[{"id":275960,"date":"2026-08-20T09:01:50","date_gmt":"2026-08-20T13:01:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=275960"},"modified":"2026-08-20T17:51:36","modified_gmt":"2026-08-20T21:51:36","slug":"heres-the-winner-of-the-the-2026-inside-literary-prize","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/heres-the-winner-of-the-the-2026-inside-literary-prize\/","title":{"rendered":"Here\u2019s the winner of the 2026 Inside Literary Prize."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Today, the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.innovatingjustice.org\/inside-literary-prize\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Inside Literary Prize<\/a>, the US&#8217;s only literary prize judged by incarcerated readers, announced its 2026 winner: <em><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9781632063342\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">The Book Censor&#8217;s Library<\/a><\/em>, by Bothayna Al-Essa, translated from the Arabic by Ranya Abdelrahman and Sawad Hussain.<\/p>\n<p>The Inside Literary Prize, which was founded in 2023 by Freedom Reads, the National Book Foundation, the Center for Justice Innovation, and Interabang Books co-owner Lori Feathers, &#8220;celebrates the power of literature by amplifying the insight, humanity, and voices of readers living in prison confinement.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Each year, the prize curates a shortlist of books previously honored by the National Book Foundation, and sends them to prisons across the country.\u00a0 This year, almost 200 incarcerated judges considered five 2024 National Book Award finalists in Fiction and Translated Literature, and chose <em>The Book Censor&#8217;s Library<\/em> as the winner. (The other finalists were <em><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780593535455\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">\u00c6dnan<\/a><\/em> by Linnea Axelsson translated by Saskia Vogel, <em><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780593190272\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">All Fours<\/a><\/em> by Miranda July, <em><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780593685778\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Martyr!<\/a><\/em> by Kaveh Akbar, and <em><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780812985092\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">My Friends<\/a><\/em> by Hisham Matar.)<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I think <em>The Book Censor&#8217;s Library<\/em> is what the world needs most,&#8221; said Kyra L., a judge at Washington Corrections Center for Women, in a statement. &#8220;Without a core of literature, all voices are lost. If we don&#8217;t protect our right to choose what matters, history will be rewritten. No one single power should get to choose. Cultural exchange, perspective, and the fostering of ideas will all be stifled without full access to literature.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBooks have the power to connect us across walls and circumstances,\u201d added Reginald Dwayne Betts, Freedom Reads Founder &amp; CEO. \u201cThe Inside Literary Prize brings incarcerated readers into the heart of our literary conversation, reminding us that when we include more voices in conversations about great books, we remind ourselves of literature\u2019s purpose and possibility to bring transformation and hope to people\u2019s lives.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today, the Inside Literary Prize, the US&#8217;s only literary prize judged by incarcerated readers, announced its 2026 winner: The Book Censor&#8217;s Library, by Bothayna Al-Essa, translated from the Arabic by Ranya Abdelrahman and Sawad Hussain. The Inside Literary Prize, which<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":74,"featured_media":248951,"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":[43092,43646],"tags":[43566,100545,17206,94490,52192],"class_list":["post-275960","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-newsandculture","category-the-hub","tag-bothayna-al-essa","tag-inside-literary-prize","tag-literary-prizes","tag-ranya-abdelrahman","tag-sawad-hussain"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-19MY","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/01\/Social_Preview_ILP_Overview_Webpage-e1738353747972.png","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275960","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/74"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=275960"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275960\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/248951"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=275960"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=275960"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=275960"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":275970,"date":"2026-08-20T07:56:31","date_gmt":"2026-08-20T11:56:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=275970"},"modified":"2026-08-20T07:56:31","modified_gmt":"2026-08-20T11:56:31","slug":"in-praise-of-wordy-old-prose-or-fck-your-ai-reading-buddy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/in-praise-of-wordy-old-prose-or-fck-your-ai-reading-buddy\/","title":{"rendered":"In Praise of \u201cWordy, Old Prose.\u201d (Or, F*ck Your AI Reading Buddy)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>More than two years ago I wrote an angry piece about how lame <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/against-disruption-on-the-bulletpointization-of-books\/\">the bulletpointization of books<\/a> is: the point of reading and engaging with books is not so the reader can consume little bullet points of knowledge.<\/p>\n<p>But since then technofascism has gained so much traction that art and being challenged by art has been completely devalued. Last week the publisher of Axios, Nicholas Johnson, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.axios.com\/2026\/08\/11\/robot-book-club\">published a post<\/a> about how AI became his \u201creading buddy,\u201d helping him to elucidate themes and \u201cmake sense of wordy, old prose.\u201d In other words Johnson is bragging about outsourcing the act of <i>trying<\/i> while reading.<\/p>\n<p>In our convenience-obsessed world it\u2019s more important than ever to celebrate the existence of literary friction, the kind of writing that doesn\u2019t go down in one easy gulp, that makes you sit in your uncertainty or even discomfort. This kind of contemplation is a big part of how you grow as a reader and a thinker. And yeah, I think that certain reading experiences <i>should<\/i> allow people to grow.<\/p>\n<p>There\u2019s nothing wrong with quick and easy reads that are meant to be consumed for sheer pleasure. I would never knock a good page-turner. But that\u2019s only one kind of reading.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m talking about the kind of reading that was once taught in high schools and higher ed, but apparently <a href=\"https:\/\/www.psychologytoday.com\/us\/blog\/the-clarity\/202503\/the-reading-crisis-in-college\">not so much<\/a> <a href=\"https:\/\/www.nytimes.com\/2025\/11\/06\/learning\/what-students-are-saying-about-the-decline-in-high-school-reading-skills.html\">anymore<\/a>. The kind of reading that had me puzzling through all 880 pages of <i>Middlemarch<\/i> as a college student when I would much rather have been participating in an event called Thirsty Thursday at my local campus bar. All of those nights at the college dive blur together; reading <i>Middlemarch<\/i> remains a seminal experience.<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">The fear of discomfort is so widespread that it\u2019s even a huge factor in why book bans and other forms of censorship are rampant today.<\/p>\n<p>But I\u2019m also not just talking about the great works of literature. In this age of AI and optimization and convenience at all costs, the ability to wrestle with just about any text and glean some understanding of it is what turns people into life-long readers. As <a href=\"https:\/\/www.wired.com\/story\/mississippi-state-testing-reading-comprehension-literacy\/\">Megan Greenwell reported in a chilling story for <em>WIRED<\/em>, children<\/a> can still read words just fine, but they have trouble making meaning out of those words and that, of course, is a primary reason to read books. One educator told her, \u201cThey\u2019re reading probably more than they ever have, but it\u2019s snippets.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Even book criticism isn\u2019t safe. As publications divest from straight book reviews in favor of more \u201cuser-friendly\u201d formats, there is less space on the page for ambiguity. I say this as someone who has written a lot of editorial lists in her day: the best book coverage <i>grapples<\/i>, it doesn\u2019t merely catalogue. Good criticism is about placing a new piece of art in conversation with our larger culture. Much like good fiction, criticism helps us to understand complicated ideas and to see the world more clearly. It\u2019s important. Related: most of the job listings I receive lately from LinkedIn want me to use my many years of editorial experience and expertise in order to train AI.<\/p>\n<p>I was thinking about literary friction when I read Missouri Williams\u2019s new novel <em><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/p\/books\/the-vivisectors-a-novel-missouri-williams\/74c7caa8c0549369?ean=9780374619299&amp;bkshp-astro=t\">The Vivisectors<\/a><\/em> and found parts of it inscrutable, and parts of it completely frustrating. I felt lost and I hate to feel lost. But I also did a lot of underlining while reading\u2014so much of the text made my brain light up. In the end I tried to let the book wash over me like poetry rather than trying to decode it and that truly made me enjoy it. I gave myself permission to sit with the ambiguity the book left me feeling, and isn\u2019t that wonderful? It is, I promise you.<\/p>\n<p>The fear of <a href=\"https:\/\/www.nbcnews.com\/news\/us-news\/texas-lawmaker-says-850-books-ranging-race-sexuality-cause-discomfort-rcna3953\">discomfort<\/a> is so widespread that it\u2019s even a huge factor in why book bans and other forms of censorship are rampant today. From the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.12news.com\/article\/news\/local\/valley\/arizona-school-district-removes-3-books-from-the-classroom-curriculum-heres-why\/75-a339850b-b532-48b1-81fd-cb86a2a0d4e9\">books recently removed from a Glendale, Arizona school district\u2019s middle school curriculum<\/a> (just the latest example I could find) to the <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/an-english-professor-in-florida-was-just-fired-for-teaching-an-ottessa-moshfegh-story\/\">English professor in Florida who was fired<\/a> for assigning her adult-aged class an Ottessa Moshfegh story, educators and students are suffering the consequences of parents and administrators who are unable to tolerate a little cognitive dissonance or unease.<\/p>\n<p>In other words, the fact that slavery happened in America or that gender-nonconforming people exist in the world, among other topics, upsets wannabe book banners so much that they feel entitled to legislate who can and can\u2019t read books about such topics. Educators and librarians are already experts in which books are age-appropriate for their students; they don\u2019t need help from a racist peanut gallery (I i<a href=\"https:\/\/www.publishersweekly.com\/pw\/by-topic\/industry-news\/libraries\/article\/100876-national-book-ban-bill-now-introduced-in-senate-committee.htm\">nclude the Senate<\/a> and <a href=\"https:\/\/www.publishersweekly.com\/pw\/by-topic\/industry-news\/libraries\/article\/99810-same-ingredients-different-recipe-in-proposed-u-s-book-ban.html\">the House<\/a> in this categorization) that is unable to tolerate any hint of literary friction.<\/p>\n<p>The act of thinking and learning and growing is anathema to our increasingly fascistic world. Which is all the more reason to double down on them. Questioning everything is the one way every single one of us can fight the tide.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>More than two years ago I wrote an angry piece about how lame the bulletpointization of books is: the point of reading and engaging with books is not so the reader can consume little bullet points of knowledge. But since<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4408,"featured_media":275976,"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":[43069,6,43070,43445],"tags":[20922,45150,73211,6651,111885,20962,76254,168,62341,110429],"class_list":["post-275970","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-craftandcriticism","category-features","category-literary-criticism","category-technology","tag-ai","tag-axios","tag-book-banning","tag-literacy","tag-literary-friction","tag-maris-kreizman","tag-missouri-williams","tag-reading","tag-summaries","tag-the-vivisectors"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-19N8","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/old-text.jpg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275970","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4408"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=275970"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275970\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/275976"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=275970"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=275970"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=275970"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":275961,"date":"2026-08-20T06:30:17","date_gmt":"2026-08-20T10:30:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=275961"},"modified":"2026-08-20T09:12:52","modified_gmt":"2026-08-20T13:12:52","slug":"lit-hub-daily-august-20-2026","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/lit-hub-daily-august-20-2026\/","title":{"rendered":"Lit Hub Daily: August 20, 2026"},"content":{"rendered":"<span class=\"caption\"> TODAY: In 1858, Charles Darwin publishes his first theory of evolution through natural selection in <i>The Journal of the Proceedings of the Linnean Society of London<\/i>, alongside Alfred Russel Wallace\u2019s same theory. <\/span>\n<ul>\n<li>What did Charles Darwin draw inspiration from? <a href=\"http:\/\/lithub.com\/how-orchids-inspired-the-groundbreaking-work-of-charles-darwin\">Orchids, of course.