u201cfemales\u201d and their private habits come in for voyeuristic scrutiny.<\/p>\n<p>As such details suggest, more than a few early it-narratives verged on pornography. The capacity of most object narrators to travel in intimate proximity to human bodies prompted authors to relate sensational, fly-on-the-wall details about people\u2019s private lives. <em>Chrysal<\/em>, for instance, features a detailed episode in which an aristocrat picks up a sex worker on the street. A similar desire to titillate motivates a subset of tales narrated by articles of clothing, including <a href=\"https:\/\/archive.org\/details\/adventuresablac00advegoog\">coats<\/a>, silk petticoats, waistcoats, and wigs, as well as the anonymously-authored <a href=\"https:\/\/books.google.de\/books?id=mfpeAAAAcAAJ&amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;hl=de&amp;source=gbs_ge_summary_r&amp;cad=0#v=onepage&amp;q&amp;f=false\"><em>History of a French Louse<\/em><\/a> (1779). Born on the head of a courtesan, the <em>History<\/em>\u2019s insect narrator rides shotgun on a series of libidinous adventures that include an assignation with American ambassador to France Benjamin Franklin, whose decaying teeth, the <em>History<\/em>\u2019s louse reports from his close-up vantage point, \u201cmight have been taken for cloves.\u201d It-narratives may have been fiction, but the anonymity afforded by object narrators frequently encouraged authors to dish on real celebrities.<\/p>\n<p>By the mid-nineteenth century, the it-narrative began to interest authors invested less in provoking excitement than in guiding the moral development of their readers. As literary scholar Leah Price <a href=\"https:\/\/books.google.de\/books?id=RZLNkjeHP_kC&amp;lpg=PP1&amp;hl=de&amp;pg=PA108#v=onepage&amp;q&amp;f=false\">has observed<\/a>, the it-narrative\u2019s premise held special appeal for Christian missionaries, whose evangelical activities likewise hinged on social circulation. A new crop of it-narratives published by religious organizations in both the United States and Britain soon emerged. Often featuring object narrators with a moral valence\u2014Bibles and prayer books were popular\u2014these stories targeted audiences with limited means to select their own reading material, including children.<\/p>\n<p>Like the toys in <em>Toy Story<\/em>, who reward \u201cgood\u201d owners (imaginative children) and punish or seek to escape \u201cbad\u201d ones (violent children, greedy adults), object narrators in nineteenth-century religious and moral fiction do not simply observe human activity; they judge it. For some authors of nineteenth-century children\u2019s literature, it-narratives thus offered a framework for encouraging young readers to self-police their own behavior. Well before Carol Aebersold and Chanda Bell\u2019s <a href=\"https:\/\/elfontheshelf.com\/\"><em>The Elf on the Shelf<\/em><\/a> (2005), a picture book packaged with a toy elf that children are instructed to imagine watching their every move, it-narratives sought to transform children\u2019s things into auxiliaries for parental surveillance.<\/p>\n<p>In children\u2019s it-narratives such as <a href=\"https:\/\/babel.hathitrust.org\/cgi\/pt?id=nyp.33433112004027&amp;seq=7\"><em>The History of a Pocket Prayer Book<\/em><\/a> (1839) and <a href=\"https:\/\/books.google.de\/books?id=V6FJGwAACAAJ&amp;source=gbs_ViewAPI&amp;redir_esc=y\"><em>The Adventures of a Work-Bag<\/em><\/a> (1826), authors forego the sharp edge of satire for the blunt instrument of didacticism. Both the prayer book and the work bag openly praise behaviors they view as diligent, such reading a prayer every night or being \u201cdedicated to [one\u2019s] needle.\u201d But they are also quick to criticize habits and behaviors they deem inappropriate. The work bag, for instance, lives in constant fear of falling into the hands \u201cof some rude slatternly girl, who will toss me up and down to my great detriment.\u201d Although the it-narrative as a genre was predicated on an object\u2019s extensive circulation, authors guided their young readers, who were largely white and middle-class, to act in ways that shored up social hierarchies and related ideas of proper comportment.<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">Just as <em>Toy Story<\/em> asks audiences to take seriously the world of childhood play, stories like \u201cWhat the Playthings Said\u201d envision a world in which children and their things make an impact.<\/p>\n<p>Nineteenth-century children themselves, however, had their own take on such tales. Much as the wealth of island stories written by children of this period indexes the widespread popularity of <em>Robinson Crusoe<\/em>, the presence of it-narratives in archives of children\u2019s writing suggests that the genre appealed to young readers despite its adult use for moralizing purposes.<\/p>\n<p>One such collection of it-narratives survives in the form of the <a href=\"https:\/\/findingaids.smith.edu\/repositories\/2\/archival_objects\/593299\">tiny manuscript books<\/a> authored by children associated with the prominent New England Hale family. Developed by children, for children, these handmade books\u2014which measure less than 10 centimeters in height\u2014were created for circulation via amateur libraries organized by several generations of the Hales, their cousins, and various friends from 1839-69.<\/p>\n<p>In stories centered on objects ranging from a button to a tin soldier, young authors recognize the it-narrative\u2019s potential not only for amusement but for showcasing the power of the small and marginal. Tales including \u201cThe Adventures of a Rod\u201d (1844) mark a return to the genre\u2019s anarchic origins: the story chronicles the travails of a roadside shrub, which suffers violent attacks by schoolboys, but later enacts revenge upon becoming a disciplinary switch in the boys\u2019 classroom. Others emphasize the role of objects in networks of human relations. In \u201cWhat the Playthings Said to Each Other on Midsummer Night,\u201d a rubber soldier gifted by a young boy to his Civil War-bound brother deflects a deadly bullet and saves the older sibling\u2019s life. Just as <em>Toy Story<\/em> asks audiences to take seriously the world of childhood play, stories like \u201cWhat the Playthings Said\u201d envision a world in which children and their things make an impact.<\/p>\n<p>Toys, of course, are not the only small things that children carry these days. The antagonist of the new <em>Toy Story <\/em>film is a tablet, whose addictive presence distracts the toys\u2019 young owner from unstructured, creative play. Yet while screens and smartphones may seem worlds apart from the Hales and their handmade books, we in some ways inhabit a technological present inherited from the it-narrative, a genre whose watchful object narrators look ahead to the media imagination that gave us virtual assistants such as Alexa and Siri. As it-narratives of the past remind us, seemingly inanimate objects may have more power to shape us than we like.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It\u2019s nighttime in the playroom and the toys have gathered for a conference. For modern audiences, this scene likely evokes the imaginative world of Toy Story, the long-running film franchise about the secret lives of children\u2019s toys, which launched to<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":31823,"featured_media":276192,"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":[43069,6,43093,43070],"tags":[4904,112009,112006,5478,112007,112008,108483],"class_list":["post-276190","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-craftandcriticism","category-features","category-film-and-tv","category-literary-criticism","tag-childrens-books","tag-history-of-a-french-louse","tag-it-narratives","tag-literary-history","tag-madeline-zehnder","tag-the-elf-on-the-shelf","tag-toy-story"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-19QG","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Untitled-design-2026-08-25T151850.745.png","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276190","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\/31823"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=276190"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276190\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/276192"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=276190"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=276190"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=276190"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":276255,"date":"2026-08-27T06:30:13","date_gmt":"2026-08-27T10:30:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=276255"},"modified":"2026-08-26T17:00:49","modified_gmt":"2026-08-26T21:00:49","slug":"lit-hub-daily-august-27-2026","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/lit-hub-daily-august-27-2026\/","title":{"rendered":"Lit Hub Daily: August 27, 2026"},"content":{"rendered":"<span class=\"caption\"> TODAY: In 1950, Italian poet Cesare Pavese dies. <\/span>\n<ul>\n<li>What do you do when your writing group thinks your story&#8217;s hilarious (<a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/help-my-writing-group-think-my-latest-story-was-really-funny-it-wasnt-meant-to-be\">when it&#8217;s not supposed to be<\/a>)? | Lit Hub <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/category\/craftandcriticism\/craft-and-advice\/\">Advice<\/a><\/li>\n<li>If you have a free afternoon, <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/short-but-sweet-nine-novellas-to-read-in-a-single-afternoon\/\">try reading one of these novellas<\/a> from cover to cover. | Lit Hub <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/category\/readinglists\/\">Reading Lists<\/a><\/li>\n<li>Why don&#8217;t people write letters anymore? Maybe because <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/the-letter-doula-how-to-help-a-life-arrive-on-the-page\/\">they feel &#8220;dangerously permanent.&#8221;<\/a> | Lit Hub <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/category\/craftandcriticism\/craft-and-advice\/\">Craft<\/a><\/li>\n<li>&#8220;Rare indeed to find a real reporter who is also a real thinker. And the bastard\u2019s funny, too.&#8221; <a href=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/5-reviews-you-need-to-read-this-week-8-27-2026\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\" data-saferedirecturl=\"https:\/\/www.google.com\/url?q=https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/5-reviews-you-need-to-read-this-week-8-27-2026\/&amp;source=gmail&amp;ust=1787860120631000&amp;usg=AOvVaw3W9choIfjwj_rRahcdnMTI\">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=1787860120631000&amp;usg=AOvVaw0KaH5MGuc6OVfLQwGe9jin\">Book Marks<\/a><\/li>\n<li>\u201cThe past belongs to no one, and as such, it also belongs to everyone.\u201d <span class=\"byline\">Elizabeth Letts o<\/span>n <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/stories-from-memory-on-finding-inspiration-in-my-husbands-moroccan-family\/\">finding inspiration in her husband\u2019s Moroccan family<\/a>. | 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-32\">fiction<\/a> and <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/the-independent-press-top-40-bestsellers-nonfiction-32\">nonfiction<\/a>. | Lit Hub <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/category\/newsandculture\/bookstores-and-libraries\/\">Bookstores<\/a><\/li>\n<li>Stephen Greco recommends books by\u00a0Kitty Kelley, C. David Heymann, John Waters, and more <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/six-novels-that-try-to-keep-up-with-elizabeth-taylor\/\">that explore Elizabeth Taylor&#8217;s multifaceted life<\/a>. | Lit Hub <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/category\/readinglists\/\">Reading Lists<\/a><\/li>\n<li>&#8220;The sunlight streaming through the arrival hall windows was a dirty gold the afternoon our flight from Paris landed.&#8221; Read from <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/leila-and-kahled\/\">Nyla Matuk&#8217;s new novel, <em>Leila and Khaled<\/em><\/a>. | Lit Hub <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/category\/fictionandpoetry\/from-the-novel\/\">Fiction<\/a><\/li>\n<li>\u201cThey have literally any kind of book you could think of.\u201d <a href=\"https:\/\/www.404media.co\/inside-the-warehouse-where-amazon-scans-and-destroys-books-for-ai-training\/\">Emanuel Maiberg talks to an employee at the warehouse where Amazon scans and destroys books for AI training<\/a>. | 404 Media<\/li>\n<li>Livia Gershon on <a href=\"https:\/\/daily.jstor.org\/not-all-boredom-is-the-same\/\">getting to the bottom of boredom<\/a>. | JSTOR Daily<\/li>\n<li><a href=\"https:\/\/reactormag.com\/the-importance-of-reading-and-teaching-cyberpunk-in-the-age-of-ai\/\">Why we need cyberpunk fiction<\/a> in the age of AI. | Reactor<\/li>\n<li><a href=\"https:\/\/www.vulture.com\/article\/tommy-orange-thomas-king-pretendians.html\">Tommy Orange profiles Thomas King<\/a> and reflects on learning that a writer he looks up to isn\u2019t actually Indigenous. | Vulture<\/li>\n<li><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theguardian.com\/books\/2026\/aug\/26\/rachel-cusk-natalie-portman-novel-biogossip-literature\">On the rise of \u201cbiogossip\u201d books,<\/a> \u201cnovels that stoke intense speculation over the person they\u2019re <i>really about<\/i>.\u201d | The Guardian<\/li>\n<li>How mystery writer Peter Grainger <a href=\"https:\/\/www.nytimes.com\/2026\/08\/26\/books\/peter-grainger-crime-writer-dc-smith.html\">self-published his way into the spotlight.<\/a> | The New York Times<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>What do you do when your writing group thinks your story&#8217;s hilarious (when it&#8217;s not supposed to be)? | Lit Hub Advice If you have a free afternoon, try reading one of these novellas from cover to cover. | Lit<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":61,"featured_media":276265,"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-276255","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-lit-hub-daily"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-19RJ","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/CesarePavese.jpg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276255","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=276255"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276255\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/276265"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=276255"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=276255"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=276255"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":275973,"date":"2026-08-27T05:10:58","date_gmt":"2026-08-27T09:10:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=275973"},"modified":"2026-08-27T07:44:14","modified_gmt":"2026-08-27T11:44:14","slug":"what-it-means-to-love-elliott-smith","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/what-it-means-to-love-elliott-smith\/","title":{"rendered":"What It Means to Love Elliott Smith"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>One of the last videos taken of Elliott Smith shows him at the Fonda Theatre, in Los Angeles. He\u2019s sitting in a metal stacking chair, wearing faded dark pants and a T\u2011shirt that says <em>i &lt;3 metal<\/em>, a little slumped over his guitar. A leather cuff is strapped to his wrist. His hair is falling in his face, because it always is.<\/p>\n<p>The concert opens unevenly. His voice is weak and drowsy, like he might be on something, or coming off it. About forty\u2011five minutes in, after he finishes up \u201cPretty (Ugly Before),\u201d someone shouts from the audience, and Elliott doesn\u2019t quite catch the words. \u201cGet a what?\u201d he asks. \u201cA back-bone?\u201d He fiddles with his hair as the comment starts to sink in. \u201cGet a backbone?\u201d he repeats. \u201cWhat the fuck?&#8230; I could tell you a dream I had last night; otherwise, I can\u2019t be more fuckin\u2019 for real.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He seems upset, in disbelief, and then, fingering the neck of his guitar, starts to turn the phrase over in his head, assimilating it. The anger in his voice dissolves. He apologizes. \u201cI\u2019m not trying to pick on you,\u201d he says. \u201cMaybe I didn\u2019t understand what you were saying.\u201d Who knows what the heckler is really thinking? Maybe they\u2019re just having a rough night.<\/p>\n<span class=\"caption\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"276035\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/what-it-means-to-love-elliott-smith\/024_nobody_9780593475669_ins_r1\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/024_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"1188,1804\" 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=\"024_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/024_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-674x1024.jpg\" class=\"wp-image-276035 \" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/024_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-674x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"800\" height=\"1216\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/024_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-674x1024.jpg 674w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/024_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-198x300.jpg 198w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/024_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-768x1166.jpg 768w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/024_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-40x60.jpg 40w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/024_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-33x50.jpg 33w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/024_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1.jpg 1188w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/> Elliott in Paris, December 1996. \u201cI think it was more my romantic idea,\u201d Joanna says. \u201cWhen we went there, it wasn\u2019t so easy.\u201d Photographs by Joanna Bolme.<\/span>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m very healthy now,\u201d he says, to whistles and cheers. \u201cSo don\u2019t get bummed out.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He\u2019s been gentle with the audience\u2014\u201cI want to play new things,\u201d he announced earlier, turning down a request for \u201cThe Biggest Lie,\u201d \u201cand they might seem dark, but they\u2019re not from now, necessarily&#8230;I\u2019m fine, really\u201d\u2014and, heckler aside, the audience has been gentle with him.<\/p>\n<p>Then he starts playing \u201cPlainclothes Man\u201d:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">you\u2019re everybody\u2019s second<br \/>\nhome always trying to get me<br \/>\nalone an easy way to lose it all<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s a song about addiction, probably heroin, but like most of Elliott\u2019s songs about addiction, it\u2019s not really about the drugs. It\u2019s about change and need. When he wrote it, in the mid\u2011nineties, he was on his way out of his band, entering the solo career that would define him. It was one of the first songs showcasing Elliott\u2019s mature voice, not only as a songwriter\u2014easy rhymes, sly use of common turns of phrase, a vocabulary that feels unfussy\u2014but also literally, in his vocal style. The pubescent croak of <i>Roman Candle <\/i>is gone, the chesty metal voice of <i>Dead Air <\/i>replaced by something soft and assured, authoritative.<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">He wrote sad songs but didn\u2019t want to make anyone sad. He had the kind of shy, exaggerated empathy of someone who\u2019s always afraid of hurting people but never afraid of hurting himself.<\/p>\n<p>Onstage in Los Angeles, Elliott is singing about someone half caught in a moment when he seems to be on the verge of transformation himself. His concert that night marks the beginning of a fragile comeback tour and a promising sobriety. His voice is stronger than it was at the start of the show, but it\u2019s breaking up with emotion. He wrings everything out of the vowels, out of his breath, until his voice is a wavering sob. It\u2019s a rebuttal to the heckler, or proof that the heckler is right, or both. Elliott was always good at being both.<\/p>\n<p>He strokes the last chord, singing about continual decline, and frowns. \u201cThat one was too sad to stop on,\u201d he says. He can\u2019t end on a sad song.<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s been twenty\u2011three years since the recording of that concert\u2014one of the more famous videos of Elliott because there\u2019s so much in it, and so much around it. It was made in January 2003; by late October, he was gone. The video is a conflicting document of his recovery, for people who like to argue about that. Mostly it\u2019s a snapshot of his artistry and his empathy, which were fully intertwined. He knew how people felt, or tried to. He wrote sad songs but didn\u2019t want to make anyone sad. He had the kind of shy, exaggerated empathy of someone who\u2019s always afraid of hurting people but never afraid of hurting himself.<\/p>\n<span class=\"caption\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"276036\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/what-it-means-to-love-elliott-smith\/023_nobody_9780593475669_ins_r1-1\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/023_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-1-scaled.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"2560,1860\" 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=\"023_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1 (1)\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/023_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-1-1240x901.jpg\" class=\"wp-image-276036 size-large\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/023_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-1-1240x901.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1240\" height=\"901\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/023_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-1-1240x901.jpg 1240w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/023_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-1-300x218.jpg 300w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/023_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-1-768x558.jpg 768w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/023_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-1-60x44.jpg 60w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/023_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-1-1536x1116.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/023_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-1-2048x1488.jpg 2048w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/023_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-1-50x36.jpg 50w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1240px) 100vw, 1240px\" \/> Elliott working on \u201cAngeles\u201d in early 1996, on tour with the Softies in Louisiana. \u201cAnytime we had days off, he would just be working on songs,\u201d Rose Melberg says. \u201cI remember feeling dumbfounded by its beauty.\u201d Photograph by Jen Sbragia.<\/span>\n<p>Twenty\u2011three years after his death, Elliott still isn\u2019t particularly well known, or well understood, but he is terribly loved. The task of understanding and preserving his legacy has become a collective project. There are YouTube accounts like I Remember Elliott; his old fan site Sweet Adeline, defiantly mired in Web 1.0; oral\u2011history blogs like <i>so flawed and drunk and perfect still<\/i>; Smiling at Confusion, a site for posting guitar tabs, guidance on fingerings and chords. Fans share bootleg recordings and unreleased songs, reflections on his lyrics or entreaties for help understanding them, and they speculate darkly on his death. Below videos you\u2019ll find hundreds of comments, people gushing over Elliott\u2019s fingerpicking, arguing about whether he\u2019s on something at this concert or just tired but clean, thanking him for accompanying them through depression or addiction, for making them feel less alone.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCome here when I\u2019m close to the edge, almost always these days.\u201d \u201cA few summers ago a good friend of my dad\u2019s killed himself and I used to come downstairs at night when I couldn\u2019t sleep and listen to this. I love you, Elliott.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe\u2019s been saving me during this Covid insanity and the profound loneliness that\u2019s come with it. Then again he\u2019s been saving me for over twenty years.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLove you, Elliott. Wherever you are.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Elliott lived in a liminal time: late enough for easy recordings and portable video cameras, early enough that what we have is spare. So much of it has degraded\u2014tapes rotted to spooky fuzz, videos with shaggy images and too\u2011white faces. It makes us feel his fragility. We enthuse over warm, clear concerts where you can see Elliott bouncing his leg, hear his shy \u201cThanks\u201d after songs, like he\u2019s sitting next to you; we enthuse over performances where you can hear the grit of a bad recording in his voice, over battered tapes that sound like something from the advent of the gramophone. We enthuse over anything that feels like presence, because the absence is too hard to confront.<\/p>\n<p>On r\/elliottsmith, people post pictures of themselves in Elliott Smith shirts purchased on Etsy and TeePublic, designs for their Elliott\u2011inspired tattoos, images of <i>Figure 8<\/i>\u2019s cover painted on their bedroom walls, up-dates on the status of the original mural on Sunset Boulevard. They share memes on depression and leave heartfelt comments about listening miserably to Elliott, remarks that immediately get downvoted by Redditors who are there to talk about his technical prowess and musical genius, not to share a platform with a bunch of emo teenagers or people who act like them. \u201cDaylight Saving Time ending just means I get an extra hour to cry in bed to Elliott Smith,\u201d someone posts. \u201cIs this what this sub has become?\u201d another user complains underneath.<\/p>\n<p>We are contentious and affectionate as any family reunion.<\/p>\n<p>Once I posted a recording of Elliott playing a tricky, Moorish-sounding improvisation before diving into \u201cLA\u201d at the Black Cat in February 2000, a little motif I wasn\u2019t sure anyone had ever noticed before, and within minutes someone was asking desperately if I had the tabs. <i>Of course I don\u2019t have the tabs, <\/i>I thought. <i>No one has the tabs. <\/i>This is the kind of dazed enthusiasm Elliott Smith generates.<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>When Elliott fans argue, we\u2019re putatively arguing with each other, but we\u2019re also arguing with competing versions of Elliott. There are people who see him as unflappably morose, the \u201csadcore\u201d singer the press wanted him to be. There are people who see his lyrics as a codex to his relationships and life experiences, almost everything charting one\u2011to-one, map to territory. As Elliott explained once, almost apologetically, \u201cThere are pieces of me in other people and I don\u2019t really always know how much of a song is really me and how much is other people.\u201d Listening to \u201cChristian Brothers,\u201d the second track of his self\u2011titled album, for the first time, I wondered the same thing: There was the inexorable climb of the guitar melody, pressing toward a fight; the high hiss of Elliott\u2019s voice in the chorus; the soft threat of his curses. \u201cChristian Brothers\u201d is a song about confronting a father figure, but the song instantly became about my own relationship with my father. It was like looking in a mirror that Elliott offered up and seeing a familiar face.<\/p>\n<span class=\"caption\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"276037\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/what-it-means-to-love-elliott-smith\/030_nobody_9780593475669_ins_r1\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/030_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"1604,1096\" 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=\"030_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/030_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-1240x847.jpg\" class=\"wp-image-276037 size-large\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/030_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-1240x847.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1240\" height=\"847\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/030_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-1240x847.jpg 1240w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/030_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-300x205.jpg 300w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/030_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-768x525.jpg 768w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/030_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-60x41.jpg 60w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/030_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-1536x1050.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/030_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-50x34.jpg 50w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/030_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1.jpg 1604w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1240px) 100vw, 1240px\" \/> Elliott and Sam Coomes at Abbey Road, October 1998. Elliot described Sam as his only contemporary. Photograph by Joanna Bolme.<\/span>\n<p>There are the guitar jockeys and the music theorists, and then there are the people who are here to post pictures of Elliott with pink hair or a silly blond wig with bangs or a mustache made out of tape or a picture of his tattoo of Ferdinand the Bull, just so we don\u2019t forget goofy, sweet Elliott, the person who couldn\u2019t hurt anyone, even if he did. The Elliott who wrote the soft, painfully resigned \u201cTwilight\u201d (\u201cand if I went with you \/ I\u2019d disappoint you too\u201d) is also the Elliott who would confidently play Rachmaninoff from memory, blitzing up and down the piano; the Elliott who loved the Kinks but also <i>Xena: Warrior Princess<\/i>; the Elliott who kept cracking himself up trying to whistle \u201cJealous Guy\u201d; who spent hours pretending to be a French hairdresser as he cut his oldest sister\u2019s hair and wrote his college thesis on poststructuralist feminist jurisprudence.<\/p>\n<p>As I worked on his biography, Elliott\u2019s friends and family told me about a lanky teenage boy who took his little sister on picnics and taught her what <i>apartheid <\/i>means; an anxious college student who couldn\u2019t sleep until he had listened to Elvis Costello\u2019s <i>Trust <\/i>all the way through; a musician who would catch your eye in the studio and then pretend to walk downstairs until the top of his head vanished under the control room window. He was musically omnivorous, in love with George Harrison but also Marvin Gaye, the Saints, Nico, Lead Belly, Paul Westerberg, and Chet Baker. He was wry, thoughtful, infuriating, impossibly bad at keeping in touch. He could be a contrarian for the joy of it. He hated the Eagles but once got in a debate with a girlfriend, trying to convince her that the chord progression in \u201cHotel California\u201d was interesting enough to be salvageable. Sometimes he was angry that he hadn\u2019t written \u201cRocket Man.\u201d \u201cLiterally angry,\u201d his friend Garrick Duckler told me.<\/p>\n<p>They talked, too, about Elliott\u2019s vulnerability to the world. He could be swamped by his feelings, like a kid wearing a shirt several sizes too big. He walked out of movies because he couldn\u2019t bear to see children hurt, even in a fictional context, and tucked hundred\u2011dollar bills into the shoes of people sleeping on the street. He drank in books, whether he was at home with Stendhal or on the tour bus with a textbook on quantum physics propped on his knees\u2014Garrick says that Elliott always talked about books \u201clike he had just had a long, exhausting conversation with them\u201d\u2014and he connected profoundly with Dostoyevsky, whose characters flicker so helplessly between rage and despair, guilt and panic and ecstatic love.<\/p>\n<p>But mostly there is, in the public memory, a dark Elliott. He was called \u201cMr. Misery\u201d by <i>The Guardian<\/i>, asked by <i>Revolver <\/i>if he wanted to be \u201cwillfully miserable,\u201d given a \u201cmope rating\u201d of five rain clouds by <i>CMJ New Music Monthly<\/i>. \u201cOh, Elliott,\u201d <i>Pitchfork <\/i>asked. \u201cAre things really that bad?\u201d After he died, <i>SPIN <\/i>magazine congratulated itself, in an editor\u2019s note, for producing a \u201cdetailed, empathetic look at the last years of Elliott Smith\u2019s life.\u201d The article begins by comparing Elliott to \u201can indigent blind man who had wandered up the steps to the stage.\u201d In <i>Hazlitt <\/i>several years ago, a writer coronated Elliott \u201cthe McCartney of Methadone,\u201d a \u201cKaty Perry\u201d of the \u201ccatchy jumper\u2019s anthem,\u201d writing archly about \u201cmelodies as irresistible as car commercial jingles about dreaming of a disappeared lover from a pool of drool in a dive bar.\u201d<\/p>\n<span class=\"caption\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"276038\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/what-it-means-to-love-elliott-smith\/021_nobody_9780593475669_ins_r1\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/021_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"1536,2048\" 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=\"021_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/021_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-768x1024.jpg\" class=\"wp-image-276038 \" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/021_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-768x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"801\" height=\"1068\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/021_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/021_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/021_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-45x60.jpg 45w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/021_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-1152x1536.jpg 1152w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/021_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-38x50.jpg 38w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/021_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1.jpg 1536w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 801px) 100vw, 801px\" \/> Elliott and Joanna Bolme at Satyricon in 1995. \u201cI love that she loved him,\u201d Neil says. \u201cThat she saw him and understood right away what his beauty was.