<\/a> | Lit Hub <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/category\/newsandculture\/science\/\">Science<\/a><\/li>\n<li>On the surprising <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/can-plants-feel-pain-on-the-dynamic-sensitivity-of-the-vegetal-world\">sensitivity and perceptiveness of plants<\/a>. | Lit Hub <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/category\/newsandculture\/nature\/page\/2\/\">Nature<\/a><\/li>\n<li>\u201cThe point of reading <em>is not<\/em> to consume little bullet points of knowledge.\u201d Maris Kreizman <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/in-praise-of-wordy-old-prose-or-fck-your-ai-reading-buddy\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer nofollow\">is not a fan of your AI reading buddy.<\/a> | Lit Hub<\/li>\n<li>&#8220;Something is off in J. D. Vance\u2019s new memoir.&#8221; <a href=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/5-reviews-you-need-to-read-this-week-13\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\" data-saferedirecturl=\"https:\/\/www.google.com\/url?q=https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/5-reviews-you-need-to-read-this-week-13\/&amp;source=gmail&amp;ust=1787253053879000&amp;usg=AOvVaw3fU5trLOHEs6YwPPn_kZXf\">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=1787253053879000&amp;usg=AOvVaw2ZXCfUQyhmk5zwqj8CFVkM\">Book Marks<\/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-31\">fiction<\/a> and <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/the-independent-press-top-40-bestsellers-nonfiction-31\">nonfiction<\/a>. | Lit Hub <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/category\/newsandculture\/bookstores-and-libraries\/\">Bookstores<\/a><\/li>\n<li><span class=\"byline\">Stuart Firestein examines the difference between <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/what-does-progress-mean-anyway\">the idea of scientific progress and what it means in practice<\/a>. | Lit Hub <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/category\/craftandcriticism\/craft-and-advice\/\">Criticism<\/a><\/span><\/li>\n<li>&#8220;It was so hot that summer that they kept talking about it on the news.&#8221; Read from <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/first-summer\">Ekin Oklap&#8217;s debut novel, <em>First Summer<\/em><\/a>. | Lit Hub <a href=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/category\/fictionandpoetry\/from-the-novel\/\">Fiction<\/a><\/li>\n<li><b>\u201c<\/b>A multi-racial, multi-gender coalition of mostly young people took to the streets demanding protection and investment in black life, and the best the country could do was to retire Aunt Jemima.\u201d <a href=\"https:\/\/defector.com\/the-crazy-thing-about-woke-1-was-how-it-was-exploited\">Mychal Denzel Smith on the legacy and exploitation of \u201cWoke 1.\u201d<\/a> | Defector<\/li>\n<li>Geertje Bol considers <a href=\"https:\/\/aeon.co\/essays\/polite-debate-has-privilege-the-marginalised-need-zealotry\">the historical case for \u201crighteous zeal\u201d<\/a> (stop being polite, start getting real). | Aeon<\/li>\n<li><a href=\"https:\/\/www.bostonreview.net\/articles\/revenance-event\/\">Mark Bould interviews China Mi\u00e9ville:<\/a> \u201cAll books end up to varying extents evading\u2014exceeding\u2014the bounds you\u2019ve conceived of for them. This particular book did so more, and more dramatically, than any other book I\u2019ve ever tried to write.\u201d | Boston Review<\/li>\n<li>Amitava Kumar revisits <a href=\"https:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/books\/second-read\/the-glorious-disorder-of-michael-ondaatjes-early-work\">the early works of Michael Ondaatje<\/a>. | The New Yorker<\/li>\n<li>\u201cThis wresting of risk-taking art from obscurity serves as much more than simply a gift of new life for any single out-of-print title: it just may be the key to disrupting the echo chamber of profit above all else in the publishing landscape.\u201d <a href=\"https:\/\/lareviewofbooks.org\/article\/mesha-maren-reissues-women-publishing-conglomerates-independent-presses\/\">On publishing\u2019s reissue trend.<\/a> | Los Angeles Review of Books<\/li>\n<li>Why shorter books and graphic novels <a href=\"https:\/\/www.vox.com\/culture\/499624\/middle-grade-publishing-kids-reading-test-scores-books-dog-man\">might be the key to making kids enjoy reading.<\/a> | Vox<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>What did Charles Darwin draw inspiration from? Orchids, of course. | Lit Hub Science On the surprising sensitivity and perceptiveness of plants. | Lit Hub Nature \u201cThe point of reading is not to consume little bullet points of knowledge.\u201d Maris<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":61,"featured_media":275889,"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-275961","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-lit-hub-daily"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-19MZ","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/JohnDryden.jpg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275961","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=275961"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275961\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/275889"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=275961"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=275961"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=275961"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":275950,"date":"2026-08-20T05:10:09","date_gmt":"2026-08-20T09:10:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=275950"},"modified":"2026-08-19T21:49:36","modified_gmt":"2026-08-20T01:49:36","slug":"5-book-reviews-you-need-to-read-this-week-8-20-2026","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/5-book-reviews-you-need-to-read-this-week-8-20-2026\/","title":{"rendered":"5 Book Reviews You Need to Read This Week"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Our feast of fabulous reviews this week includes Becca Rothfeld on Rachel Cusk\u2019s\u00a0<em>Life of M<\/em>, Emmet Fraizer on Jordy Rosenberg\u2019s\u00a0<em>Night Night Fawn<\/em>, Charlotte Wood on Dorthe Nors\u2019s <em>Range<\/em>, Walton Muyumba on John Edgar Wideman\u2019s\u00a0<em>Languages of Home<\/em>, and Elizabeth Harper on JD Vance\u2019s\u00a0<em>Communion<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Brought to you by\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Book Marks<\/a>, Lit Hub\u2019s home for book reviews.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">*<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-136791 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/5a69db91212d10a118142aaa4b16cd83-195x300.gif\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 195px) 100vw, 195px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/5a69db91212d10a118142aaa4b16cd83-195x300.gif 195w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/5a69db91212d10a118142aaa4b16cd83-33x50.gif 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/5a69db91212d10a118142aaa4b16cd83.gif 422w\" alt=\"\" width=\"195\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"136791\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/bookmark\/life-of-m\/life-of-m-cover\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/5a69db91212d10a118142aaa4b16cd83.gif\" data-orig-size=\"422,648\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Life of M Cover\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/5a69db91212d10a118142aaa4b16cd83.gif\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\u201cIn the end, the I, M, and We sections are never satisfactorily integrated. Cusk\u2019s final affront to the novel is to disaggregate it into unreconciled elements without making any concession to cohesion. Despite her reputation for rigor,\u00a0<em>Life of M<\/em>\u00a0is not a disciplined dismantling; it is discombobulated and haphazard, a machine breaking down at random. As Cusk has become more disdainful of fiction and more insistent on the documentary function of art, her work has become vaguer and less concrete, fading like old ink into blurred indeterminacy. Her ambition for the style of her latest book is stated clearly enough in its narrator\u2019s admiring description of a memoir about sexual abuse. The tone of this memoir \u2018was neither personal nor impersonal, it possessed a deep and unmistakable authority, the authority of an object.\u2019 But\u00a0<em>should<\/em>\u00a0a book be written with the authority of an object? The authority of objects derives from their imperviousness\u2014but too total an imperviousness precludes writing and action altogether.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paywall\">In light of her dream of disintegrating the particularities of selfhood into the warm liquid of universality, it is no surprise that Cusk has invented a new sort of novel that is nearly unidentifiable as such. After all, the novel as we know it concerns itself with people bound by the dictates of the social world, not people approximating the point of view of things. In interviews, Cusk has contrasted \u2018seeing the world\u2019 in a way that relates to \u2018society\u2019 with seeing it in a way that relates to \u2018art,\u2019 as if the highest instances of the novelistic art\u2014Edith Wharton\u2019s\u00a0<em>The Age of Innocence<\/em>, Henry James\u2019s\u00a0<em>The Ambassadors<\/em>, Virginia Woolf\u2019s\u00a0<em>Mrs. Dalloway<\/em>\u2014weren\u2019t suffused with social observation. We is so antisocial as to be decidedly anti-novelistic: what results is less like fiction, with its vibrant evocations, than like undergraduate art theory.<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p class=\"paywall\">If womanhood is an immutable fact, Cusk seems to conclude, she can at least do compensatory violence to her fiction. She can slash at that artifact of heteronormativity, the form that began with the marriage plot and has always essentially concerned the domestic indignities that most gall her: the novel. What we cannot do in life we are doomed to rehearse in fiction, even if we do so by attacking the very basis of fiction as a human practice.<\/p>\n<p class=\"paywall\">Still, very much despite herself, Cusk has not succeeded in expunging character from her work. It obstinately intrudes, even in the books from which she has most arduously endeavored to exile it. Is she achieving kenosis by amalgamating the cacophony of competing voices that usually enrich a novel? Or is it the height of narcissistic self-magnification to suppose that the universal voice sounds so much like your own\u2014and therefore that the universal voice speaks only from well-appointed rentals on the Mediterranean? In the trilogy, what masquerades as self-abnegation serves in practice to recast the world in the image of a particular kind of person: humorless, cosmopolitan, self-important. In\u00a0<em>Life of M<\/em>, there is even less of a filter between the characters\u2019 perspectives and that of the book. M sounds like I sounds like We, and the distance between the airy abstractions that they all repeat and the novel\u2019s own commitments collapses entirely. In both cases, there is something at once magisterial and leadenly self-regarding about the melancholic rhythms of Cusk\u2019s prose, with its stiff and stately syntax and its utter impatience with the real vagaries of difference.<\/p>\n<p>Yet I would rather dislike Cusk\u2019s voice than read a book\u2014would it even be a book?\u2014without a voice at all. Someone who had really divested herself of personhood would simply exist without intervening in the world, the way a rock does. That Cusk goes on writing is evidence that she cannot really envision the negation of self that she claims to desire. In\u00a0<em>Parade<\/em>, she confesses that \u2018a novel was a voice, and a voice had to belong to someone.\u2019 If she ever succeeds in becoming no one, she will stop writing novels that wish they weren\u2019t novels. Instead, there will be only a flash of white light, originating nowhere in particular, beaming out into the uneventful void.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Becca Rothfeld on Rachel Cusk\u2019s\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/reviews\/life-of-m\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><strong><em>Life of M<\/em><\/strong><\/a>\u00a0(<a href=\"https:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/magazine\/2026\/08\/24\/life-of-m-rachel-cusk-book-review\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The New Yorker<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-136803 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Night-Night-Fawn-199x300.jpg\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 199px) 100vw, 199px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Night-Night-Fawn-199x300.jpg 199w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Night-Night-Fawn-678x1024.jpg 678w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Night-Night-Fawn-768x1161.jpg 768w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Night-Night-Fawn-33x50.jpg 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Night-Night-Fawn.jpg 794w\" alt=\"Night Night Fawn\" width=\"199\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"136803\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/?attachment_id=136803\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Night-Night-Fawn.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"794,1200\" 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=\"Night Night Fawn\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Night-Night-Fawn-678x1024.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\u201cJordy Rosenberg\u2019s novel\u00a0<em>Night Night Fawn<\/em>\u00a0traces the collapse of this fantasy and all of Barbara\u2019s other thwarted ambitions. Said ambitions end up being displaced onto her only daughter, who turns out to be an incorrigible lesbian, an intractable Marxist\u2014a Trotskyite!\u2014and eventually, horror of horrors, not a daughter at all. In some sense,\u00a0<em>Night Night Fawn<\/em>\u00a0resembles the trans literature we know\u2014it\u2019s structured around the central tragedy of a parent tormenting a child for their gender expression\u2014but the primary object of Rosenberg\u2019s attention here is the parent, not the child. Rosenberg retains the ethnographic lens common to so much trans fiction and memoir but turns it on Barbara, on both her Zionist and gender dogmatism. The Rosenberg family, like any other nuclear family, is supposed to transmit these most precious values from parent to child.\u00a0<em>Night Night Fawn<\/em>\u00a0attests to the many ways that this transmission can go badly wrong, and hints at something further\u2014at the political and relational changes that become possible when a parent fails.<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s bad enough that Barbara is fated to die under the care of J., \u2018the specific individual I had successfully purged from the family decades ago.\u2019 But worse yet, every day J. looks more and more like a bird: fingers edged in feathers, black beak and gray tongue, scabby claws. Rosenberg\u2019s slip from satire into science fiction assumes that readers will need as much help as they can get to begin to comprehend a transphobic parent\u2019s point of view: In order to fully evoke Barbara\u2019s horror at her child\u2019s transformation, it is necessary to show J. becoming an actual, life-size monster. After all, there would be nothing horrifying about a J. who, day by day, was just beginning to look like himself.<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIn an essay from her 1998 collection\u00a0<em>Mourning Becomes the Law<\/em>, the philosopher Gillian Rose called for a different kind of Holocaust film, one intended to work on the viewer in a different way altogether. Rather than portray the Nazi as a manifestation of ineffable evil, she argued, such a film should lure us in, should lead us to identify with the Nazi to such an extent that \u2018we put our hands on the trigger with him, wanting him to get what he wants.\u2019 Instead of leaving the theater feeling sentimental but politically intact, we should \u2019emerge with the dry eyes of a deep grief,\u2019 newly aware of our past and present complicity in fascism.<\/p>\n<div>\n<p>Rosenberg selected a quote from that Gillian Rose essay as his epigraph, and you get the sense that, writing\u00a0<em>Night Night Fawn<\/em>, he was never unaware of the work he was trying to do: to expose his mother\u2019s full culpability in Zionism, while making it perfectly clear that she was not so different from our own mothers, friends, neighbors, colleagues. Besides being a biting portrait of Barbara Rosenberg and a drama about parent-child relationships,\u00a0<em>Night Night Fawn<\/em>\u00a0is also an exhaustive accounting of something else: how Barbara\u2014and so many other ordinary people\u2014incubated Zionism within the family and, as Rosenberg put it, \u2018tried to make the mass murder and ethnic cleansing of Palestinians seem normal.&#8217;\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Emmet Fraizer on Jordy Rosenberg\u2019s\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/reviews\/night-night-fawn\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><strong><em>Night Night Fawn\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/a>(<a href=\"https:\/\/www.thenation.com\/article\/culture\/night-night-fawn-jordy-rosenberg\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Nation<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-136805 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Range-200x300.jpg\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Range-200x300.jpg 200w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Range-683x1024.jpg 683w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Range-768x1152.jpg 768w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Range-1024x1536.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Range-1365x2048.jpg 1365w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Range-33x50.jpg 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Range-scaled.jpg 1707w\" alt=\"Range\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"136805\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/?attachment_id=136805\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Range-scaled.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"1707,2560\" 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;1&quot;,&quot;alt&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Range\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/08\/Range-683x1024.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\u201cIn both her fiction (including the International Booker Prize finalist\u00a0<em>Mirror, Shoulder, Signal<\/em>\u00a0and the story collection\u00a0<em>Wild Swims<\/em>) and her travel memoir,\u00a0<em>A Line in the World: A Year on the North Sea Coast<\/em>, Nors writes characters\u2014including herself\u2014who sidestep convention and pay a price for doing so. They are observant, mordant and in various ways dislocated; \u201cmisfit\u201d is the common descriptor. But Nors\u2019s work is a sly rebuke to that word: Why must the individual be blamed for missing the fit? Why can\u2019t society soften, open itself more generously to all of us?<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThis is an obliquely composed novel of advances and withdrawals and buried clues, and the reader, like the astronomer, must patiently \u2018observe, note, conclude.\u2019 As you watch and wait you\u2019re sometimes rewarded with a narrative burst of fiery activity, or a subtler, more beautiful afterglow of revelation. It is a novel whose language and structure delicately enact its wrenching themes, most of all the heartache of enduring one\u2019s own chosen and carefully guarded loneliness.<\/p>\n<p class=\"css-12m5bll evys1bk0\">In Waight\u2019s translation, Nors\u2019s prose is scrubbed clean and often luminously poetic (the \u2018woollen darkness,\u2019 a \u2018quilt of light and rain\u2019). Passages are often intriguingly structured, building chains of soothing descriptions only to end in a flare of some surprising, unbidden truth. If her prot\u00e9g\u00e9\u2019s parents knew where he was at the moment, she imagines, \u2018they\u2019d be standing in their open-plan kitchen right now gazing anxiously at each other. They would adjust the light above the kitchen island with that dimmer switch his father had installed, and they would agree to direct their anger toward Gunn.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe \u2018range\u2019 in this novel is not only the grand stretch of the universe, but also the space between freedom and tether, the push and pull of distance and connection. But the kind of freedom Gunn desires can come at a terrible price, and there are reckonings to be made: not only with the monstrous Gable Woman but with Gunn\u2019s deepest, most estranged self. In an era when all language is subject to relentless algorithmic flattening, when books are so often rewarded for easy comprehension and bland sentiment,\u00a0<em>Range<\/em>\u00a0is a rebellious celebration of the singularity, and mystery, of humankind. We need more fiction like Nors\u2019s. Let the weird children come.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Charlotte Wood on Dorthe Nors\u2019s <a href=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/reviews\/range\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><strong><em>Range<\/em>\u00a0<\/strong><\/a>(<a href=\"https:\/\/www.nytimes.com\/2026\/08\/18\/books\/review\/range-dorthe-nors.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The New York Times Book Review<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<div data-testid=\"Dropzone-7\">\n<div id=\"story-ad-3-wrapper\" class=\"css-18tx0f0\">\n<div id=\"story-ad-3-slug\" class=\"css-47ks0y\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-135086 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2025\/11\/Languages-of-Home-199x300.jpg\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 199px) 100vw, 199px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2025\/11\/Languages-of-Home-199x300.jpg 199w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2025\/11\/Languages-of-Home-678x1024.jpg 678w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2025\/11\/Languages-of-Home-768x1159.jpg 768w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2025\/11\/Languages-of-Home-1018x1536.jpg 1018w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2025\/11\/Languages-of-Home-1357x2048.jpg 1357w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2025\/11\/Languages-of-Home-33x50.jpg 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2025\/11\/Languages-of-Home.jpg 1400w\" alt=\"Languages of Home\" width=\"199\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"135086\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/5-reviews-you-need-to-read-this-week-11-20-2025\/languages-of-home\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2025\/11\/Languages-of-Home.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"1400,2113\" 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;}\" data-image-title=\"Languages of Home\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2025\/11\/Languages-of-Home-678x1024.jpg\" \/><\/div>\n<div>\n<p>\u201c<em>Languages of Home<\/em>\u00a0is John Edgar Wideman\u2019s first collection of essays, profiles, and creative nonfiction. Although it is a welcome addition to his oeuvre, its emergence might be surprising to Wideman\u2019s closest readers. While a master novelist and memoirist, he tends not to be nostalgic or precious about his past work. He doesn\u2019t like looking back, especially at his own literary record. Wideman may even greet\u00a0<em>Languages<\/em>\u00a0with some ambivalence. He seems to suggest as much in \u2018Joe Wood,\u2019 a gorgeous piece from his mesmeric, elegiac 2024 book of fiction and nonfiction,\u00a0<em>Slaveroad<\/em>, in which the voice narrating \u2018Joe Wood\u2019 worries that collecting his nonfiction would only lead to &#8216;inevitable disappointment.&#8217; That voice belongs to a writer\u2014simultaneously Wideman-like and not Wideman at all\u2014who, upon scanning his editor\u2019s proposal for a book that sounds a lot like <em>Languages<\/em>, ponders the futility of such projects.<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIn these pieces, you\u2019ll find Wideman thinking through Black history and ethics, interrogating the legacies of violence in American life, and imagining how strong art can lead us to those elsewheres of dreams and possibility. In this way,\u00a0<em>Languages<\/em>\u00a0is an archival distillation of Wideman\u2019s six-decade writing career, specifically in terms of his essays. But this compendium is also something more: It is a craft book about the African American literary tradition and Black vernacular practices, the aesthetic resources that both bestow, and the art of improvising in and on the essay form.<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWideman\u2019s reluctance to look backward seems to be motivated by his desire to keep his past labors from inhibiting his consistent creative output. Interviewed by Elias Rodriques for\u00a0<em>The Nation<\/em>\u00a0in 2021, Wideman explained: \u2018I don\u2019t want to look back. What\u2019s in it for me? One of the scariest things is picking up a story and reading a line and thinking, \u201cWhy did I spend my time doing that?\u201d or \u201cI wish I had a red pencil to get this boy in better shape.\u201d\u2019 Yet what is striking is that although Wideman has long been ambivalent about history and biography playing a role in the critical appraisal of Black literature and art, both have also long haunted his literary works. After the completion and release of his third novel,\u00a0<em>The Lynchers<\/em>, in 1973, Wideman entered a seven-year period of \u2018\u201cwoodshedding,\u201d as [jazz] musicians would say,\u2019 a complex, experimental conversion of his own biographical circumstances and family history into the basic material of literary art.<\/p>\n<p>Playing one-on-one with the Black tradition, Wideman recapitulated the lessons he\u2019d learned from his criticism, recalibrated his approach to writing, rejuvenated his prose musically, and crystallized a new style that simultaneously embodied the tradition, renewed it, and moved it into the future. These adjustments served his art and production enormously. Among the innovations of these books is Wideman\u2019s transposing a very real place, the Homewood section of Pittsburgh\u2014what we might call, after Albert Murray, his \u2018briar patch\u2019\u2014into a very special setting in American literature.<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOne might argue that his impulse to improvise, to emulate the energy of a pickup game, informs the antiphonic nature of both the essays in\u00a0<em>Languages of Home<\/em>\u00a0and his frequent on-court sparring with the Black literary tradition. He may not need these essays, but we do. These pages communicate ideas for and questions about pursuing freedom. The process of reading them can feel like going one-on-one with the author, or better, rolling to an outdoor court with Wideman and calling out, \u2018Who got next?&#8217;\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Walton Muyumba on John Edgar Wideman\u2019s\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/reviews\/languages-of-home-essays-on-writing-hoop-and-american-lives-1975-2025\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><strong><em>Languages of Home: Essays on Writing, Hoop, and American Lives 1975-2025<\/em>\u00a0<\/strong><\/a>(<a href=\"https:\/\/www.thenation.com\/article\/culture\/john-edgar-wideman-essays\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Nation<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/reviews\/communion-finding-my-way-back-to-faith\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-136479 size-medium aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/06\/a2fcbe9ac6b1f98b5f01d5dc7ff3a3ca-199x300.gif\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 199px) 100vw, 199px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/06\/a2fcbe9ac6b1f98b5f01d5dc7ff3a3ca-199x300.gif 199w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/06\/a2fcbe9ac6b1f98b5f01d5dc7ff3a3ca-33x50.gif 33w, https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/06\/a2fcbe9ac6b1f98b5f01d5dc7ff3a3ca.gif 429w\" alt=\"Communion: Finding My Way Back to Faith Cover\" width=\"199\" height=\"300\" data-attachment-id=\"136479\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/bookmark\/communion-finding-my-way-back-to-faith\/communion-finding-my-way-back-to-faith-cover\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/06\/a2fcbe9ac6b1f98b5f01d5dc7ff3a3ca.