\u201d Courtesy of Bruce Greif.<\/span>\n<p>When an artist dies, who gets to be remembered for their art, and who gets caught in the amber of their death? Longevity helps; if Picasso hadn\u2019t outlived his Blue Period and <i>Guernica <\/i>by a long stretch of years, he might be dinted today as indulgently moody. At eighty\u2011two Leonard Cohen was still making decadently sad albums\u2014his last, <i>You Want It Darker<\/i>, only months before his death\u2014but because he wore a suit and spent time as a monk, he\u2019s remembered less as a poet laureate of melancholy, more as a poet, full stop. Elliott has been swallowed up by a darkness that fully consumed him only at the end. It\u2019s never seemed\u2014to use a childish word\u2014fair. \u201cThere\u2019s kind of an inordinate amount of focus on whether I\u2019m personally happy or not,\u201d Elliott said once. \u201cIf you have a bad dream, does that mean that you\u2019re not a happy person? I mean, that\u2019s the same place that songs come from.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">Elliott has been swallowed up by a darkness that fully consumed him only at the end. It\u2019s never seemed\u2014to use a childish word\u2014fair.<\/p>\n<p>He is often understood, rightly and wrongly, as a kind of unfiltered confessional poet. That\u2019s partly a misunderstanding born of his productivity. There was a period in the nineties when his output\u2014dozens and dozens of perfect songs\u2014was so prodigious that it thwarts human understanding. The musician Neil Gust, Elliott\u2019s close friend for years, remembers being staggered by it. It reminded him of what Allen Ginsberg had said about Bob Dylan\u2014how Dylan had become one with his breath, \u201ca column of air.\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s where Elliott got,\u201d Neil says. \u201cHe got to a place where it just lined up. He just couldn\u2019t not nail it.\u201d And yet Elliott\u2019s art was also considered. Like Elizabeth Bishop, he polished his words over years; like Chekhov, he examined his characters from a thoughtful, compassionate distance, turning them over in his hands. He wrote songs \u201cas full of mystery and suggestion as an overheard conversation,\u201d as one critic observed. In the years since his death, demos and early drafts sung in concert have shown how deliberately Elliott pared his lyrics back and tinkered with phrases, sometimes changing lines even after an album was finished. Luke Wood, his A&amp;R rep at DreamWorks, watched him write out four or five sets of the same lyrics, revising the pronouns. His longtime producer, Rob Schnapf, remembers Elliott taking a finished song off <i>XO <\/i>because he was unhappy with the word <i>the<\/i>. \u201cThat\u2019s not even a word!\u201d Rob says, laughing.<\/p>\n<p>Elliott was also mispegged as a folk singer during his lifetime, to his own bafflement; his music has a pop architecture that runs deep, and an architecture that goes deeper than that is purely, idiosyncratically Elliott. When I spoke to the virtuoso jazz pianist Brad Mehldau, who released a tribute album last year, he stressed that Elliott was \u201cdeeply original\u201d as a harmonist, with songs full of movement that recall not Dylan, but the Zombies, Faur\u00e9, and Wayne Shorter. \u201cThe final effect is an emotional one,\u201d he says. \u201cIt\u2019s an emotional landscape that\u2019s not just primary colors, but full of pastels and wonderful blurred hues.\u201d The producer David McConnell, who worked on Elliott\u2019s final album, compares the typical song to racing around a track, hitting the same predictable markers over and over\u2014verse, chorus, verse, chorus. What Elliott was doing was more like cross\u2011country: continual discovery, the landscape always changing underfoot. \u201cHe wasn\u2019t predictable,\u201d David told me. \u201cHe would even fool himself, you know, and that\u2019s what he wanted to do. He wanted to fool everybody.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Elliott has no true written archive. Correspondence carried out through EarthLink and Hotmail addresses has, with a few exceptions, vanished into the ether. He rarely kept papers. In interviews, he often skirted the truth. One of the fullest troves of documents consists of 150 pieces of paper tucked into plastic sleeves, often just napkins he jotted lines on at a bar. The rest I\u2019ve scavenged from friends, former lovers, producers, and scattered set lists, made available for the first time. My narrative is also informed by hundreds of bootlegs and access to unreleased recordings granted by his estate.<\/p>\n<span class=\"caption\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"276039\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/what-it-means-to-love-elliott-smith\/004_nobody_9780593475669_ins_r1\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/004_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1.jpeg\" data-orig-size=\"640,432\" 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=\"004_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/004_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1.jpeg\" class=\"wp-image-276039 \" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/004_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"801\" height=\"541\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/004_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1.jpeg 640w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/004_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-300x203.jpeg 300w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/004_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-60x41.jpeg 60w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/004_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-50x34.jpeg 50w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 801px) 100vw, 801px\" \/> Gary, Elliott, and Rachel ca. 1979. Courtesy of the Smith family.<\/span>\n<p>These scraps are precious, vital; they are also insufficient. A biography of Elliott Smith must instead be written from oral history, from memory, interviews with 140 people who knew him at all stages of his life\u2014a mosaic that slowly illuminates the contours of a human face. Elliott revealed different facets of himself in every encounter. \u201cPeople are really kaleidoscopic,\u201d he remarked once, using a word he loved, and I\u2019ve tried to capture that quality in him. As his friend James Clark told me, \u201cI don\u2019t think anyone really understands him completely, which is how he\u2019d want it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I have been moved throughout this process by everyone who has put their trust in me. To some extent, that trust was hard\u2011won\u2014it took about a year of outreach, sometimes two or three, before most people would talk with me\u2014but it was also given on faith that a stranger who did not know Elliott could somehow be equipped to write about him. As Elliott\u2019s friend Scott McPherson told me, \u201cI thought you would be a good caretaker for this story.\u201d \u201cI think we all feel that way,\u201d Larry Crane, the estate\u2019s archivist, said.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ve tried to give Elliott the biography he might have wanted, with the understanding that he probably wouldn\u2019t have wanted a biography at all. To that effect, I\u2019ve written a book that focuses on Elliott\u2019s music and the music that mattered to him, the songs and artists that made him feel the way so many of us feel about Elliott. And I\u2019ve written a book that understands his story in the context of everyone he cared about, including, for the first time, his family and nearly all of his romantic partners. I think he would have wanted that, the spotlight on the people he loved. Sometimes that meant being honest about hearts he had broken, including his own.<\/p>\n<span class=\"caption\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"276040\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/what-it-means-to-love-elliott-smith\/005_nobody_9780593475669_ins_r1\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/005_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1.png\" data-orig-size=\"1142,1736\" 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=\"005_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/005_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-674x1024.png\" class=\"wp-image-276040 \" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/005_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-674x1024.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"800\" height=\"1215\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/005_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-674x1024.png 674w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/005_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-197x300.png 197w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/005_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-768x1167.png 768w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/005_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-39x60.png 39w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/005_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-33x50.png 33w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/005_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1.png 1142w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/> Elliott with the guitar his father gave him, ca. 1981. \u201cWhen I was about twelve or thirteen, my dad gave me an inflatable raft and a nylon-\u00adstring guitar for my birthday,\u201d he said. \u201cI liked the raft a lot better at first.\u201d Courtesy of the Smith family.<\/span>\n<p>Elliott\u2019s lyrics acknowledge that some things are hard and never get better. The brightness in his songs, the crack where the light gets in, as Leonard Cohen puts it, is in the recognition he shines on difficulty, the phrase that\u2019s like a fishing line that hooks your heart: \u201cusing all your strength to keep the world at an arm\u2019s length\u201d; \u201cpeople you\u2019ve been before \/ that you don\u2019t want around anymore.\u201d His songs trace our own contradictions and inner arguments, the warring impulses that tip us over into people we never wanted to be or reel us back from the edge. The joy of his songs, the counterargument to their pain, lies within the melodies. \u201cI wrote a lot of sweet, happy melodies this time,\u201d Elliott said wryly of <i>XO<\/i>. \u201cThe songs aren\u2019t really happy. But you can pretend they\u2019re happy.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>At the Fonda in 2003, where he promised not to end on a sad song, he was more earnest. \u201cSome songs are sad, but they make you happy anyway,\u201d he says, looking delicate, knees turned in, fiddling with the opening chords to \u201cStrung Out Again.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The softness of his voice, the comfort of his hum in \u201cRoman Candle,\u201d the unearthly beauty of \u201cWaltz #1,\u201d the moment in \u201cPitseleh\u201d when he reminds you that \u201cno one deserves\u201d the pain they\u2019re put through, followed by a flood of piano that sweeps you up in compassion and human understanding\u2014that\u2019s not just pretend happiness; that\u2019s happiness.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">______________________________<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"275974\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/what-it-means-to-love-elliott-smith\/attachment\/9780593475669\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/9780593475669-scaled.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"1696,2560\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"9780593475669\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/9780593475669-678x1024.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-275974\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/9780593475669-199x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"199\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/9780593475669-199x300.jpg 199w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/9780593475669-678x1024.jpg 678w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/9780593475669-768x1160.jpg 768w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/9780593475669-40x60.jpg 40w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/9780593475669-1017x1536.jpg 1017w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/9780593475669-1356x2048.jpg 1356w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/9780593475669-33x50.jpg 33w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/9780593475669-scaled.jpg 1696w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 199px) 100vw, 199px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>From<\/em> <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780593475669\">Nobody Broke Your Heart: An Intimate Biography of Elliott Smith<\/a><em> by Jamie Fisher, to be published on August 25th, 2026 by Dutton, an imprint of Penguin Publishing Group, a division of Penguin Random House, LLC. Copyright \u00a9 2026 by Jamie Fisher. Featured image: Elliott at the 9:30 Club in DC, May 2000 in DC, May 2000. Photograph by Meagan Perkins<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>One of the last videos taken of Elliott Smith shows him at the Fonda Theatre, in Los Angeles. He\u2019s sitting in a metal stacking chair, wearing faded dark pants and a T\u2011shirt that says i <3 metal, a little slumped<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":31743,"featured_media":276041,"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":[43102,11,43094,43092],"tags":[14748,111886,13166,11682,111887,39238,16228,37117],"class_list":["post-275973","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-biography","category-fullwidth-slider","category-music","category-newsandculture","tag-dutton","tag-elliott-smith","tag-jamie-fisher","tag-musicians","tag-nobody-broke-your-heart-an-intimate-biography-of-elliott-smith","tag-penguin-publishing-group","tag-penguin-random-house","tag-singer-songwriters","story-type-musicians"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-19Nb","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/037_NOBODY_9780593475669_ins_r1-1.jpeg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275973","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\/31743"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=275973"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275973\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/276041"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=275973"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=275973"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=275973"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":276248,"date":"2026-08-27T05:10:58","date_gmt":"2026-08-27T09:10:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=276248"},"modified":"2026-08-27T07:43:00","modified_gmt":"2026-08-27T11:43:00","slug":"help-my-writing-group-think-my-latest-story-was-really-funny-it-wasnt-meant-to-be","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/help-my-writing-group-think-my-latest-story-was-really-funny-it-wasnt-meant-to-be\/","title":{"rendered":"Help, My Writing Group Thinks My Latest Story Was Really Funny: It Wasn\u2019t Meant to Be"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Hello again, gentle readers!<\/p>\n<p>Welcome back to another delightful installment of everyone\u2019s favorite bimonthly drunken advice column, <em>Am I the Literary Asshole?<\/em> It\u2019s a column designed to bring hope, faith, and a love of happy hour libations to all God\u2019s favored children (that\u2019s us, in case you were wondering). I\u2019m your host, Kristen Arnett, and I\u2019m happy to say that I made it out to Austin for my teaching gig at the Michener Center! The temperatures here are higher than Florida, if you can believe it. My humidity levels are at an all-time low, which means this swamp rat has started drinking copious amounts of water to deal with the heat. I know, I couldn\u2019t believe it, either. Water! Apparently all the most hydrated kids are doing it.<\/p>\n<p>Speaking of water, why don\u2019t we help ourselves to a couple of the ranch variety and crack those open, then get straight to sipping? Some nice questions on the docket today. Let\u2019s jump right in, folks:<\/p>\n<p><strong>1)\u00a0 Maybe you\u2019ve gotten asked this before and I missed it, but on the off chance you haven\u2019t how can I tell if an editor has sent me good edits or bad and unhelpful ones? I\u2019ve had a piece accepted by a publication, and while I\u2019m excited to have my work out in the world, the person who\u2019s been editing me has a lot of things they\u2019d like changed before it\u2019s ready for pub. Yesterday they sent over a google doc filled with all kind of comments and even big sections that have been marked for deletion.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Oh, this is a great question! And definitely not one I\u2019ve answered before, so thanks for submitting it.<\/p>\n<p>I know very little about the work in question here (don\u2019t know what it\u2019s about, where you are in your career, how many times you\u2019ve published before, if you\u2019ve worked with other editors on projects in various levels of completion, etc). What I can tell you, however, is that there are ways to distinguish between a good edit and a bad edit, even if we\u2019re talking about writing that might need a little more finessing and time put into it than others.<\/p>\n<p>A good editor is someone who offers feedback and suggestions that enhance the work that you\u2019ve already crafted. They see your vision. They understand what you\u2019re trying to make and want to help your particular voice shine through. They ask helpful questions.<\/p>\n<p>Does that mean making some deep cuts? Occasionally, sure. Deleting extraneous sections that veer away from your chosen topic can tighten the piece and make your points more salient and clear. These large-scale edits happen to everyone at one time or another. When we\u2019re excited and making something we can get lost in the weeds. A good editor holds the map in their capable hands. They keep us fixed on the right path.<\/p>\n<p>Now, is it true there are bad editors? Yes, or at the very least, they\u2019re a bad fit for you and your work. A bad fit editor takes what you\u2019ve made and tries to turn it into something they would write. Instead of helping you build your own thing, they take over the design and try to make it square with their own tastes and ideas. But again, truly, this isn\u2019t often the case. And you can ask follow up question to either confirm or deny this. Do you feel that they understand what you\u2019re trying to build? Can they articulate what the piece means to you and what is most important to the text? If they cannot, that could be a red flag.<\/p>\n<p>But I\u2019d urge you to take a hard look at these edits you\u2019ve received and ask yourself, very sincerely, if they\u2019re really all that bad. Lots of notes doesn\u2019t mean you\u2019ve been given a bad edit. It could indicate that you\u2019ve submitted something that needs a lot more work than originally anticipated. Be honest with yourself. Be receptive to well-meaning feedback and criticism. In a world of steadily diminishing artistic practices, we are so goddamn lucky to have editors. Everyone\u2019s work needs an edit, myself very much included. Go forward in good faith. And unless someone shows you otherwise, trust that this editor has your best interests at heart.<\/p>\n<p>Let\u2019s head back to the ranch for another of their famous waters. Next caller:<\/p>\n<p><strong>2) Hey Dad! I\u2019ve been working on a novel for several years now. As time has passed and I\u2019ve continued drafting, I\u2019ve come to the realization that this is actually two different books. Do I just throw the whole thing out?\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>This is a tough one. You\u2019ve spent a lot of time with this project; you\u2019re the one who knows it best. I can\u2019t answer if this is actually two different books because I haven\u2019t spent any time with this work, and I don\u2019t know your writing, or how you talk to yourself about it. It\u2019s absolutely possible that the writing has divided itself into two separate camps. Maybe this is a project that took on too much life and needed to be focused on one idea or the other. But again, there\u2019s no way for me to know any of this because I haven\u2019t read any of it.<\/p>\n<p>However, I have to wonder if you might sit with this for a moment and consider what\u2019s caused you to make this assessment. Is it because you truly feel like it\u2019s two separate projects? Or are you nervous because it feels big and that scares you? Have you worked on one part longer and it\u2019s starting to drag you down? Is one part newer to you, and subsequently fresher feeling, and you want to work on it instead because it feels more exciting?<\/p>\n<p>Listen, novels take on lives of their own. That\u2019s how we know they\u2019re actually doing something important and significant. It should be kinda scary to write a novel, because it means it\u2019s large and takes up space and time and care and a big chunk of our lives. It\u2019s completely possible you\u2019ve discovered that you\u2019ve been writing toward the wrong end. And yes, that means you need to pick up the single thread and discard the other. Only you can be the one to really know the answer. You gut will tell you the truth.<\/p>\n<p>But! <i>Listen to your gut<\/i>. Does it really feel like two different books? Or are you worried that you must choose a single path to make the project happen?<\/p>\n<p>If it\u2019s the latter, try to stick with it. To sit with it. At least for a little while. Wrangle it a bit, my friend. It can be easier to tell ourselves that we don\u2019t have the chops to do something. Much harder to try. Get excited about being scared. No good art is made in a space where risks aren\u2019t involved.<\/p>\n<p>Okay, last drink? Let\u2019s toast and then have an actual water after we do this last question; for real, I\u2019m incredibly dehydrated:<\/p>\n<p><strong>3) I have a workshop cohort (many of them longtime writing friends from a program) and we share work quarterly. My last submission was a speculative story that leaned more horror, which is a new style for me. When we met up to discuss, there was a lot of talk about how funny the story was. I did not mean for it to be humorous. Like, not at all. The whole thing made me sick. Which then made me embarrassed. I don\u2019t think anyone was trying to be mean (or an a**hole, per your column), but where do we go from here?<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Buddy, I\u2019m sorry they hurt your feelings!<\/p>\n<p>The important note here is that you don\u2019t think anyone did this on purpose. We can work with that. Because you don\u2019t have to leave your writing group over it. And you don\u2019t have to stop writing what interests you and what makes you excited about art, either!<\/p>\n<p>What I am going to encourage you to do is have an honest conversation with everyone involved. Notice I said \u201chonest\u201d here, not accusatory. What I want you to do is let everyone know that you\u2019re trying something new out, stylistically, and would love it if future feedback could take that into account. I don\u2019t know exactly how your group runs things\u2014each writing collective is different\u2014but perhaps you could even offer up your own questions at the start of each review. Things that you feel would actually be helpful to know in lieu of a broad sweep of critique.<\/p>\n<p>Mostly I\u2019d like you to take heart. Not everyone thinks the same things are scary. Not everyone laughs at the same things, either! And it\u2019s completely possible that the people in this particular group aren\u2019t your readers when it comes to speculative or horror. But please, before you write them and this endeavor off completely, have this hard conversation. I think you\u2019ll be (pleasantly) surprised how well things turn out.<\/p>\n<p>And that\u2019s our show, folks! Join me next time when I\u2019ll be answering more of your pressing questions (send those <a href=\"https:\/\/docs.google.com\/forms\/d\/1jHmmgpPyWwy1D_ZUmaW6Z0IvWZKOLdLIU01Sa_EzZGY\/edit\">anonymous ones HERE<\/a>) and hopefully I manage to cool down while I continue to hydrate.<\/p>\n<p><em>Beat the heat,<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Dad<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">__________________________<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Are you worried you\u2019re the literary asshole? Ask Kristen via email at <a href=\"mailto:AskKristen@lithub.com\">AskKristen@lithub.com<\/a>, or <a href=\"https:\/\/docs.google.com\/forms\/d\/1jHmmgpPyWwy1D_ZUmaW6Z0IvWZKOLdLIU01Sa_EzZGY\/edit\">anonymously here.<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/docs.google.com\/forms\/d\/1jHmmgpPyWwy1D_ZUmaW6Z0IvWZKOLdLIU01Sa_EzZGY\/edit\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"232342\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/am-i-the-literary-asshle-judging-your-bad-bookish-behavior\/am-l-the-literary-asshole-1\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/AM-l-THE-LITERARY-ASSHOLE.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"548,546\" 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;AM l THE LITERARY ASSHOLE? - 1&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"AM l THE LITERARY ASSHOLE? &amp;#8211; 1\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/AM-l-THE-LITERARY-ASSHOLE.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-232342\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/AM-l-THE-LITERARY-ASSHOLE.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"165\" height=\"164\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/AM-l-THE-LITERARY-ASSHOLE.jpg 548w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/AM-l-THE-LITERARY-ASSHOLE-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/AM-l-THE-LITERARY-ASSHOLE-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/AM-l-THE-LITERARY-ASSHOLE-60x60.jpg 60w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/AM-l-THE-LITERARY-ASSHOLE-109x109.jpg 109w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/AM-l-THE-LITERARY-ASSHOLE-100x100.jpg 100w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/AM-l-THE-LITERARY-ASSHOLE-50x50.jpg 50w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 165px) 100vw, 165px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hello again, gentle readers! Welcome back to another delightful installment of everyone\u2019s favorite bimonthly drunken advice column, Am I the Literary Asshole? It\u2019s a column designed to bring hope, faith, and a love of happy hour libations to all God\u2019s<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1764,"featured_media":276250,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[43071,43069,6],"tags":[92580,16348,350,7508,28771,113,16005,1341,36535],"class_list":["post-276248","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-craft-and-advice","category-craftandcriticism","category-features","tag-am-i-the-literary-asshole","tag-drafts","tag-editing","tag-editors","tag-kristen-arnett","tag-novels","tag-submissions","tag-writing","tag-writing-groups"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-19RC","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/people-laughing.png","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276248","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\/1764"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=276248"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276248\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/276250"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=276248"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=276248"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=276248"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":275940,"date":"2026-08-27T05:08:59","date_gmt":"2026-08-27T09:08:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=275940"},"modified":"2026-08-24T20:32:19","modified_gmt":"2026-08-25T00:32:19","slug":"the-letter-doula-how-to-help-a-life-arrive-on-the-page","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/the-letter-doula-how-to-help-a-life-arrive-on-the-page\/","title":{"rendered":"The Letter Doula: How to Help a Life Arrive on the Page"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>For years, I believed people avoided letter writing because they lacked time. But after teaching leadership, communication, and storytelling to thousands of students, I\u2019ve come to believe something else entirely: People do not avoid writing because they\u2019re busy, or even because they have nothing to say. They avoid writing because they know, deep down, that the letter may be saved, may be re-read, even\u00a0 answered. A text can disappear into a scroll. An email can be deleted in a swipe. But a letter\u2014especially a handwritten one\u2014feels dangerously permanent. It asks us to choose what deserves to outlive us.<\/p>\n<p>I have become less a writer and more a letter doula: someone who helps usher difficult truths, buried gratitude, overdue apologies, impossible love, and unfinished grief safely into the world. When my students struggle to write speeches, they often believe the problem is craft. They ask questions about structure, transitions, hooks, and conclusions. But usually the real problem sits somewhere deeper. We live in an age of performance writing. We curate ourselves constantly. Even our vulnerability now arrives edited, filtered, captioned, and optimized for engagement. We have become remarkably skilled at sounding like people who feel deeply while revealing almost nothing.<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">A text can disappear into a scroll. An email can be deleted in a swipe. But a letter\u2014especially a handwritten one\u2014feels dangerously permanent.<\/p>\n<p>Letters resist that instinct. A real letter does not survive on branding. A real letter eventually asks of the writer: What do you actually mean? And perhaps more frighteningly: Will you say it plainly?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>*<br \/>\nPrompt #1: Write Toward One Person, Not the World<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Can you right now, pause and think of one person whose face changes when they see you enter a room. One person. Now finish this sentence privately:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>What I have never fully told you is\u2026<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Do not worry about elegance. Do not aim for profundity. The human nervous system recognizes sincerity faster than polish. Some of the most unforgettable lines in history are structurally simple. \u201cI miss you.\u201d \u201cI forgive you.\u201d \u201cI was wrong.\u201d \u201cThank you for loving me when I was difficult to love.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Years ago, I began writing letters not because I had literary ambitions, but because certain experiences refused to stay quiet inside me. Some letters were written to people I adored. Others were written to people who hurt me. A few were written to people who would never read them at all. And that is when I discovered something important about writing in general: Writing is not always communication. Sometimes writing is clarification, or excavation of what we actually feel or believe.<\/p>\n<p>A letter creates immediate emotional stakes. Unlike a journal entry, a letter presumes relationship. Even if unsent, it imagines witness. Someone is on the other side of the page.<\/p>\n<p>The irony is that people often wait to write until they feel emotionally resolved. But resolution is overrated. Some of the most powerful writing emerges mid-confusion. You do not need closure to begin. You need willingness. I have seen students write extraordinary things immediately after admitting they \u201cdidn\u2019t know what to say.\u201d That phrase itself is often the doorway. Uncertainty sounds human. And readers trust humanity far more than certainty.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>*<br \/>\nPrompt #2: Begin Before You Understand<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Take out a blank page and write this sentence at the top:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>I do not entirely understand why this matters to me, but\u2026<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Then keep your pen moving for seven uninterrupted minutes.<\/p>\n<p>No deleting, rereading, correcting grammar, or performing intelligence.<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">A real letter does not survive on branding. A real letter eventually asks of the writer: What do you actually mean? And perhaps more frighteningly: Will you say it plainly?<\/p>\n<p>Just movement.<\/p>\n<p>Most people stop writing at the exact moment they are about to say something real. Keep going thirty seconds past that point. That is usually where the truth begins.<\/p>\n<p>I worry sometimes that we are becoming emotionally fluent in reaction but emotionally illiterate in reflection. We react instantly now. We comment instantly. We post instantly. But meaningful writing often requires incubation. A letter asks us to sit beside our own thoughts long enough to hear them fully formed. That kind of patience can feel uncomfortable at first. Silence usually does. But silence is where original thought lives.<\/p>\n<p>Letter writing matters because it trains us to notice what deserves articulation before it is too late. That may be the central task of all meaningful writing. To rescue what would otherwise go unsaid.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>*<br \/>\nFinal Prompt: The Unwritten Letter<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Somewhere in your life there is a letter you already know you should write. You have rehearsed pieces of it in the shower. While driving. At 2 a.m. While watching someone sleep. At a funeral. At an airport gate.<\/p>\n<p>You already know the recipient, the purpose, even the opening line. Write the letter you have been postponing. Not tomorrow. Not when you feel eloquent. Not when you feel healed. Not when you finally \u201chave the words.\u201d The words arrive through writing.<\/p>\n<p>And if you are very lucky, years from now someone may hold your pages in their hands and feel less alone because you finally chose to say the thing you meant. That is not merely correspondence. That is literature at its most human.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">_______________________________<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"275941\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/the-letter-doula-how-to-help-a-life-arrive-on-the-page\/alifeinletters\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/ALifeinLetters.