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;}\" data-image-title=\"Communion: Finding My Way Back to Faith Cover\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/s26162.pcdn.co\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2026\/06\/a2fcbe9ac6b1f98b5f01d5dc7ff3a3ca.gif\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\u201cSomething is off in J.D. Vance\u2019s new memoir, <em>Communion: Finding My Way Back to Faith<\/em>. To begin with, there seems to be some confusion over what faith we\u2019re talking about. The book is presumably about Vance\u2019s conversion to Catholicism but, as many have pointed out, there\u2019s a Methodist church on the dust jacket. Finding a \u2018way back\u2019 is also an unusual way to talk about conversion, which is typically framed as discovering a way forward. Initially, I chalked these choices up to carelessness, the kind of missteps you\u2019d expect of a book that\u2019s meant to be\u00a0<em>written about<\/em>\u00a0more than\u00a0<em>read<\/em>, but on the first page I realized these issues were coming from inside the house.<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIf we believe Vance,\u00a0<em>Communion<\/em>\u00a0is a simple journey of personal faith\u2014he is raised in various Protestant denominations, dabbles in atheism, and eventually becomes a Catholic. He never strays far from Christianity, and there\u2019s not one big revelation that brings him back: it\u2019s a slow realization. My own realization came as I read Vance\u2019s description of his time at Yale Law School, when he and his classmates were vying for Supreme Court clerkships, all trying to become members of what he calls \u2018the elect.\u2019 Ultimately, he will not be admitted to this club, but that\u2019s fine, he says; neither was Peter Thiel. What an odd thing to say.<\/p>\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cVance later ties his introduction to [French philosopher Ren\u00e9] Girard explicitly to Thiel, but he fails to disclose the extent of their relationship. No other mention will be made of the tech titan\u2014not Vance\u2019s job at his investment firm, not Thiel\u2019s backing of Vance\u2019s own firm, not Thiel\u2019s record-breaking $15 million donation to Vance\u2019s Senate race, and not the peace Thiel brokered between Vance and former president Donald Trump that led to Vance\u2019s place on the 2024 ticket. To hear Vance tell it, Thiel was a kind of Christian motivational speaker who gave a lecture he happened to attend at Yale. In other interviews, Vance calls that lecture the single most impactful event during his time there. This might be true, and yet it is not that lecture that shapes\u00a0<em>Communion<\/em>. Instead, it\u2019s Thiel\u2019s\u00a0<em>other\u00a0<\/em>lecture, \u2018The Straussian Moment,\u2019 that provides a critical framework for Vance\u2019s otherwise puzzling book. Thiel originally delivered \u2018The Straussian Moment\u2019 at his 2004 self-funded conference Politics and the Apocalypse, and later published it as an essay. Ostensibly, it\u2019s a response to the terrorist attacks on 9\/11, but more accurately, it\u2019s a series of philosophical loop the loops that weaves the work of Ren\u00e9 Girard, Leo Strauss, and Carl Schmitt into an argument for transforming the United States into an authoritarian Christian nation-state.<\/p>\n<div class=\"pw-ad-scroll-container pw-clearfix\" data-pw-in-article=\"true\" data-batch-id=\"in_content13\">\n<div class=\"pw-ad-container-logo\">\n<p>\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cTo put it plainly, Thiel thinks that the United States has abandoned religion and the Enlightenment has failed. The world has become a globalized, godless place where all choices are equally valid and we have fallen into a live-and-let-live passivity. This has brought an empty-headed peace, fanatically protected by liberals under the guise of multiculturalism, though in reality they\u2019re dazzled by cheap consumer goods and driven by envy to protect the system that supplied them. In this anti-society, intellectuals are punished for even mentioning that cultures used to have distinct differences and, in his opinion, echelons. In Thiel\u2019s mind, the Christian West must remember who they are if they are to defeat Muslims from the Middle East. They must realize their culture and religion are superior in order to reinvigorate themselves to fight for it.<\/p>\n<p class=\"styles_text__Q5ZIK text styles_article__7yRui styles_body__LwT3a\">The title of Thiel\u2019s lecture is never mentioned in\u00a0<em>Communion<\/em>, but a professor would be within her rights to mark it as uncited source material. Early on, Vance introduces the exact same societal problem as Thiel with the same question about terrorism, attributing it to an unnamed Iraqi during his deployment as a US marine: \u2018You\u2019re the most powerful country in the world, but you can\u2019t keep a crazy man from blowing up a market? What\u2019s wrong with you?\u2019 And Vance will come to the same conclusion, beat for beat\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2013Elizabeth Harper on JD Vance\u2019s\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/bookmarks.reviews\/reviews\/communion-finding-my-way-back-to-faith\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><strong><em>Communion<\/em><\/strong><\/a>\u00a0(<a href=\"https:\/\/lareviewofbooks.org\/article\/jd-vance-communion-straussian-peter-thiel-plagiarism-maga\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Los Angeles Review of Books<\/em><\/a>)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Our feast of fabulous reviews this week includes Becca Rothfeld on Rachel Cusk\u2019s\u00a0Life of M, Emmet Fraizer on Jordy Rosenberg\u2019s\u00a0Night Night Fawn, Charlotte Wood on Dorthe Nors\u2019s Range, Walton Muyumba on John Edgar Wideman\u2019s\u00a0Languages of Home, and Elizabeth Harper on<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":873,"featured_media":273703,"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-275950","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-19MO","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/Communion.png","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275950","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=275950"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275950\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/273703"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=275950"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=275950"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=275950"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":275455,"date":"2026-08-20T05:09:44","date_gmt":"2026-08-20T09:09:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=275455"},"modified":"2026-08-19T21:43:46","modified_gmt":"2026-08-20T01:43:46","slug":"how-orchids-inspired-the-groundbreaking-work-of-charles-darwin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/how-orchids-inspired-the-groundbreaking-work-of-charles-darwin\/","title":{"rendered":"How Orchids Inspired the Groundbreaking Work of Charles Darwin"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Nestled within the tarmac lasso around London formed by the M25 motorway but feeling very far in time and space from the city, Charles Darwin\u2019s home, Down House, has a spooky quality: it feels like he just popped out. His office is strewn with correspondence and open books, specimens of insects and fossils; his chair, fitted with castors so he could roll around like a Dalek collecting things, still seems to retain the impression of his body. A wooden slide is propped against a wall: Darwin had made it to fit over the staircase, so the children could slide down on cushions.<\/p>\n<p>In fact the presence of his children lingers: a mulberry tree growing up the side of the house, gnarled and propped up on stilts, is the same tree the Darwin children would climb down from their bedroom window. There\u2019s a display about poor Annie Darwin, her father\u2019s favorite child, who died aged ten, whose death stripped her father of his last intellectual respect for a Christian god. The gardens are planted with the same flowers Emma grew (she was in charge of the garden) and the kitchen garden still grows the same vegetables that fed the Darwins and their staff.<\/p>\n<p>Antony O\u2019Rourke, the current head gardener, shows me around and encourages me to pick some food. The evening after visiting I eat chard and cavolo nero grown in Emma\u2019s kitchen garden. It\u2019s a pseudo-religious experience. I scraped my boots on the same boot scraper outside the greenhouse that Darwin used. I walked the Sandwalk, the thinking path around the property Darwin would pace every day.<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">This is the magnificence of orchids: in form their deception, their sexuality, their lust, their <i>behavior <\/i>is frozen in place.<\/p>\n<p>The path wanders through woodland that didn\u2019t exist in Darwin\u2019s time\u2014because he planted it. People talk about our debt to the future, and the things we should do now for the sake of people not yet born, and walking in mature woods that Darwin created filled me with love and gratitude. I found the spot on the path where he would place a stone, so he could keep count of the number of laps he\u2019d completed (his children would add stones after he\u2019d walked past to trick him). In Darwin\u2019s woods I was moved that I was feeling pleasure from something he initiated but never got to see. And in his woods are some plants he would be fascinated by.<\/p>\n<p>Here and there in the deep shade under the beeches is a species of orchid called violet helleborine (<i>Epipactis purpurata<\/i>). Antony explains that the orchids time their flowering for when fruits have fallen to the ground and wasps are patrolling for food. Bees avoid the gloom of the understory\u2014with few flowers, there\u2019s little to entice them\u2014but wasps don\u2019t mind it, and are attracted to the helleborines by the promise of an intoxicating nectar (itself made by a symbiosis with fungi). When they drink it, becoming dusted with pollen as they do so, the wasps seem to get drunk. They give up on personal hygiene; they let themselves go. This means they don\u2019t groom themselves with anything like the care they normally would, and pollen remains stuck to them. They stagger to the next flower, like a pub crawl with bonus pollination events. If you examine the orchid flowers, you\u2019ll find a sort of shield stopping the pollen falling from the male parts of the flower onto the female parts, preventing self-pollination.<\/p>\n<p>But the pollen parts are themselves tucked away, meaning the plant can\u2019t rely on wind for pollination. You can predict, therefore, that this must be an insect-pollinated flower. This is the magnificence of orchids: in form their deception, their sexuality, their lust, their <i>behavior <\/i>is frozen in place. This too is the wonder of trees, how their lives stretch for hundreds of years, fixed in place, experiencing the decades, recording the seasons, capturing their essence; the thousands of seeds produced, rolling with the punches, countless dramas and births and deaths and battles, all taking place in something apparently static, that we walk past and take for granted. And in their relationship with fungi there is more still, underground.<\/p>\n<p>Darwin had long been interested in orchids, possibly influenced by the borderline sexual love his grandfather, Erasmus, felt for them and put into his writings. In <i>The Botanic Garden<\/i>, Darwin <i>grand-p\u00e8re<\/i>\u2019s sensational two-part poem of 1791, orchids are portrayed as &#8220;harlot-nymphs&#8221; trying to ensnare their hosts:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>The scaly monsters roll\u2019d<br \/>\nRing above ring, in many tangled fold<br \/>\nClose and more close their writhing limbs surround<br \/>\nAnd fix with foamy teeth the envenom\u2019d wound.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Remember that <i>tangled fold<\/i>\u2014we\u2019ll come back to tangles later. Charles Darwin, well aware of his grandfather\u2019s love of orchids, became deeply obsessed himself at least from around 1855, but probably earlier (he moved to Down House in 1842). By carefully examining the flowers of orchids he had sent to him by growers and collectors around the world, he learned to deduce from their structure which orchids are pollinated by insects and which are self-pollinated. More than that, he could give a description of the pollinator from the flower alone. When sent specimens of an extraordinary orchid with a flower tube some thirty centimeters long from opening to nectary at the base, he predicted the existence of a moth with a tongue of the same length. It\u2019s the evolutionary equivalent of an astronomer predicting the existence of a planet by its gravitational effect, which is how Neptune was discovered.<\/p>\n<p>Twenty years after Darwin died such a moth was indeed found in Madagascar, and given the species name <i>praedicta <\/i>to honor the insight. Darwin\u2019s grandfather had thought orchids mimicked insects in order to scare them away and prevent the nectar being stolen: the similarity to a fly or a bee means &#8220;it is probable that by this means it may often escape being plundered.&#8221; He got it completely the wrong way round. Bee orchids practice what\u2019s called sexual deception mimicry, and they do it in two different phases, visual and chemical. That is, they look and smell like female bees, and they do it in order to attract male bees. Erasmus died a few years before Charles was even born, and what a shame the elder never knew what the younger discovered.