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"535,800\" 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=\"ALifeinLetters\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/ALifeinLetters.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-275941\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/ALifeinLetters-201x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"201\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/ALifeinLetters-201x300.jpg 201w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/ALifeinLetters-40x60.jpg 40w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/ALifeinLetters-33x50.jpg 33w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/ALifeinLetters.jpg 535w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 201px) 100vw, 201px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9798891389229\">A Life in Letters: Notes and Prompts for a Return to Pen and Paper<\/a> <em>by Ronda Beaman is available from Amplify Publishing.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>For years, I believed people avoided letter writing because they lacked time. But after teaching leadership, communication, and storytelling to thousands of students, I\u2019ve come to believe something else entirely: People do not avoid writing because they\u2019re busy, or even<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":31722,"featured_media":275972,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[43071,43069,6],"tags":[111878,111876,5368,1993,111877],"class_list":["post-275940","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-craft-and-advice","category-craftandcriticism","category-features","tag-a-life-in-letters-notes-and-prompts-for-a-return-to-pen-and-paper","tag-amplify-publishing","tag-letter-writing","tag-letters","tag-ronda-beaman","story-type-letters"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-19ME","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/writing-pencil-old-letter-paper-font-1373053-pxhere.com-1.jpg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275940","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\/31722"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=275940"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275940\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/275972"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=275940"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=275940"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=275940"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":275868,"date":"2026-08-27T05:08:47","date_gmt":"2026-08-27T09:08:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=275868"},"modified":"2026-08-23T21:54:10","modified_gmt":"2026-08-24T01:54:10","slug":"short-but-sweet-nine-novellas-to-read-in-a-single-afternoon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/short-but-sweet-nine-novellas-to-read-in-a-single-afternoon\/","title":{"rendered":"Short But Sweet: Nine Novellas To Read In a Single Afternoon"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In anticipation of the publication of my novella, <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9781646037537\"><i>American Moon<\/i><\/a>, I\u2019ve been thinking a lot about the form. Novellas are tiny in the world of books, but they\u2019re good for readers in a self-inflicted time-squeezed age. We all know that attention spans have shriveled in this era of social media and instant gratification. So, when could be a better time for the novella\u2014a literary genre that found its most popular footing during the Italian Renaissance (14th century)\u2014to reemerge with gusto?<\/p>\n<p>As a former broadcast journalist, tight storytelling has been in my writing wheelhouse. Brevity with weight was my sweet spot. And so, through this experience, I have found writing novellas far better suited to my own narrative approach. For me, the traditional novel, many times, is often just too much of a load to carry. And sometimes, the novel, certainly that big 400-page tome, can be overwhelming, daunting, and time-sucking for today\u2019s reader.<\/p>\n<p>Enter the novella. What reader wouldn\u2019t want to set aside just a couple of hours on a rainy afternoon to sink themselves into a good story with time leftover to get to the gym, to do laundry, to make dinner?<\/p>\n<p>There have always been short books, some traditionally noted as novellas (20,000-40,000 words), yet not marketed as such. Publishing houses have traditionally seen the novella as an outsider, a stepchild to the <i>real<\/i> book\u2014the novel. But that appears to be changing. And as an author with two novellas currently out in the world\u2014<i>The Islander<\/i> (Outpost19) and <i>Sandman<\/i> (Collective Ink Fiction)\u2014and another on the way, I couldn\u2019t be more thrilled, and readers should be, too.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s time to embrace the kind of story that can hold its own literary weight while respecting that you still have a full life to attend to. I urge you to pick up one or more of these modern-day novellas, fall into your favorite chair, and believe in the power of brevity.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">*<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"275872\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/short-but-sweet-nine-novellas-to-read-in-a-single-afternoon\/echoland-2\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/echoland.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"600,927\" 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=\"echoland\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/echoland.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-275872\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/echoland-194x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"194\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/echoland-194x300.jpg 194w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/echoland-39x60.jpg 39w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/echoland-32x50.jpg 32w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/echoland.jpg 600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 194px) 100vw, 194px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9781644450765\"><i>Echoland<\/i><\/a> by Per Petterson (160 pages)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>This coming-of-age story centers on a boy\u2019s summer trip to Denmark with his broken and grieving family, a small book focusing on just a few days but covering big emotions. The protagonist, a boy named Arvid, wrestles with suspicions about his family dynamic and the impossible task of dealing with a sorrow that is left unspoken. The story delivers tender and tragic daggers to the heart through a series of unsettling encounters that expose the awkwardness of puberty.\u00a0I particularly love Petterson\u2019s ability to turn the landscape into a character that, for all intents and purposes, interacts with a young boy\u2019s trauma.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"275874\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/short-but-sweet-nine-novellas-to-read-in-a-single-afternoon\/foster\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/foster.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"600,938\" 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=\"foster\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/foster.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-275874\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/foster-192x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"192\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/foster-192x300.jpg 192w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/foster-38x60.jpg 38w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/foster-32x50.jpg 32w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/foster.jpg 600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 192px) 100vw, 192px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780802160140\"><i>Foster<\/i><\/a> by Claire Keagan (90 pages)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I always believed that Keegan\u2019s mastery comes through what she leaves out of her story\u2014the unsaid, the unrevealed, the inner life. <i>Foster<\/i>\u2014so short it is sometimes referred to as a short story but has also been published as a standalone novella\u2014is narrated by a young Irish girl, achingly quiet and shy. Her troubled and impoverished family sends her to another family\u2019s farm so the girl\u2019s overwhelmed mother can give birth to yet another child. Family secrets come along with her to her temporary home, as the family struggles with unimaginable grief. Heartbreak is unexpressed, kindness is offered through subtle action, and love emerges at the edges of family pain.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"275875\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/short-but-sweet-nine-novellas-to-read-in-a-single-afternoon\/the-english-understand-wool\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-english-understand-wool.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"600,912\" 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 english understand wool\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-english-understand-wool.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-275875\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-english-understand-wool-197x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"197\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-english-understand-wool-197x300.jpg 197w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-english-understand-wool-39x60.jpg 39w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-english-understand-wool-33x50.jpg 33w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-english-understand-wool.jpg 600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 197px) 100vw, 197px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780811230070\"><i>The English Understand Wool<\/i><\/a> by Helen DeWitt (65 pages)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>DeWitt\u2019s narrator is a teenage girl whose demanding mother insists on proper upper-class behavior, befitting a young, wealthy Englishwoman. One of those \u201cbehaviors\u201d is how to live a fashionable life, the English version, which her mother believes only the English truly understand, certainly when it comes to wearing wool. But while this dynamic plays out, it is revealed that the young woman is trying to write a memoir, one that her publisher insists needs to be far more personal. <i>The English Understand Wool<\/i> is skillful, funny, and exposes, through twists and turns, the quirks and peculiarities of the privileged, of celebrity, and the publishing world.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"275876\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/short-but-sweet-nine-novellas-to-read-in-a-single-afternoon\/so-long-a-letter\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/so-long-a-letter.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"485,773\" 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=\"so long a letter\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/so-long-a-letter.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-275876\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/so-long-a-letter-188x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"188\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/so-long-a-letter-188x300.jpg 188w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/so-long-a-letter-38x60.jpg 38w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/so-long-a-letter-31x50.jpg 31w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/so-long-a-letter.jpg 485w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 188px) 100vw, 188px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><i>So Long a Letter<\/i> by Mariama B\u00e2 (90 pages)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Published in 1979, this novella is the oldest of the books noted here, but time has certainly not diminished its power. The book is a semi-autobiographical story from a Senegalese author, written as a letter from the main character, Ramatoulaye, to her best friend, following the death of the narrator\u2019s husband. The letter reveals a betrayal involving a secret marriage and confronts the struggles of a single Muslim mother of several children. The story wrestles with the undercurrents of Islamic culture, religion, colonialism, and deep societal pressures.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"275877\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/short-but-sweet-nine-novellas-to-read-in-a-single-afternoon\/a-long-winter-2\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/a-long-winter.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"600,839\" 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=\"a long winter\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/a-long-winter.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-275877\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/a-long-winter-215x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"215\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/a-long-winter-215x300.jpg 215w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/a-long-winter-43x60.jpg 43w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/a-long-winter-36x50.jpg 36w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/a-long-winter.jpg 600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 215px) 100vw, 215px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9781668212714\"><i>A Long Winter<\/i><\/a> by Colm T\u00f3ib\u00edn (135 pages)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Not unlike <i>Foster<\/i>, T\u00f3ib\u00edn\u2019s book was originally a short story, first published in 2005. In 2025, it was offered as a standalone novella as it delivers the literary weight of a full-length, traditional novel. The story is set in the foothills of the Spanish Pyrenees and revolves around a missing alcoholic mother, a woman who, it\u2019s believed, walks away from her home in a massive snowstorm to return to the village where she grew up. A desperate search is undertaken to find and save the mother or to discover her frozen body. The writing is evocative and economical. It\u2019s a heart-rending story of tragedy and regret.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"275878\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/short-but-sweet-nine-novellas-to-read-in-a-single-afternoon\/we-the-animals-5\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/we-the-animals.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"600,905\" 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=\"we the animals\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/we-the-animals.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-275878\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/we-the-animals-199x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"199\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/we-the-animals-199x300.jpg 199w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/we-the-animals-40x60.jpg 40w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/we-the-animals-33x50.jpg 33w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/we-the-animals.jpg 600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 199px) 100vw, 199px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780547844190\"><i>We the Animals<\/i><\/a> by Justin Torres (128 pages)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>This is a fierce coming-of-age story. It centers on the lives of three rowdy brothers and their struggle for identity as they deal with family chaos and the heartbreak of boyhood. Torres\u2019 story is told through the eyes of the youngest brother living with his siblings and his Brooklyn-born mother and father in upstate New York. The mother works a graveyard shift and is overwhelmed with parental responsibility. The father, a security guard, has an unpredictable and sometimes ferocious temper, so volatile and disturbing that the older brother cooks up a plan to kill his father and attempts to convince his reluctant younger siblings to go along with the plot. Torres\u2019 prose is at times lyrical, at times sparse, and splendidly poetic.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"275879\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/short-but-sweet-nine-novellas-to-read-in-a-single-afternoon\/perfection-2\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/perfection.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"600,887\" 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=\"perfection\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/perfection.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-275879\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/perfection-203x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"203\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/perfection-203x300.jpg 203w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/perfection-41x60.jpg 41w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/perfection-34x50.jpg 34w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/perfection.jpg 600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 203px) 100vw, 203px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9781681378725\"><i>Perfection<\/i><\/a><i> <\/i>by Vincenzo Latronico (136 pages)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The search and desire for the perfect life may be an admirable pursuit. But when does the pursuit become all-consuming? The young couple in Latronico\u2019s story is on a quest to discover their ultimate \u201chappy place\u201d in a world shaped by the illusion of happiness, fueled through image son social media and the technologies that dominate modern existence. The couple, from somewhere in Southern Europe but living in Berlin, is increasingly isolated from the people and places they have adopted as they fight a seemingly never-ending battle to turn the image of a perfect life into their reality. <i>Perfection<\/i>, a modern-day Greek tragedy in so many ways, was longlisted for the 2026 Booker Prize. Read it, and you\u2019ll see why.