<\/p>\n<p>In Darwin\u2019s time violet helleborines didn\u2019t grow around Down House\u2014they\u2019ve been introduced by the gardeners\u2014but Darwin would have been delighted. He was particularly keen on a related species, the marsh helleborine, and had specimens sent to him for study. &#8220;The examination of that species,&#8221; he wrote to a botanist supplier, &#8220;has been one of my greatest treats, which I owe to you. I fear I am very unreasonable; but this subject is a passion with me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Violet helleborines are incredibly picky orchids, requiring a mature beech forest growing on a clay soil overlaid on chalk. Darwin knew this. One of the reasons he picked Down House when making the move from London was for its geology, as the village of Downe is on the border of the clay-rich Thames basin and the chalk downs, meaning that the area, at this inter-face of rock types, would be particularly species-rich. He didn\u2019t know the reason that helleborines can endure the deep gloom of the forest floor; he didn\u2019t know that they obtain food from the fungal threads radiating from their roots into the soil and meshing with the roots of the beech trees. Some orchids shirk their green nature completely, becoming albino and relying completely\u2014parasitically, one might say\u2014on food from the fungal network.<\/p>\n<p>By 1858 Darwin had carefully examined around a hundred flowers of <i>Orchis muscifera <\/i>(the fly orchid) and was preparing to immerse himself completely in orchid work when, around June 18, a letter arrived from a certain Alfred Russel Wallace. Darwin knew of him vaguely, as Wallace had written to him once before. But this letter was different. Born in 1823 (at the time Darwin was a schoolboy collecting insects and rocks), Wallace had spent the last eight years exploring the Malay Archipelago of Indonesia, Malaysia and Papua New Guinea and making quite a name for himself as a naturalist.<\/p>\n<p>Laid up in bed with a fever, Wallace, who had just read Malthus (Darwin read him in 1838) and had been thinking long about evolution, had an insight into how species could change over time. He didn\u2019t call it natural selection, but it was the same idea, based around competition: more individuals are born than can survive, some are better able to survive than others, the difference is heritable, therefore the survivors\u2019 descendants gradually become adapted to their environments. This theory made up the contents of the letter.<\/p>\n<p>Darwin, by then forty-nine and not in the greatest health, was staggered. Suddenly orchids had to wait. Here was an outline of the same theory that Darwin had spent decades working on. Darwin and Wallace agreed to publish together, and a presentation of their idea was given at the Linnean Society. The next year, 1859, Darwin published <i>On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection<\/i>. He was able to get it out so quickly because over the years he had been compiling a longer version, practically in secret. I saw the cupboard at Down House where he stashed the manuscript, fearful of the revolution it would unleash.<\/p>\n<p>In 1844 he wrote a letter to his wife asking her, in the event of his sudden death, to send the manuscript to a trusted editor to get it published. What did Emma think when she received it? Had he mentioned it to her first, then just sent the letter so she would have the details about what to do? It doesn\u2019t seem so, from the text. But then for all his modernity as a playful father, the Darwins were members of the Victorian upper class. Perhaps he sent the letter about his potential death so they wouldn\u2019t have the discomfort of talking about it. And it\u2019s hard to deduce Emma\u2019s feelings from her appointments diary. When her husband did eventually die, on April 19, 1882, the entry, in its entirety, states &#8220;fatal attack at 12.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>As it turned out, it helped that Darwin had to pause his work on orchids. When his orchid book was finally published in 1862, he was able to use it to answer many of the criticisms of natural selection that had been leveled at him in the previous few years. But the symbiotic essence of orchids, the key to their immense evolutionary and ecological success, remained unknown until the end of nineteenth century. Even then, the orchid-fungal symbiosis was seen as a quirk of their nature. Even <i>now<\/i>, it is seen as that, rather than the partnership that is key to the success of one of the biggest flower families, and an example of a process that drives and perforates all of life.<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">Bernard and Loudon, Darwins Erasmus and Charles: they had the courage and vision to imagine unheard-of possibilities.<\/p>\n<p>Much remains unknown. The arrangement works well enough for the orchid, but what about for the fungus? In most cases the fungus receives sugars made from photosynthesis in return for the nutrients it provides the orchid. That\u2019s not the case in flowers with no chlorophyll, such as the bird\u2019s-nest orchid. They cheat\u2014they parasitize the fungus without giving anything in return. But even &#8220;normal&#8221; orchids, ones that photosynthesize, dip into supplies from the fungal bank more than once thought.<\/p>\n<p>Our understanding changes. At one time, all orchids were thought to be parasites on trees. It took a pioneering writer on gardening and orchids, Jane Loudon, to show otherwise.<\/p>\n<p>Loudon, who died in 1858, a year before Darwin published the <i>Origin<\/i>, was a woman ahead of her time. In 1827, when she was twenty, she published an extraordinary science fiction novel, <i>The Mummy!<\/i>, about the Egyptian pharaoh Cheops, brought back to life in the year 2126. (Possibly she was inspired by the example of Mary Shelley, who had published <i>Frankenstein<\/i>, aged twenty, in 1818.)<\/p>\n<p>She was also a trail-blazing writer on gardening, and especially orchids, which at the time was not considered a pastime for women (well, nor was studying, nor voting, nor having the rights afforded to men). Orchids are not parasites, she wrote, but epiphytes, living <i>on <\/i>trees, not tapping into them. She wrote of a species called monkey\u2019s-throat orchid, &#8220;it has a most singular red and yellow flower, part of which resembles a skeleton\u2019s head with the vertebrae of the neck, and part two folded bat\u2019s wings.&#8221; Most orchids are in fact epiphytes; they perch high on the branches of trees, a shortcut to light and exposed to wind, if they need wind to be pollinated.<\/p>\n<p>And the fungal connection that No\u00ebl Bernard first discovered, the thread that enters the cells of the developing orchid, extends out of the cells and seeds and the roots and into the bark of the tree. It grows through the bark and into the roots and seeds and cells of other orchids. DNA analysis of the fungi in the orchid roots and the bark of trees shows that orchids on the same tree are connected by the same fungal mass.<\/p>\n<p>Bernard and Loudon, Darwins Erasmus and Charles: they had the courage and vision to imagine unheard-of possibilities; I like to imagine their reaction if we could tell them that orchids on trees and on the ground are linked by a fungal network, and that symbiosis is the driver behind the vast success of orchids in time and space.<\/p>\n<p>What would Erasmus have made of an extraordinary orchid from Peru, <i>Telipogon peruvianus <\/i>? He knew of the bee orchid and the fly orchid, mimics of insects, even if he got the explanation wrong. <i>Telipogon <\/i>mimics two organisms: a fly feeding on a flower. The shape and patterning on <i>Telipogon <\/i>resembles that of species of daisy with yellow ray florets that a particular species of fly feeds on. But in the center of the flower is a structure that mimics the fly. The lure of both the flower that the fly feeds on, and the female fly herself, proves a powerful combination for the male. He doesn\u2019t actually copulate with the flower, as happens in some other species, but goes through his elaborate foreplay\u2014pre-copulatory behavior, as it is termed\u2014which is enough to pollinate the flower. When orchids are rare and hard to find, you need all the attractive power you can muster. In China, there is the only known example of a mammal-pollinated orchid. The flower, <i>Cymbidium serratum<\/i>, has green petals but a brightly colored lip, or labellum, which is sweet, a tasty treat for the wild mountain mouse. When the mouse eats the labellum, it is daubed with pollen which it transfers to the next flower on the food stop.<\/p>\n<p>An even more intriguing &#8220;what if&#8221; is what if Charles Darwin had known that orchids send food packages to their offspring, via the underground fungal network? Orchid obsessive that he was, Darwin had probably observed that wild orchids often turn up in clusters. You might find an adult plant, and then notice several younger plants scattered around it. Orchid seedlings don\u2019t contain chlorophyll, so are unable to photosynthesize and in the wild rely entirely on sugar donated from mycorrhizal fungi to germinate and grow. But could the clusters around adult plants mean the seedlings are getting nutrition from their parent?<\/p>\n<p>Through painstaking experiments in 2023, botanists at the University of Sheffield grew common spotted orchids in a growth medium in the lab. Orchids are notoriously fiddly to grow, and it took the mystifying addition of a dash of pineapple juice to coax the spotted orchid seeds to germinate. Once they had the plants connected to a fungal network and growing in the lab, the team fed them with carbon dioxide &#8220;labeled&#8221; with a mildly radioactive carbon atom. This allowed the botanists to trace the path of the CO2 as it was taken from the air and made into sugars by photosynthesis. Then they followed the sugars into the fungal network underground where it went to feed orchid seedlings that had not yet developed their chlorophyll. Parental nurture, botanist Katie Field calls it. Katie showed me the orchids growing in their pineapple-laced medium. The contrast between what they looked like, weirdly isolated in a lab setting, and what they were showing\u2014care for their off-spring delivered by a postal service run by another species\u2014was stark.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">___________________________<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"275456\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/how-orchids-inspired-the-groundbreaking-work-of-charles-darwin\/cover_togetherness\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Cover_Togetherness-scaled.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"1707,2560\" 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=\"Cover_Togetherness\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Cover_Togetherness-683x1024.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-275456\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Cover_Togetherness-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Cover_Togetherness-200x300.jpg 200w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Cover_Togetherness-683x1024.jpg 683w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Cover_Togetherness-768x1152.jpg 768w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Cover_Togetherness-40x60.jpg 40w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Cover_Togetherness-1024x1536.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Cover_Togetherness-1365x2048.jpg 1365w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Cover_Togetherness-33x50.jpg 33w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Cover_Togetherness-scaled.jpg 1707w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>From<\/em> <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780593802663\">Togetherness: Symbiosis and the Hidden Story of Life&#8217;s Greatest Collaborations<\/a><em> by Rowan Hooper. Copyright \u00a9 2026. Available from Alfred A. Knopf, an imprint of Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, a division of Penguin Random House, LLC.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Nestled within the tarmac lasso around London formed by the M25 motorway but feeling very far in time and space from the city, Charles Darwin\u2019s home, Down House, has a spooky quality: it feels like he just popped out. His<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":31573,"featured_media":275478,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[6,43231,43092,43444],"tags":[4740,10954,13631,42552,60655,69060,16228,8819,78343,20907,111690],"class_list":["post-275455","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-features","category-nature","category-newsandculture","category-science","tag-alfred-a-knopf","tag-botany","tag-charles-darwin","tag-flowers","tag-knopf-doubleday-publishing-group","tag-orchids","tag-penguin-random-house","tag-plants","tag-rowan-hooper","tag-the-natural-world","tag-togetherness-symbiosis-and-the-hidden-story-of-lifes-greatest-collaborations","story-type-the-natural-world"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-19EP","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/darwin-orchid.png","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275455","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\/31573"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=275455"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275455\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/275478"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=275455"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=275455"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=275455"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":275818,"date":"2026-08-20T05:08:19","date_gmt":"2026-08-20T09:08:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=275818"},"modified":"2026-08-19T21:45:45","modified_gmt":"2026-08-20T01:45:45","slug":"what-does-progress-mean-anyway","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/what-does-progress-mean-anyway\/","title":{"rendered":"What Does \u201cProgress\u201d Mean, Anyway?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Progress is a precursor to, perhaps even a prerequisite for, optimism. Not the psychological optimism of cheery moods, but the scientific optimism that is the main subject of this book. Psychological optimism, as I have suggested, is more like resignation\u2014making the best of what you have, finding silver linings. Scientific optimism is forward-looking, even obsessed with a future of possibilities.<\/p>\n<p>Progress, too, is future-oriented. While that may sound trivial to modern ears\u2014of course, progress requires a future\u2014it has not always been so. Even today, progress is a controversial subject. We\u2019re all quite happy to have anesthesia. Less happy for sure about The Bomb. Both are the result of scientific progress.<\/p>\n<p>How do we parse this and many other examples of technologies that are used for good or ill, or many times both? Scientific progress is littered with genies we might rather not have let out of the bottle. Nonetheless, I think that most people would agree that the benefits are undeniable and, by most measures, outweigh the harms. Arguments over progress fill books and journals and podcasts and many other media, most of which rely themselves on some technological progress. Progress is a fraught subject.<\/p>\n<p>Let us try avoiding this complicated morass by separating the <i>idea <\/i>of progress from the products of progress. This is not just a semantic trick, but a way to see aspects of progress that have shaped human society and attitudes, no matter how you feel about the particular results of that progress. It\u2019s not that I think discussions about the values of progress are not important, but for our purposes here, it is not any particular progress that matters. It is the <i>idea <\/i>of progress and having that idea as a regular part of our mental lives\u2014as a shared outlook, as an expectation, as commonplace\u2014that have so radically changed us and our social constitution in the last few centuries.<\/p>\n<p>This <i>idea <\/i>of progress is something that gets much less attention than the products and values of progress, perhaps because it has become so habitual in our thinking that we are all sure we know what it means. Not so. There are many layers of meaning and many aspects to the concept that are worth examining, especially in light of our attempts to redefine optimism, which depends in many ways, and in many not-so-obvious ways, on the idea of progress. So, let\u2019s complicate the <i>idea <\/i>of progress. That will require us to let go of some familiar associations attached to the word and consider some perhaps unexpected ones.<\/p>\n<p>First, we should disabuse ourselves of the notion that progress as an idea is something innate to human beings, that it has been around since people were painting pictures on cave walls. There is no strong evidence that Paleolithic cave artists were expressing an explicit optimism for the future in the way we think of that sentiment today. Most scholars interpret early cave art as tied to immediate concerns\u2014rituals, communication, or sympathetic magic\u2014rather than a conscious projection of hope into an abstract future. There is a lack of explicit progress iconography\u2014of a past or present, a before and after, or a change over time. Indeed, the paintings may just as easily have been a depiction of a recently successful hunt, with no thought of the future.<\/p>\n<p>Several things are required for an idea such as progress to gain a footing, and it was not until the Scientific Revolution that all of those were met. This is not to say that some notion of change did not exist before the late sixteenth century, but with very few exceptions, it seems that change was either not highly regarded or simply occurred so slowly as to go largely unnoticed.<\/p>\n<p>It may seem remarkable, but the Athenian Greeks, so admired for providing the foundations of philosophy and democratic ideals of governance and even an early devotion to something we could sort of call science, had no single word for progress. There were words that could loosely be translated as progress but they were more like \u201cchange\u201d or \u201cincrease\u201d or some vague property that we might now associate with progress. To the extent that progress was considered, it was typically thought to be undesirable. Progress and the change associated with it were a source of dissolution and decay, a further loss of the innocence of the Golden Age of the ancestors. They were the opposite of stability and dependability. Consider the mythic fates of Icarus, Prometheus, Hercules\u2014all were punished rather severely for trying to expand knowledge, to make progress.<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">It\u2019s not that there was no progress, but that within a single generation, so little changed as to be imperceptible.<\/p>\n<p>The Platonic ideal of transcendent forms that exist in eternity is another block to progress, because, strictly speaking, there is no open future and no such thing as invention. As E.R. Dodds put it in his famous essay, \u201cThe Ancient Concept of Progress,\u201d \u201cWhat the ancients call invention is but recollection of a reality which is already there\u2014nothing entirely new can ever come into being.\u201d There is nothing new under the sun, only perhaps approaches to more perfect versions that already exist in some transcendent place.<\/p>\n<p>Yes, the Greeks made remarkable advances in mathematics, but mostly in geometry, which is about solid, stable objects and uses a strict hierarchy of axioms, rules, and procedures\u2014very Platonic. I doubt the Greeks could have imagined calculus, the mathematics of change. Indeed, no one would until nearly two thousand years after Euclid. What progress was made in some technological areas\u2014navigation, shipbuilding\u2014was seen as the pinnacle of achievement. There was little motivation to go further.<\/p>\n<p>There were exceptions, but they were outliers. Archimedes wrote, \u201cI apprehend that some either of my contemporaries or of my successors will be enabled to discover other theorems in addition, which have not as yet occurred to me.\u201d In the second century BCE, the astronomer Hipparchus compiled a list of the fixed stars so that future astronomers might compare his observations to their own and discover what might have changed.<\/p>\n<p>But these ideas, it seems, did not percolate into the society of philosophers, politicians, and the average man, and were not taken up by the Roman civilization that supplanted the Athenian and Alexandrian Greeks. Roman science consisted mainly of improving technologies in civil engineering (water and road systems) and warfare, compiling medical knowledge, and developing tools for specialized uses. There was little of discovery and interest beyond this sort of technology development.<\/p>\n<p>Progress fared only slightly better in the long period from the fall of Rome (c. 475 CE) to the Renaissance (in the fourteenth century)\u2014one thousand years during which change was so slow that for nearly forty generations, most people saw little or no change in technology during their lifetimes (except perhaps in warfare). You would likely do what your parents did and your children would do as you did. Options were limited. It\u2019s not that there was no progress, but that within a single generation, so little changed as to be imperceptible.<\/p>\n<p>Think of the stirrup, sometimes credited as being one of the three most important inventions in the course of history. (The plow and gunpowder are the other two, or the printing press, depending on your perspective.) The stirrup probably originated in the Far East in the first century CE and was introduced in Europe around the seventh century. It remained of critical importance from then until about one hundred years ago, when horsemanship quite suddenly was no longer a required skill. That\u2019s thirteen hundred years of the same individual transportation technology. Julius Caesar and Thomas Jefferson both traveled around their lands by horse.<\/p>\n<p>Robert Merton, the renowned sociologist of science, has made the case that in spite of the occasional bright star or beacon of discovery in the earlier periods (e.g., Leonardo da Vinci, Robert Grosseteste, Roger Bacon), they were not enough to support a scientific infrastructure, or the social requirements of a scientific community. To remain viable, science must be widespread and continuous, able to spread and connect with other ideas and other minds.<\/p>\n<p>The Renaissance brings a spark of life to more worldly intellectual pursuits, and the very beginnings of science can be seen toward the end of that period and the start of what may be termed the early modern period (the mid-sixteenth to mid-seventeenth centuries). The Renaissance, as the name implies, was a rebirth of interest in classical (i.e., Greek and Roman) culture, and so was a look back as much as forward. Nonetheless, the Renaissance provided a kind of onramp to the Scientific Revolution and the much speedier pace of progress associated with it.<\/p>\n<p>This faster pace was a key element that allowed progress to become an idea, a viewpoint, a mental and social state. For that to happen, progress must be experienced within a generation, within a single lifetime. That means it must be rapid. I would go a step further and propose that for the idea of progress to become manifest, it must not only be rapid, but it must also <i>accelerate<\/i>. It is not enough for progress to be fast; the very rate of progress must increase. Then, and only then, will the <i>idea<\/i>, as much as its products, take hold of a society. It is a kind of cognitive bias that results from the way our sensory systems interact with the world that we are more aware of acceleration than of speed. Like flying in a plane, you don\u2019t really notice the speed when it is constant, only when there is acceleration.<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">Time was thus malleable and very local.<\/p>\n<p>Four critical prerequisites are necessary for the <i>idea <\/i>of progress to develop and become a driving force in society. Each of these arose separately over the course of time from Athenian Greece, but they came together in the Scientific Revolution and its immediate aftermath. They are what produced the idea of progress.<\/p>\n<p>First is a transition from a circular to a linear view of time and history. Circular philosophies of recurrence, common in many cultures and religious systems, are not as susceptible to progress, since they conceive of the world as repeating history in an endless cycle. For the Greeks, the circle was the perfect shape because this reflected their worldview of recurrence. Most ancient calendars are in the form of a circle, based on recurring astronomical events and repeating seasons.<\/p>\n<p>Even today, astrological calendars supposedly reflecting ancient views arrange the zodiacal months in a circle. The linear calendar we live and work with now is effectively infinite; you just keep adding days. (On the Calendar app provided with my Apple computer, I was able to scroll one hundred years into the future to 2125, and there seemed to be no end in sight.) This calendar takes for granted that time will proceed without end and therefore that unending progress is also possible. Although the short biblical history and prophecy of a coming apocalypse truncate the literal religious timescale, it was the Judeo-Christian adoption of a linear calendar that provided, if unintentionally, the ground for an open-ended view of continued progress. As J. B. Bury put it in his book <i>The Idea of Progress<\/i>, \u201cYou have not got the idea of progress until you go on to conceive that it is destined to advance indefinitely into the future.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>A considerable body of scholarship exists on the shift from circular to linear time and its effects on philosophy, society, and culture. Much of it is also wrapped up in the invention of mechanical clocks, in particular the mechanical clocks of medieval Europe. that progressed indefinitely\u2014the second, the minute, and the hour. Today, we argue about the merits of daylight saving time, but until the advent of clocks, hours were simply split into equal portions of day and night. During the summer, daytime hours were longer\u2014twelve of them needed to cover the day. Likewise, nighttime hours were shorter since there had to be twelve of them packed into the shorter night. In the winter, this was reversed. Time was thus malleable and very local.<\/p>\n<p>Keeping time in constant units allowed advances in navigation and in communication and collaboration over distances\u2014time units were now the same everywhere. Time could be parceled into measurable packets, but it was also continuous and unending. There was now a distinct past, present, and future. Calendars possessed an infinite timeline. Once a future existed, there could be progress.<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\" style=\"text-align: center;\">__________________________________<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"275819\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/what-does-progress-mean-anyway\/firestein_it-could-be-otherwise_300dpi\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/FIRESTEIN_It-Could-Be-Otherwise_300dpi.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"1688,2550\" 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=\"FIRESTEIN_It-Could-Be-Otherwise_300dpi\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/FIRESTEIN_It-Could-Be-Otherwise_300dpi-678x1024.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-275819 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/FIRESTEIN_It-Could-Be-Otherwise_300dpi-199x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"199\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/FIRESTEIN_It-Could-Be-Otherwise_300dpi-199x300.jpg 199w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/FIRESTEIN_It-Could-Be-Otherwise_300dpi-678x1024.jpg 678w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/FIRESTEIN_It-Could-Be-Otherwise_300dpi-768x1160.jpg 768w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/FIRESTEIN_It-Could-Be-Otherwise_300dpi-40x60.jpg 40w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/FIRESTEIN_It-Could-Be-Otherwise_300dpi-1017x1536.jpg 1017w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/FIRESTEIN_It-Could-Be-Otherwise_300dpi-1356x2048.jpg 1356w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/FIRESTEIN_It-Could-Be-Otherwise_300dpi-33x50.jpg 33w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/FIRESTEIN_It-Could-Be-Otherwise_300dpi.jpg 1688w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 199px) 100vw, 199px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Excerpted from <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/2344\/9781541606739\">It Could Be Otherwise: Science in the Age of Uncertainty<\/a> <em>by Stuart Firestein. \u00a9 2026 by Stuart Firestein. Available from Basic Books, an imprint of Hachette Book Group, Inc.