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"275880\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/short-but-sweet-nine-novellas-to-read-in-a-single-afternoon\/a-shining\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/a-shining.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"600,914\" 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=\"a shining\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/a-shining.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-275880\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/a-shining-197x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"197\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/a-shining-197x300.jpg 197w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/a-shining-39x60.jpg 39w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/a-shining-33x50.jpg 33w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/a-shining.jpg 600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 197px) 100vw, 197px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9781945492778\"><i>A Shining<\/i><\/a><i> <\/i>by John Fosse (112 pages)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The story begins like a horror tale: a broken-down car in the deep woods, the driver moving on foot through heavy snow to find help, trudging past abandoned rural homes as night begins to quickly fall. Fosse, a Norwegian writer and the recipient of the 2023 Nobel Prize in literature, writes with sensitivity for both the physical and the spiritual worlds. He delivers an unsettling story as the protagonist hears voices in the dark, encounters strange images of his parents, and believes he sees the vision of a lone man walking barefoot in the cold dark. <i>A Shining<\/i> reads at times like a fable, at times a spiritual parable, and at times a radiant mystery in just over 100 pages.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"275881\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/short-but-sweet-nine-novellas-to-read-in-a-single-afternoon\/still-life-with-meredith\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/still-life-with-meredith.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"250,400\" 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;1&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"still life with meredith\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/still-life-with-meredith.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-275881\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/still-life-with-meredith-188x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"188\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/still-life-with-meredith-188x300.jpg 188w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/still-life-with-meredith-38x60.jpg 38w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/still-life-with-meredith-31x50.jpg 31w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/still-life-with-meredith.jpg 250w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 188px) 100vw, 188px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9781944853693\"><i>Still Life with Meredith<\/i><\/a><i> <\/i>by Ann Lewinson (104 pages)\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>This is far from a shy book. Lewinson mixes sex, biting humor, outrageous behavior, and, of all things, a scattering of dead birds, giving the reader one hell of a literary ride. There is a palpable energy that moves through her prose, a power current of peril and danger not only in the story itself but in the use of language. One reviewer likens <i>Still Life with Meredith<\/i> to a \u201cfunhouse mirror.\u201d Not everything in the narrative is what it appears to be. It\u2019s a book packed with the unexpected and far deeper in its message than its 104 pages might suggest.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">_______________________________<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"275869\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/short-but-sweet-nine-novellas-to-read-in-a-single-afternoon\/american-moon\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/american-moon.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"600,842\" 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=\"american moon\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/american-moon.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-275869\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/american-moon-214x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"214\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/american-moon-214x300.jpg 214w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/american-moon-43x60.jpg 43w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/american-moon-36x50.jpg 36w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/american-moon.jpg 600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 214px) 100vw, 214px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9781646037537\">American Moon<\/a> <em>by David W. Berner is available from Regal House Publishing.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In anticipation of the publication of my novella, American Moon, I\u2019ve been thinking a lot about the form. Novellas are tiny in the world of books, but they\u2019re good for readers in a self-inflicted time-squeezed age. We all know that<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":31711,"featured_media":275927,"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":[107132,91330,111820,111828,111823,1624,111821,111822,84460,15435,111826,22319,38664,9716,21109,20102,338,66709,111824,111827,73654,111825,39490],"class_list":["post-275868","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-craftandcriticism","category-features","category-literary-criticism","category-readinglists","tag-a-long-winter","tag-a-shining","tag-american-moon","tag-ann-lewinson","tag-claire-keagan","tag-colm-toibin","tag-david-w-berner","tag-echoland","tag-foster","tag-helen-dewitt","tag-john-fosse","tag-justin-torres","tag-mariama-ba","tag-novellas","tag-per-petterson","tag-perfection","tag-reading-list","tag-regal-house-publishing","tag-so-long-a-letter","tag-still-life-with-meredith","tag-the-english-understand-wool","tag-vincenzo-latronico","tag-we-the-animals","story-type-novellas"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-19Lu","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/books.png","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275868","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\/31711"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=275868"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275868\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/275927"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=275868"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=275868"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=275868"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":275840,"date":"2026-08-27T05:08:15","date_gmt":"2026-08-27T09:08:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=275840"},"modified":"2026-09-18T17:57:23","modified_gmt":"2026-09-18T21:57:23","slug":"six-novels-that-try-to-keep-up-with-elizabeth-taylor","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/six-novels-that-try-to-keep-up-with-elizabeth-taylor\/","title":{"rendered":"Six Books That Try to Keep Up With Elizabeth Taylor"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I first saw Elizabeth Taylor in <i>The VIPs<\/i>, when I was a moony and impressionable teenager. There were nuances I surely missed, but the movie&#8217;s larger premise came through loud and clear: life could be fabulous, dramatic, and shaped\u2014perhaps even redeemed\u2014by love. I was hooked.<\/p>\n<p>Later, in college film courses, I began to understand the broader arc of Taylor\u2019s career, even as I continued to devour the juicy details of her life in gossip columns. Critics, I discovered, had placed her almost everywhere: in the pantheon and in the stocks, sometimes within the same review. Was she a great actress, a great beauty, the ultimate movie star, a creature of vulgar excess, or some magnificent combination of all four?<\/p>\n<p>The six books below offer very different ways of approaching that question. Some are scholarly, some deliciously indiscreet, all are perceptive in one way or another, and one plunges wholesale into obsession. None contains the whole of the real Elizabeth Taylor, nor could it, as I learned when I began to invent a faithful fiction of my own, for my new novel <i>The Woman Who Had Everything<\/i>. In the best way, Taylor was simply <i>too much<\/i>. That may be why reading about her remains such fun: a true diva always exceeds the available evidence, trailing some shimmer of the divine that mere reality cannot quite account for.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">*<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"275893\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/six-novels-that-try-to-keep-up-with-elizabeth-taylor\/version-1-0-0-106\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/a-passion-for-life.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"343,500\" 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;Version 1.0.0&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;Version 1.0.0&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Version 1.0.0\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"&lt;p&gt;Version 1.0.0&lt;\/p&gt;\n\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/a-passion-for-life.jpg\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-275893 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/a-passion-for-life-206x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"206\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/a-passion-for-life-206x300.jpg 206w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/a-passion-for-life-41x60.jpg 41w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/a-passion-for-life-34x50.jpg 34w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/a-passion-for-life.jpg 343w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 206px) 100vw, 206px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Donald Spoto, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.abebooks.com\/9780060176570\/Passion-Life-Biography-Elizabeth-Taylor-0060176571\/plp\"><i>A Passion for Life: The Biography of Elizabeth Taylor<\/i><\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>If you want to begin with Elizabeth rather than \u201cLiz,\u201d begin with Donald Spoto. His is the most conventionally serious biography of the bunch, and the one with the deepest interest in Taylor as an actress\u2014not simply as the proprietor of eight marriages, several world-famous diamonds, and a medical history that could fill a teaching hospital.<\/p>\n<p>Spoto is particularly good on the strange doubleness of Taylor\u2019s life: she was both the triumphant creator of an extraordinary public self and the first person it consumed. He sees the marriages not as a string of scandals but as attempts at transformation, each offering Taylor another part to play and another possible escape from the part she had been playing since childhood. At times, his psychological explanations may seem almost too orderly for a woman who lived so exuberantly in disorder. But no other biographer I\u2019ve read gets as close to explaining how the vulnerable child, the formidable actress, and the reckless soap opera heroine could all occupy the same five-foot-two-inch frame.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"275894\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/six-novels-that-try-to-keep-up-with-elizabeth-taylor\/the-last-star\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-last-star.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"647,1000\" 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=\"the last star\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-last-star.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-275894 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-last-star-194x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"194\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-last-star-194x300.jpg 194w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-last-star-39x60.jpg 39w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-last-star-32x50.jpg 32w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-last-star.jpg 647w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 194px) 100vw, 194px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Kitty Kelley, <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/p\/books\/elizabeth-taylor-the-last-star-kitty-kelley\/1defc52082634b44?ean=9781451656763&amp;bkshp-astro=t\"><i>Elizabeth Taylor: The Last Star<\/i><\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Kitty Kelley\u2019s unauthorized biography is the louche pleasure of the group. Kirkus memorably called it a \u201ctacky stroll\u201d through Taylor\u2019s life, and that is not entirely unfair. Kelley is much more interested in Taylor&#8217;s appetites\u2014for food, for men, for feuds\u2014than in the nuances of her acting. She assembles gossip with a prosecutorial enthusiasm, often relying on people who seem only too happy to settle an old score.<\/p>\n<p>And yet the book has become fascinating as a period object. Published in 1981, it captures the way Taylor was discussed before her AIDS activism, before the perfume empire, and before the culture reconsidered the courage and generosity of her later life. Here she is still the scandalous, overindulged bad girl of the tabloids, forever arriving late, spending too much, falling ill, falling in love, and making everyone furious.<\/p>\n<p>The best way to encounter this book, by the way, is in a battered vintage paperback like mine, found in a secondhand bookstore. An as-new hard cover or pristine digital edition might violate its spirit.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"275895\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/six-novels-that-try-to-keep-up-with-elizabeth-taylor\/liz\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/liz.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;1&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"liz\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/liz.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-275895 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/liz-199x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"199\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/liz-199x300.jpg 199w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/liz-40x60.jpg 40w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/liz-33x50.jpg 33w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/liz.jpg 265w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 199px) 100vw, 199px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>C. David Heymann, <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/p\/books\/liz-an-intimate-biography-of-elizabeth-taylor-updated-with-a-new-chapter-c-david-heymann\/f210247ebbf204a5?ean=9781439191880&amp;bkshp-astro=t\"><i>Liz: An Intimate Biography of Elizabeth Taylor<\/i><\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>C. David Heymann\u2019s <i>Liz<\/i> is considerably smoother and more intimate than Kelley\u2019s book. It moves with the confidence of someone who seems to have been admitted into every dressing room, bedroom, and hospital suite, and who is never short of the perfect line of dialogue. Taylor\u2019s life unfolds as a grand, breathless narrative, and Heymann knows exactly how to keep the pages turning.<\/p>\n<p>There is, however, reason to approach the most startling details with a raised eyebrow. Serious doubts have surfaced about Heymann&#8217;s methods as a biographer, so I would not use <i>Liz<\/i> as the sole supporting document in a sworn affidavit. But biography is not read only for evidence, is it? I read it also for atmosphere, for the sensation of being carried through another life. On those terms, <i>Liz<\/i> remains enormously seductive. Heymann conveys both the scale of Taylor&#8217;s existence and the extraordinary number of people who wanted to be near her and tell the world what she was <i>really<\/i> like.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"275896\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/six-novels-that-try-to-keep-up-with-elizabeth-taylor\/furious-love\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/furious-love.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"267,400\" 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;1&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"furious love\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/furious-love.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-275896 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/furious-love-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/furious-love-200x300.jpg 200w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/furious-love-40x60.jpg 40w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/furious-love-33x50.jpg 33w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/furious-love.jpg 267w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Sam Kashner and Nancy Schoenberger, <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/p\/books\/furious-love-elizabeth-taylor-richard-burton-and-the-marriage-of-the-century-nancy-schoenberger\/8be8934dd7b74b74?ean=9780061562853&amp;bkshp-astro=t\"><i>Furious Love<\/i><\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><i>Furious Love<\/i> is the book to read when you want not simply Elizabeth Taylor or Richard Burton but \u201cLiz and Dick,\u201d the international weather system they created together in the \u201860s and \u201870s. Kashner and Schoenberger treat the relationship as <i>the<\/i> great romantic spectacle of the twentieth century: an epic collision between the sublime and the sozzled, sustained by an apparently inexhaustible supply of Bulgari.<\/p>\n<p>The book\u2019s greatest asset is Burton\u2019s correspondence. His letters bring him rushing onto the page\u2014needy and self-mocking, jealous yet helplessly in love. Inevitably, this sometimes makes him the more legible half of the couple. Elizabeth, less inclined to anatomize herself in writing, remains the more mysterious force.<\/p>\n<p>The narrative can become repetitive, but then so did the relationship: passion &gt; quarrel &gt; separation &gt; gift &gt; reunion; repeat. The story\u2019s bagginess is part of its pleasure. <i>Furious Love<\/i> makes it easy to understand why the world didn\u2019t merely follow the Burtons but believed in them. They made romantic chaos look like a form of destiny, and occasionally like the world\u2019s most expensive traveling repertory production of <i>Who\u2019s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?<\/i><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"275897\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/six-novels-that-try-to-keep-up-with-elizabeth-taylor\/erotic-vagrancy\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/erotic-vagrancy.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"600,923\" 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=\"erotic vagrancy\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/erotic-vagrancy.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-275897 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/erotic-vagrancy-195x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"195\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/erotic-vagrancy-195x300.jpg 195w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/erotic-vagrancy-39x60.jpg 39w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/erotic-vagrancy-33x50.jpg 33w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/erotic-vagrancy.jpg 600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 195px) 100vw, 195px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Roger Lewis, <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/p\/books\/erotic-vagrancy-everything-about-richard-burton-and-elizabeth-taylor-roger-lewis\/036ed2f577f2586c?ean=9780857381743&amp;bkshp-astro=t\"><i>Erotic Vagrancy: Everything About Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor<\/i><\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The subtitle promises \u201ceverything,\u201d and Roger Lewis makes a heroic attempt to provide that. Enormous and exasperatingly unruly, <i>Erotic Vagrancy<\/i> is intensely personal. Promiscuously, Lewis writes about the Burtons, and about everything within reach of the Burtons, and then about everything within reach of <i>that<\/i>. He gives you the weekly rent of the yacht where the couple boarded their dogs to dodge British quarantine, and, in exactly the same tone, the papal denunciation and the motion in Congress to bar them from the U.S. Plus a lot more that happens to have crossed Lewis\u2019s live-wire mind.<\/p>\n<p>This is unquestionably the most rambling book on the list, but \u201crambling\u201d barely does justice to its method. Lewis digresses, contradicts himself, and keeps stopping the biography to tell us what he thinks biography is. You may want to argue with him every ten pages, but in a way that\u2019s part of the fun.<\/p>\n<p>Because the excess feels peculiarly appropriate. A neat, restrained account of Elizabeth and Richard might be the greater distortion. I won\u2019t pretend to be the first to say what several reviewers have noticed about this book: it resembles its subjects and behaves rather like the Burtons themselves. It takes up too much space, stays too long, drinks up everything in the house, hurls the occasional unforgivable insult, and somehow leaves you sorry when it goes.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"275898\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/six-novels-that-try-to-keep-up-with-elizabeth-taylor\/crackpot\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/crackpot.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"600,910\" 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=\"crackpot\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/crackpot.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-275898 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/crackpot-198x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"198\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/crackpot-198x300.jpg 198w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/crackpot-40x60.jpg 40w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/crackpot-33x50.jpg 33w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/crackpot.jpg 600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 198px) 100vw, 198px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>John Waters, <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/p\/books\/crackpot-the-obsessions-of-john-waters\/1a19e3531986577f?ean=9780743246279&amp;bkshp-astro=t\"><i>Crackpot: The Obsessions of John Waters<\/i><\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>John Waters\u2019s <i>Crackpot<\/i> is not a book about Elizabeth Taylor but a collection of subversive essays on his many obsessions. Because Taylor is one of the greatest of them, his essay on <i>Boom!<\/i> belongs in any collection of essential reading about her. Waters turns his attention to Joseph Losey&#8217;s 1968 adaptation of Tennessee Williams\u2019s <i>The Milk Train Doesn&#8217;t Stop Here Anymore<\/i>, starring Taylor, Richard Burton, and No\u00ebl Coward, featuring a wardrobe of stupendous caftans and one of the most astonishing headdresses ever filmed by a motion-picture camera.<\/p>\n<p><i>Boom!<\/i> finds Taylor at the height (or depth) of her most baroque period as a performer. As the dying millionairess Sissy Goforth, she sweeps about shrieking and smoking, while dictating her memoirs, insulting her staff, and presiding over her private Mediterranean island like an empress in exile. The film was widely attacked when it appeared, but Waters loves it (as I do) without attempting to make it respectable. Its extravagance, its miscasting, its nearly operatic hysteria\u2014these are not flaws to be explained away; they are the point.<\/p>\n<p>After five books that try to interpret Elizabeth Taylor, Waters simply surrenders to the vision. Sometimes the most perceptive response to a goddess is not analysis. It is worship.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\" style=\"text-align: center;\">__________________________________<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"275899\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/six-novels-that-try-to-keep-up-with-elizabeth-taylor\/the-woman-who-had-everything\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-woman-who-had-everything.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"600,900\" 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 woman who had everything\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-woman-who-had-everything.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-275899 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-woman-who-had-everything-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-woman-who-had-everything-200x300.jpg 200w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-woman-who-had-everything-40x60.jpg 40w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-woman-who-had-everything-33x50.jpg 33w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/the-woman-who-had-everything.jpg 600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/p\/books\/the-woman-who-had-everything-a-novel-of-elizabeth-taylor-and-the-summer-of-love-stephen-greco\/a3667c28fcfd1289?ean=9781496756657&amp;bkshp-astro=t\">The Woman Who Had Everything<\/a>\u00a0<em>by Stephen Greco is available from Kensington Books.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I first saw Elizabeth Taylor in The VIPs, when I was a moony and impressionable teenager. There were nuances I surely missed, but the movie&#8217;s larger premise came through loud and clear: life could be fabulous, dramatic, and shaped\u2014perhaps 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Book Reviews You Need to Read This Week"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"in_content\" class=\"pw-tag pw-in-article pw-size-336x280\" data-google-query-id=\"CKDDk73lvpYDFRVUFQgd4fE1_w\">\n<div class=\"pw-footer-container-incontent\">Our smorgasbord of sumptuous reviews this week includes Megan Nolan on Jon Ronson\u2019s\u00a0<em>The Castle<\/em>, Kasia Boddy on William Kennedy\u2019s Albany Trilogy, Jonathan Dee on Kurt Andersen\u2019s\u00a0<em>The Breakup<\/em>, Johanna Thomas-Corr on Meg Mason\u2019s\u00a0<em>Sophie, Standing There<\/em>, and Ali Winston on Gil Dur\u00e1n\u2019s\u00a0<em>The Nerd Reich<\/em>.<\/div>\n<\/div>\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><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781594634208\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-136855 size-medium aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/8ed6e9f1969e21df216d17d288e2f061-199x300.gif\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 199px) 100vw, 199px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/8ed6e9f1969e21df216d17d288e2f061-199x300.gif 199w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/8ed6e9f1969e21df216d17d288e2f061-33x50.gif 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/8ed6e9f1969e21df216d17d288e2f061.gif 429w\" alt=\"The Castle\" width=\"199\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"136855\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/bookmark\/the-castle-adventures-in-a-world-of-unraveling-men\/the-castle-adventures-in-a-world-of-unraveling-men-cover\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/8ed6e9f1969e21df216d17d288e2f061.gif\" data-orig-size=\"429,648\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"The Castle: Adventures in a World of Unraveling Men Cover\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/8ed6e9f1969e21df216d17d288e2f061.gif\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\u201cMany of the very odd characters Ronson has documented previously have been men who desire or assume positions\u2014whether an Islamic fundamentalist or an army Colonel\u2014which seem inextricably linked to their ideas of maleness. Now, we have in Ronson\u2019s new book,\u00a0<em>The Castle<\/em>, a far deeper investigation of masculinity and its fallibilities. He is looking at the stories of men who find themselves somehow displaced: left reeling, they are doing exceptionally strange things in response.<\/p>\n<div>\n<div tabindex=\"0\" role=\"text\">\n<p>There has already been plenty written on \u2018What\u2019s Gone Wrong for Men\u2019; about the lost generation of boys\u00a0underachieving in school, supposedly abused by a flippant misandrist culture, turning to nasty, nihilistic iterations of masculinity a la Andrew Tate. But Ronson is not grappling with the manosphere (luckily, as I don\u2019t think that I can read another word about it as long as I live). Instead,\u00a0<em>The Castle<\/em>\u00a0contains a series of riveting portraits of very different men who, he believes, are unravelling because of the same condition: acute purposelessness caused by a rapidly changing society.<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe Linehan chapter is brilliant: insightful, candid and moving. I\u2019m still not convinced that any broader crisis of masculinity or male purpose had much to do with Linehan\u2019s downfall, though. He wasn\u2019t at a loss or empty of purpose when he began his campaign. He didn\u2019t turn to vitriol because he didn\u2019t have anything else to do. His case is, if anything, notable for involving a man with an enviable life and abundant success throwing it away for reasons that to many in the outside world may seem obscure or deranged.<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<div>\n<div tabindex=\"0\" role=\"text\">\n<p>\u201cIt will be up to the reader to decide whether the various narratives in\u00a0<em>The Castle<\/em>\u00a0coalesce convincingly to support the notion that we live in a \u2018a world of unravelling men.\u2019 For me, they don\u2019t, simply because each case is so idiosyncratic. But it doesn\u2019t matter: this is an unmissable piece of work. It speaks highly of a book\u2019s page-by-page value when I haven\u2019t even got room to discuss Ronson\u2019s encounter with disgraced cannibal-fetish movie star Armie Hammer. Ronson\u2019s nose for squirreling out a strange, compelling fellow is unparalleled, but his careful consideration of them is an even bigger gift. Rare indeed to find a real reporter who is also a real thinker. And the bastard\u2019s funny, too.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Megan Nolan on Jon Ronson\u2019s\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781594634208\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><strong><em>The Castle: Adventures in the World of Unraveling Men<\/em><\/strong><\/a>\u00a0(<a href=\"https:\/\/observer.co.uk\/culture\/books\/article\/jon-ronson-surveys-the-ruins-of-manhood\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Observer<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-136861 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Albany-Trilogy-189x300.jpg\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 189px) 100vw, 189px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Albany-Trilogy-189x300.jpg 189w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Albany-Trilogy-647x1024.jpg 647w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Albany-Trilogy-768x1216.jpg 768w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Albany-Trilogy-970x1536.jpg 970w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Albany-Trilogy-1293x2048.jpg 1293w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Albany-Trilogy-32x50.jpg 32w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Albany-Trilogy-scaled.jpg 1616w\" alt=\"\" width=\"189\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"136861\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/?attachment_id=136861\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Albany-Trilogy-scaled.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"1616,2560\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Albany Trilogy\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Albany-Trilogy-647x1024.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Three of Kennedy\u2019s novels\u2014<em>Legs\u00a0<\/em>(1975),\u00a0<em>Billy Phelan\u2019s Greatest Game\u00a0<\/em>(1978), and\u00a0<em>Ironweed\u00a0<\/em>(1983)\u2014have recently been collected by the Library of America as\u00a0<em>The Albany Trilogy.<\/em>\u00a0These novels exemplify what\u2019s best and most distinctive in his work. Kennedy never stopped believing in the power of the novel to provoke and challenge, but journalism taught him that the form worked best when grounded in the telling naturalistic detail, the vivacious rhythm of everyday talk, and a bracing dose of humor. The result is an unruly, delightful hybrid: the modernist novel as written from the metro\u00a0desk.<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cKennedy was now thinking of writing \u2018the big Albany novel.\u2019 He envisioned something along the lines of\u00a0<em>Ulysses,<\/em>\u00a0the portrait of Dublin that James Joyce wanted to be \u2018so complete that if the city one day suddenly disappeared from the earth it could be reconstructed\u2019 from its pages. But instead of a single day, Kennedy\u2019s Albany version would encompass two centuries, depicting the Civil War, the growth of capitalism, immigration, Prohibition, the Great Depression, and much else. He imagined a cast of historical figures mingling with \u2018a vast crowd of priests, nuns, gamblers, gangsters, mothers, whores, and laboring men, including my father\u2019\u2014all \u2018eternally living out their destinies, over and over again.\u2019 This Albany would be a \u2018magical place\u2019 making the national as well as the local story \u2018visible.\u2019 He made a note to himself: \u2018Commit a decade to the creation of this book.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe time frame of\u00a0<em>Ironweed\u00a0<\/em>overlaps with that of\u00a0<em>Billy Phelan,\u00a0<\/em>and though it retains some of the exuberant malarkey of the earlier novel, it\u2019s a much more somber and lyrical piece of writing. It also steps more confidently into magical realism.\u00a0<em>Ironweed<\/em>\u00a0opens with Francis visiting the graves of his family in St. Agnes Cemetery, unaware that the dead are trying to talk to him. Among them is his baby son, who rests in \u2018infantile sublimity, exuding a high gloss induced by early death\u2026. He was neither beautiful nor perfect \u2026 but rather an ineffably fabulous presence.\u2019 Francis weeps and prays, then looks up at the sky, where \u2018a vast stand of white fleece, brutally bright, moved south to north in the eastern vault of the heavens, a rush of splendid wool to warm the day.\u2019 But the mood doesn\u2019t last. A few chapters on, we see Francis in a friend\u2019s bathroom, smelling his \u2018fetid crotch\u2019 and reaching for soap with which to wash his \u2018encrusted orifices, crevices, and secret folds.\u2019 Is this the same book? In true Joycean fashion,\u00a0<em>Ironweed\u00a0<\/em>wants both symbolism and naturalism, the elevated language of heaven\u2019s vaults alongside the unadorned details of bodily filth.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow many readers will complete the cycle? Don\u2019t most of us pick and choose in Balzac, Zola, and Faulkner? And does it matter whether we think of the first three novels as a trilogy or, as Kennedy described them, simply as a \u2018trio\u2019 within his larger project? In some ways, there is a strange kind of unity to these three\u2014all are set during the Depression, all feature stylish renegades. In\u00a0<em>Billy Phelan,<\/em>\u00a0the McCall brothers form \u2018Albany\u2019s own Trinity,\u2019 while Martin makes a \u2018three-horse parlay\u2019 and asks a source who gives him two unprintable statements, \u2018Shall we try for three?\u2019\u00a0<em>Ironweed\u00a0<\/em>has an epigraph from Dante, and its action spans three days, during which Francis reflects on the three women he loved. He was once a professional third baseman, and recalling those days, he thinks of the \u2018Trinitarian talisman\u2019 of \u2018a hand, a glove, a ball.\u2019 And so on. On the other hand, one of the more frequent recurring insights of these novels is that to be human is to be incomplete.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Kasia Boddy on William Kennedy\u2019s\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781598538410\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><strong><em>Albany Trilogy<\/em><\/strong><\/a>\u00a0(<a href=\"https:\/\/harpers.org\/archive\/2026\/09\/albanys-homer-kasia-boddy-review\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>Harper\u2019s<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-136859 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/the-breakup-197x300.jpg\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 197px) 100vw, 197px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/the-breakup-197x300.jpg 197w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/the-breakup-33x50.jpg 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/the-breakup.jpg 330w\" alt=\"the breakup\" width=\"197\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"136859\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/?attachment_id=136859\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/the-breakup.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"330,502\" 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 breakup\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/the-breakup.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\u201cNovels set in the future aren\u2019t exclusively the province of science fiction; anxious times tend to generate anxious, cautionary literary dystopias, and when was the last time you can remember not feeling anxious? The 20th century in particular abounded in such visions, some of which\u2014<em>The Handmaid\u2019s Tale<\/em>, or\u00a0<em>Brave New World<\/em>, published in 1932 and getting spookier every day\u2014have proved more prophetic than others. They\u2019re best understood, though, not as genuine bets on our future, but as dreamlike unleashings of present-day fear over the blind volatility of the moment. Kurt Andersen, in his new novel\u00a0<em>The Breakup<\/em>, does something few such books do (Jon Raymond\u2019s excellent 2022 climate-disaster novel,\u00a0<em>Denial<\/em>, comes to mind); he sets his stage not in some distant century when our own problems are the stuff of history, but a mere 19 years from now, when most of his readers are still likely to be around.<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s a good setup. What\u2019s puzzling is that more than 300 pages of the novel go by before the engine of the Zimbalist family car, and thus of the novel\u2019s plot, finally turns over, and the much-touted road trip begins. Before that comes a vast and dramatically static stretch of what speculative-fiction circles often call \u2018world-building\u2019\u2014 a full, inventive, elaborately detailed portrait of Andersen\u2019s vision of the next 19 years of American history. It\u2019s fun to read, particularly since it involves the imagined fates of a great many present-day famous people. (Among the many dozens of such cameos, surely one spoiler won\u2019t hurt: Elon Musk dies of an overdose en route to Mars.)<\/p>\n<p>As a novelist, Andersen\u2014whose works of nonfiction include\u00a0<em>Fantasyland: How America Went Haywire<\/em>\u00a0and\u00a0<em>Evil Geniuses: The Unmaking of America<\/em>\u2014 is more philosopher than plot maker. The will-they-or-won\u2019t-they domestic drama of the Zimbalists, when it finally gets out of the driveway, is less than suspenseful; it is very much like spending a week in a car with three people laughing at a series of inside jokes and then explaining to you why those jokes are funny.<\/p>\n<p>But so what? Domestic dramas are already thick on the ground in American fiction. What readers of\u00a0<em>The Breakup<\/em>\u00a0will come for, in this moment of what seems like unsustainable polarization and anger and wanton trampling of American civic institutions and ideals, is a vision of our near-term future that is violent and admonitory and cathartically terrible and yet somehow still survivable. On that score, Andersen delivers the dopamine hit that has made his previous work best sellers. In his 2045, there\u2019s still a new Sally Rooney novel (one with a very funny title), and the government even offers tax credits to book publishers who hire human beings as copy editors instead of just letting A.I. do it. How dystopian can things be?\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Jonathan Dee on Kurt Andersen\u2019s\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781984801371\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><strong><em>The Breakup<\/em><\/strong><\/a>\u00a0(<a href=\"https:\/\/www.nytimes.com\/2026\/08\/21\/books\/review\/kurt-andersen-breakup.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The New York Times Book Review<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-136846 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Sophie-Standing-There-199x300.jpg\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 199px) 100vw, 199px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Sophie-Standing-There-199x300.jpg 199w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Sophie-Standing-There-33x50.jpg 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Sophie-Standing-There.jpg 331w\" alt=\"\" width=\"199\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"136846\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/?attachment_id=136846\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Sophie-Standing-There.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"331,500\" 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;Version 1.0.0&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;Version 1.0.0&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Version 1.0.0\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"&lt;p&gt;Version 1.0.0&lt;\/p&gt; \" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Sophie-Standing-There.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhen Meg Mason\u2019s\u00a0<em>Sorrow and Bliss<\/em> was published in 2021, it seemed to infect the reading public. The New Zealander\u2019s third novel\u2014following other works that had slipped into the world without making any noise\u2014sold hundreds of thousands of copies, gathering prize nominations, a screen deal and a tribe of A-list fans. Central to its success was the protagonist Martha Friel, a clever, beautiful and nettlesome British journalist systematically dismantling her marriage on her 40th birthday. The novel was sharply observed, balancing mid-life regret with an unromanticized portrayal of enduring mental illness. Mason managed the high-wire act of rendering clinical depression legible and domestic ruin funny. By Christmas it had been canonized as the pinnacle of \u2018sad girl lit\u2019 with Martha taking her place in that post-<em>Fleabag<\/em>\u00a0lineage of fractured female characters.<\/p>\n<p><em>Sorrow and Bliss<\/em>\u00a0catapulted Mason\u2026into publishing royalty. But this status must have condemned her to a relentless cycle of literary festivals, given that her new semi-autobiographical novel displays a microscopic interest in their inner workings. It is a bold, if mystifying, artistic choice to spotlight the administrative purgatory of soundchecks, microphone clips and green rooms.<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe narrative runs almost entirely on the fumes of over-weighted trivialities. Pages are devoted to cheese sandwich-level dilemmas. You know: should the protagonist get ham or cheese? When and where should she refill her water bottle? For how many seconds should she microwave porridge? Does she have enough phone battery charge? Water bottles, smartphones and microwaves are intended as totems of modern isolation, but Mason lingers over them until they become padding. Where\u00a0<em>Sorrow and Bliss\u00a0<\/em>felt bracingly direct,\u00a0<em>Sophie, Standing There\u00a0<\/em>is an exercise in pedestrian sentiment. Sophie is a wet cardigan of a protagonist\u2014drippy, colorless and so devoid of personality that most of her exchanges with her best friend concern an actual lost cardigan. Readers of\u00a0<em>Sorrow and Bliss<\/em>\u00a0will remember how Martha\u2019s dark history gave her despair a compelling logic. Here, we simply discover that a dull girl is dull for a reason. The long-trauma tease, lurking like a storm cloud over a drought-stricken landscape, drizzles across a few late pages, leaving thirsty readers scrambling for nourishment.<\/p>\n<div tabindex=\"0\" role=\"text\">\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI found myself torn between despair for a publishing industry that ushered this into print, and a strange, euphoric relief at encountering a book so authentically, humanly gauche that it can\u2019t possibly have been written by AI.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Johanna Thomas-Corr on Meg Mason\u2019s\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780063493131\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><strong><em>Sophie, Standing There\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/a>(<a href=\"https:\/\/www.thetimes.com\/culture\/books\/article\/meg-mason-sophie-standing-there-review-2h767tf9p\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Times<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/reviews\/the-nerd-reich-silicon-valley-fascism-and-the-war-on-democracy\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-136819 size-medium aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/28f0b663cbd9324470c9627ca1087d5b-198x300.gif\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 198px) 100vw, 198px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/28f0b663cbd9324470c9627ca1087d5b-198x300.gif 198w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/28f0b663cbd9324470c9627ca1087d5b-33x50.gif 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/28f0b663cbd9324470c9627ca1087d5b.gif 427w\" alt=\"The Nerd Reich\" width=\"198\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"136819\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/bookmark\/the-nerd-reich-silicon-valley-fascism-and-the-war-on-democracy\/the-nerd-reich-silicon-valley-fascism-and-the-war-on-democracy-cover\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/28f0b663cbd9324470c9627ca1087d5b.gif\" data-orig-size=\"427,648\" 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 Nerd Reich: Silicon Valley Fascism and the War on Democracy Cover\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/28f0b663cbd9324470c9627ca1087d5b.gif\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\u201cUnlike most contemporary accounts of Silicon Valley<em>,<\/em>\u00a0<em>The Nerd Reich<\/em>\u00a0is not a biography, an inquest into a particular business, or a \u2018true crime\u2019 accounting; it is an urgent intellectual history of a seemingly inchoate political moment. His project, which connects the rapacious search for profits with the quest for total control over our political, economic, and social lives, reveals that the fever dreams of our tech overlords are borne of a eugenics-friendly, totalitarian current that has long run underneath the surface in the high technology sector. The difference today is that the nerds are done pretending they are beholden to, or accountable to, anyone other than themselves.<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat truly binds together this movement is a desire for freedom from, if not total control over, nation-states; a belief in the superiority, either innate or engineered, of a superior class of elite coders and engineers; and a complete rejection of any conception of social responsibility or equality under the law. \u2018For many years, these ideas\u2014that nations would collapse, that democracy would become obsolete, that a tech-powered elite would rule through technology\u2014seemed like fringe science fiction fantasy to most observers,\u2019 Dur\u00e1n writes. \u2018But they have now become the operating principles of some of the wealthiest and most powerful men in the world and have spawned a movement promoted by a rotating cast of venture capitalists, fringe philosophers, and political operatives who took these ideas from obscure blogs to the halls of power.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhen it comes to the Pentagon, readers may be shocked at the degree to which the government has handed over the reins to the AI companies: Dur\u00e1n details the create of \u2018Detachment 201\u2019 in June 2025, which resulted in four executives from Meta, Palantir and OpenAI being inducted into the United States Army reserve at the rank of colonel. These firms are now essentially in charge of crafting American defense policy on artificial intelligence software, autonomous weaponry, and the future of warfare. The fox is truly in the henhouse.<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat does work to the book\u2019s advantage is Dur\u00e1n\u2019s methodical approach and consistency of perspective: he does not fall into the all-too-familiar trap of favoring access over accountability, a pitfall that has ensnared countless journalists down the years. Tech reporters are, even at this late stage, still vulnerable to this kind of starry-eyed boosterism, epitomized by Kara Swisher\u2019s decades of gullible, industry-friendly copy and Jonathan Weber\u2019s book-length insider account of the Valley,\u00a0<em>City on the Edge<\/em>. The latter, published earlier this year, could have been a useful account of Silicon Valley\u2019s radicalization over the past quarter-century that have turned it into a wealthier, crueler place. Instead, Weber\u2019s fondness for recounting business deals, media inside baseball and the chummy elements of San Francisco\u2019s famously incestuous and cutthroat politics leaves knowledgeable readers scratching their heads at the gaping holes in his account. That\u2019s not the case with\u00a0<em>The Nerd Reich<\/em>, which elucidates the higher-level architecture of what motivates the region\u2019s wealthiest power players\u2014and the grave stakes of the moment.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Ali Winston on Gil Dur\u00e1n\u2019s\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781668221402\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><strong><em>The Nerd Reich: Silicon Valley Fascism and the War on Democracy<\/em><\/strong><\/a>\u00a0(<a href=\"https:\/\/thebaffler.com\/latest\/revenge-of-the-nerds-winston\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Baffler<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Our smorgasbord of sumptuous reviews this week includes Megan Nolan on Jon Ronson\u2019s\u00a0The Castle, Kasia Boddy on William Kennedy\u2019s Albany Trilogy, Jonathan Dee on Kurt Andersen\u2019s\u00a0The Breakup, Johanna Thomas-Corr on Meg Mason\u2019s\u00a0Sophie, Standing There, and Ali Winston on Gil Dur\u00e1n\u2019s\u00a0The<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":873,"featured_media":276254,"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-276253","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-19RH","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/The-Castle.jpg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276253","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=276253"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/276253\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/276254"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=276253"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=276253"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=276253"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}]