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Progress is a precursor to, perhaps even a prerequisite for, optimism. Not the psychological optimism of cheery moods, but the scientific optimism that is the main subject of this book. Psychological optimism, as I have suggested, is more like resignation\u2014making<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":31690,"featured_media":275821,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[6,43101,43092,43444],"tags":[11854,52657,111803,20603,51274,111804,990,77717],"class_list":["post-275818","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-features","category-history","category-newsandculture","category-science","tag-basic-books","tag-hachette-book-group","tag-it-could-be-otherwise-science-in-the-age-of-uncertainty","tag-progress","tag-scientific-progress","tag-stuart-firestein","tag-time","tag-uncertainty"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-19KG","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/progress.png","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275818","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\/31690"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=275818"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275818\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/275821"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=275818"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=275818"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=275818"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":275475,"date":"2026-08-20T05:08:01","date_gmt":"2026-08-20T09:08:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=275475"},"modified":"2026-08-19T21:44:43","modified_gmt":"2026-08-20T01:44:43","slug":"can-plants-feel-pain-on-the-dynamic-sensitivity-of-the-vegetal-world","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/can-plants-feel-pain-on-the-dynamic-sensitivity-of-the-vegetal-world\/","title":{"rendered":"Can Plants Feel Pain? On the Dynamic Sensitivity of the Vegetal World"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u201cPlants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward toward consciousness&#8230;\u201d<br \/>\n\u2013Ralph Waldo Emerson<br \/>\n*<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>In the last century or so, we have made considerable progress in recognizing and interpreting the intelligence of all plants. Before scientists formulated their research, poets and naturalists had fathomed features of this intelligence. The most notable of contributions were made by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe in <i>The Metamorphosis of <\/i><i>Plants <\/i>(1790) and by Charles Darwin in his later books (written between 1862 and 1880).<\/p>\n<p>More recently, diligent and passionate biologists, chemists, and experts from other disciplines have used technology for contemporary experiments that reveal a spectrum of plant consciousness. Previously believed to be \u201cimmobile and insensitive,\u201d plants have been shown to exemplify similar, and sometimes greater, sense perception than animals. There is a lot of intelligent life working within the make-up of flora and much of it occurs in their roots.<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">Previously believed to be \u201cimmobile and insensitive,\u201d plants have been shown to exemplify similar, and sometimes greater, sense perception than animals.<\/p>\n<p>Each plant lives, breathes, and communicates and is \u201cendowed with personality and the attributes of soul.\u201d Darwin likened plants\u2019 sentient ability to brains of lower animals. Plants are able \u201cto transmit messages through the length of the plant body\u201d as well as to young shoots in their vicinity. The messages, and sometimes nutrients, are shared with neighboring plants, including those of different plant species. Research scientist Cleve Backster has suggested that plant sentience operates not only at a cellular level but also at the molecular, atomic, and possibly \u201ceven the subatomic\u201d levels.<\/p>\n<p>The widely held perception that plants are primitive for being static has also been refuted by those who have patiently taken the time to observe them. Plants move at certain times of the day, they \u201cturn in the dark, ready to face the morning sun\u201d as their tendrils reach for the security of trellises or trunks of trees (sometimes taking just an hour to curl themselves around a stationary object). Darwin noted that plants display this slow and subtle power of movement when it is to their advantage. A different type of mobility has been shown by researchers of climate change. In South American jungles, certain species of trees that thrive in cooler conditions have begun to migrate to higher terrains. Similar movements are now evident in the Alps, with the tree line of pine and hardwoods moving up mountainsides to places once covered by ice.<\/p>\n<p>The whole vegetal world responds and vibrates to the scalar (gravitational) and vector (electromagnetic) fields that operate within our planet and solar system. Green plants, being our planet\u2019s early manifested life, provide essential food to all living beings because of their ability to capture energy from the sun and utilize it to power all life processes. As receptacles for energy, plants communicate through vibrations, and these vibrations provide clues to their emotional states and sustaining intelligence. Not only is the host plant conscious, but its individual leaves have their own independent consciousness. For example, leaves detached from a mother plant, especially if threatened, torn up, or shredded, display high levels of anxiety.<\/p>\n<p>Utilizing polygraphs, cardiographs, and encephalographs, scientists have proven a complex plant intelligence that determines levels of stress and emotions, as well as ESP (extrasensory perception) and fear of dying. These emotions are pertinent not only to the plant or leaf itself but also to living matter in its vicinity. Once when Cleve Backster cut his finger and dabbed it with iodine, \u201cthe plant that was being monitored on the polygraph immediately reacted, apparently to the death of some cells in Backster\u2019s finger.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>In <i>The Secret Life of Plants<\/i>, Peter Tompkins and Christopher Bird document the research done on all aspects of consciousness in plant life. Experiments showed that plants respond to a positive and caring environment and are deeply disturbed by noise and harsh music. They become lonely when taken away from other plants in a greenhouse. Plants can also decipher positive and negative thoughts and attitudes. Researchers found that plants pass information among themselves and warn each other against predators and potential harms. For instance, when an insect begins munching on one plant\u2019s leaf, it warns its sister plants, who immediately secrete chemicals to make their taste less appetizing.<\/p>\n<p class=\"pullquote\">The widely held perception that plants are primitive for being static has also been refuted by those who have patiently taken the time to observe them.<\/p>\n<p>Research has also been done on plant consciousness through audible testing using electrodes. One incident involving tests on a cabbage showed that when cabbages not used for testing were being destroyed at random by the scientist, the cabbage hooked up to the machines indicated screaming or crying in a very high-pitched tone. Similar findings emerged in a Russian experiment when a leaf, after witnessing a live shrimp being dropped into boiling water, expressed high levels of stress and frantic behavior.<\/p>\n<p>This example illustrates that plants\u2019 feelings are not reserved for just their own kind. Speculations have arisen about the possibilities that plants\u2019 cellular consciousness is aware of cellular death beyond their immediate environment. From the experiments conducted this could well be the case. It makes possible the fact that uncontrolled felling of a rain forest could stress all green matter wherever it happened to grow. What such an idea suggests is that \u201csome sort of cellular consciousness must be common to all life.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Much of what has been discovered through scientific research, Indigenous people have known for ages. A Malaysian tribe called Chewong does not place a partition between human and nonhuman consciousness. The Chewong believe that what differentiates humans from animals and plant life is our differing perception of reality, that an \u201canimal \u2018worldview\u2019 circumscribed by the limitations of its brain and central nervous system&#8230;is every bit as valid and complete as that of humans.\u201d They use the term \u201cdifferent conscious beings\u201d in reference to wildlife. Quoting anthropologist Signe Howell, authors Peter Knudtson and David Suzuki claimed that \u201cas far as members of a particular species are concerned, the world that they view is the true one.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">___________________________<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"275476\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/can-plants-feel-pain-on-the-dynamic-sensitivity-of-the-vegetal-world\/vardey_greensoul_hc\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Vardey_GreenSoul_HC.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"1678,2550\" 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=\"Vardey_GreenSoul_HC\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Vardey_GreenSoul_HC-674x1024.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-275476\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Vardey_GreenSoul_HC-197x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"197\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Vardey_GreenSoul_HC-197x300.jpg 197w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Vardey_GreenSoul_HC-674x1024.jpg 674w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Vardey_GreenSoul_HC-768x1167.jpg 768w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Vardey_GreenSoul_HC-39x60.jpg 39w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Vardey_GreenSoul_HC-1011x1536.jpg 1011w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Vardey_GreenSoul_HC-1348x2048.jpg 1348w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Vardey_GreenSoul_HC-33x50.jpg 33w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/Vardey_GreenSoul_HC.jpg 1678w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 197px) 100vw, 197px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><i>From <\/i><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780063468726\">The Green Soul: Returning to Our Sacred Belonging in Nature<\/a><i> by Lucinda M. Vardey. Copyright <em>\u00a9 <\/em>2026. Reprinted with permission from <\/i><i>Harper<\/i><i>One, an imprint of <\/i><i>Harper<\/i><i>Collins Publishers.\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cPlants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward toward consciousness&#8230;\u201d \u2013Ralph Waldo Emerson * In the last century or so, we have made considerable progress in recognizing and interpreting the intelligence<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":31593,"featured_media":275490,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[6,43231,43092,43444],"tags":[56926,37361,111692,8819,111691,20907],"class_list":["post-275475","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-features","category-nature","category-newsandculture","category-science","tag-harpercollins-publishers","tag-harperone","tag-lucinda-m-vardey","tag-plants","tag-the-green-soul-returning-to-our-sacred-belonging-in-nature","tag-the-natural-world","story-type-the-natural-world"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-19F9","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/08\/plants.jpeg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275475","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\/31593"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=275475"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275475\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/275490"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=275475"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=275475"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=275475"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":275957,"date":"2026-08-20T04:56:40","date_gmt":"2026-08-20T08:56:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=275957"},"modified":"2026-08-19T21:51:42","modified_gmt":"2026-08-20T01:51:42","slug":"the-independent-press-top-40-bestsellers-fiction-31","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/the-independent-press-top-40-bestsellers-fiction-31\/","title":{"rendered":"The Independent Press Top 40 Bestsellers: Fiction"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Here are this week\u2019s <a href=\"https:\/\/www.indiepubs.org\/top40\">Independent Press Top 40 Bestsellers<\/a> for fiction, based on sales in hundreds of independent bookstores nationwide, generously provided by the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.bookweb.org\/\">American Booksellers Association.<\/a> Compiled, designed, and distributed by <a href=\"https:\/\/www.indiepubs.org\/\">The Independent Publishers Caucus<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>1. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781954118812\"><em>The Calamity Club<\/em><\/a> by Kathryn Stockett (Spiegel &amp; Grau)<br \/>\n2. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780393356250\"><em>The Odyssey<\/em><\/a> by Homer, Emily Wilson (Transl.) (W.W. Norton)<br \/>\n3. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9781945492600\"><em>I Who Have Never Known Men<\/em><\/a> by Jacqueline Harpman (Transit Books)<br \/>\n4. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780802167194\"><em>John of John<\/em><\/a> by Douglas Stuart (Grove Press)<br \/>\n<span class=\"s1\">5. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780802165176\"><em>Heart the Lover<\/em><\/a> by Lily King (Grove Press)<\/span><br \/>\n6. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780998063614\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 1<\/em><\/a> by Beth Brower (Rhysdon Press)<br \/>\n7. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781638933403\"><em>The Butcher Legacy: A Dr. Wren Muller Novel<\/em><\/a> by Alaina Urquhart (Zando)<br \/>\n8. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781644453155\"><em>Taiwan Travelogue: A Novel<\/em><\/a> by Shuang-zi Yang (Graywolf Press)<br \/>\n9. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780998063621\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 2<\/em><\/a> by Beth Brower (Rhysdon Press)<br \/>\n<\/span>10. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781590171998\"><em>Stoner<\/em><\/a> by John Williams (NYRB Classics)<br \/>\n11. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9798989923014\"><em>I See You&#8217;ve Called in Dead<\/em><\/a> by John Kenney (Zibby Publishing)<br \/>\n<\/span>12. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780802158741\"><em>Small Things Like These<\/em><\/a> by Claire Keegan (Grove Press)<br \/>\n13. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780998063621\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 3<\/em><\/a> by Beth Brower (Rhysdon Press)<br \/>\n<\/span>14. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781324076148\"><em>The Iliad<\/em><\/a> by <span class=\"s1\">Homer, Emily Wilson (Transl.) (W.W. Norton)<br \/>\n<\/span>15. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780998063621\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4<\/em><\/a> by Beth Brower (Rhysdon Press)<br \/>\n<\/span>16. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780811238397\"><em>On the Calculation of Volume (Book I)<\/em><\/a> by Solvej Balle, Barbara J. Haveland (Transl.) (New Directions)<\/span><br \/>\n17. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781638933557\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Very Definition of Love<\/em><\/a> (The Bancroft Sisters) by Sophia Benoit (Slowburn)<\/span><br \/>\n18. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780998063621\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 5<\/em><\/a> by Beth Brower (Rhysdon Press)<br \/>\n<\/span>19. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781638932239\"><em>Lights Out<\/em><\/a> (Into Darkness Series #1) by Navessa Allen (Slowburn)<br \/>\n<\/span>20. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781638932123\"><em>Harvest Season<\/em><\/a> (The Seasons of Carnage Trilogy #2) by Brynne Weaver (Slowburn)<br \/>\n21. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780802160140\"><em>Foster<\/em><\/a> by Claire Keegan (Grove Press)<br \/>\n<\/span>22. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9798893380583\"><em>We Were Forbidden<\/em><\/a> by Jacqueline Harpman (Transit)<\/span><br \/>\n23. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780571395774\"><em>Call Me by Your Name: The Graphic Novel<\/em><\/a> by Andr\u00e9 Aciman, Sarah Maxwell-McNicol (Illus.) (Faber &amp; Faber)<br \/>\n24. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780802148544\"><em>Writers &amp; Lovers<\/em><\/a> by Lily King (Grove Press)<br \/>\n<\/span>25. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780998063621\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 6<\/em><\/a> by Beth Brower (Rhysdon Press)<br \/>\n<\/span>26. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781566897358\"><em>Helen of Nowhere<\/em><\/a> by Makenna Goodman (Coffee House Press)<\/span><br \/>\n27. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781638935971\"><em>The Poison Daughter<\/em><\/a> by Sheila Masterson (Slowburn)<br \/>\n28. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780811234825\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Employees<\/em><\/a> by Olga Ravn (New Directions)<br \/>\n<\/span>29. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9781609450786\"><em>My Brilliant Friend<\/em><\/a> by Elena Ferrante (Europa Editions)<br \/>\n<\/span>30. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9798888777794\"><em>Witch Hat Atelier 1<\/em><\/a> by Kamome Shirahama (Kodansha Comics)<br \/>\n<\/span>31. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781638932277\"><em>Game On<\/em><\/a> by Navessa Allen (Slowburn)<br \/>\n<\/span>32. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9781954118966\"><em>Culpability<\/em><\/a> by Bruce Holsinger (Spiegel &amp; Grau)<br \/>\n<\/span>33. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780393356687\"><em>The Overstory<\/em><\/a> by Richard Powers (Norton)<\/span><br \/>\n34. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781638933380\"><em>Black Bag<\/em><\/a> by Luke Kennard (Zando)<br \/>\n35. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781324097785\"><em>Victorian Psycho: A Novel<\/em><\/a> by Virginia Feito (Liveright)<br \/>\n<\/span>36. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780998063621\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 7<\/em><\/a> by Beth Brower (Rhysdon Press)<\/span><br \/>\n37. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781638931737\"><em>Butcher &amp; Blackbird: The Ruinous Love Trilogy<\/em><\/a> by Brynne Weaver (Slowburn)<br \/>\n38. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9781646222384\"><em>The Berry Pickers<\/em><\/a> by Amanda Peters (Catapult)<br \/>\n<\/span>39. <span class=\"s1\"> <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780998063621\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 8<\/em><\/a> by Beth Brower (Rhysdon Press)<br \/>\n<\/span>40. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781641296823\"><em>Three Bags Full<\/em><\/a> (A Sheep Detective Story) by Leonie Swann (Soho Crime)<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">_________________________________________<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.indiepubs.org\/top40\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"265820\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/the-independent-press-top-40-bestsellers-fiction\/untitled-design-1-468\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/Untitled-design-2-1.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"824,476\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;Jonny Diamond&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;Untitled design - 1&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Untitled design &amp;#8211; 1\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/Untitled-design-2-1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-265820\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/Untitled-design-2-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"194\" height=\"112\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/Untitled-design-2-1.jpg 824w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/Untitled-design-2-1-300x173.jpg 300w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/Untitled-design-2-1-768x444.jpg 768w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/Untitled-design-2-1-60x35.jpg 60w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/Untitled-design-2-1-50x29.jpg 50w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 194px) 100vw, 194px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Here are this week\u2019s Independent Press Top 40 Bestsellers for fiction, based on sales in hundreds of independent bookstores nationwide, generously provided by the American Booksellers Association. Compiled, designed, and distributed by The Independent Publishers Caucus. * 1. The Calamity<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":74,"featured_media":269719,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[43069,6,43070,43135],"tags":[187,108921,107978],"class_list":["post-275957","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-craftandcriticism","category-features","category-literary-criticism","category-readinglists","tag-fiction","tag-independent-press","tag-independent-press-top-40-bestsellers"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-19MV","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/fiction-scaled.jpg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275957","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/74"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=275957"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275957\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/269719"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=275957"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=275957"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=275957"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":275959,"date":"2026-08-20T04:56:38","date_gmt":"2026-08-20T08:56:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=275959"},"modified":"2026-08-19T21:51:21","modified_gmt":"2026-08-20T01:51:21","slug":"the-independent-press-top-40-bestsellers-nonfiction-31","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/the-independent-press-top-40-bestsellers-nonfiction-31\/","title":{"rendered":"The Independent Press Top 40 Bestsellers: Nonfiction"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Here are this week\u2019s <a href=\"https:\/\/www.indiepubs.org\/top40\">Independent Press Top 40 Bestsellers<\/a> for nonfiction, based on sales in hundreds of independent bookstores nationwide, generously provided by the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.bookweb.org\/\">American Booksellers Association.<\/a> Compiled, designed, and distributed by <a href=\"https:\/\/www.indiepubs.org\/\">The Independent Publishers Caucus<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>1. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781571313560\"><em>Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants<\/em><\/a> by Robin Wall Kimmerer (Milkweed)<br \/>\n2. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9781324094647\"><em>The Gales of November: The Untold Story of the Edmund Fitzgerald<\/em><\/a> by John U. Bacon (Liveright)<br \/>\n3. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780393242133\"><em>Is a River Alive?<\/em><\/a> by Robert Macfarlane (W.W. Norton)<br \/>\n4. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781324006848\"><em>The Book of Birds: A Field Guide to Wonder and Loss<\/em><\/a> by Robert Macfarlane, Jackie Morris (W.W. Norton)<br \/>\n5. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781586424367\"><em>A Resistance History of the United States<\/em><\/a> by Tad Stoermer (Steerforth)<br \/>\n6. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781324131434\"><em>This Is The Plan: How to End America&#8217;s Meltdown and Save Democracy<\/em><\/a> by Ben Wikler (W. W. Norton)<br \/>\n7. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781954118904\"><em>Forest Euphoria: The Abounding Queerness of Nature<\/em><\/a> by Patricia Ononiwu Kaishian (Spiegel &amp; Grau)<\/span><br \/>\n8. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781771642484\"><em>The Hidden Life of Trees: What They Feel, How They Communicate\u2014Discoveries from a Secret World<\/em><\/a> by Peter Wohlleben (Greystone Books)<br \/>\n9. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781644454008\"><em>Triage<\/em><\/a> by Claudia Rankine (Graywolf Press)<br \/>\n10. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781571311627\"><em>The Salt Stones: Seasons of a Shepherd&#8217;s Life<\/em><\/a> by Helen Whybrow (Milkweed Editions)<br \/>\n11. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9781804290446\"><em>A Philosophy of Walking<\/em><\/a> by Fr\u00e9d\u00e9ric Gros, John Howe (Transl.)\u00a0(Verso)<br \/>\n<\/span>12. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780807014271\"><em>Man&#8217;s Search for Meaning<\/em><\/a> by Viktor E. Frankl (Beacon Press)<br \/>\n<\/span>13. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9781839762123\"><em>Mutual Aid: Building Solidarity During This Crisis (and the Next)<\/em><\/a> by Dean Spade\u00a0(Verso)<br \/>\n<\/span>14. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780802165848\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Glorians: Visitations from the Holy Ordinary<\/em><\/a> by Terry Tempest Williams (Grove Press)<br \/>\n<\/span>15. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781937006884\"><em>How to Love (Mindfulness Essentials #3)<\/em><\/a> by Thich Nhat Hanh, Jason DeAntonis (Illus.) (Parallax Press)<\/span><br \/>\n16. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781324106234\"><em>Here Comes the Sun: A Last Chance for the Climate and a Fresh Chance for Civilization<\/em><\/a> by Bill McKibben (W. W. Norton)<br \/>\n17. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781941529089\"><em>How to Relax<\/em><\/a> (Mindfulness Essentials #5) by Thich Nhat Hanh (Parallax Press)<br \/>\n18. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9780870714993\"><em>Gathering Moss: A Natural and Cultural History of Mosses<\/em><\/a> by Robin Wall Kimmerer (Oregon State University Press)<br \/>\n<\/span>19. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780802158635\"><em>The Wretched of the Earth<\/em><\/a> by Frantz Fanon (Grove)<br \/>\n<\/span>20. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780226834245\"><em>Talking Classics: The Shock of the Old<\/em><\/a> by Mary Beard (University of Chicago Press)<\/span><br \/>\n21. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9780393292596\"><em>Tequila Wars: Jos\u00e9 Cuervo and the Bloody Struggle for the Spirit of Mexico<\/em><\/a> by Ted Genoways (W. W. Norton)<br \/>\n22. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781598538298\"><em>Ursula K. Le Guin&#8217;s Book of Cats<\/em><\/a> by Ursula K. Le Guin (Library of America)<br \/>\n<\/span>23. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781324096320\"><em>The Wreck of the Mentor: A True Story of Death, Despair, and Deliverance in the Age of Sail<\/em><\/a> by Eric Jay Dolin (Liveright)<br \/>\n24. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781941529089\"><em>How to Relax: Hardcover Gift Edition<\/em><\/a> by Thich Nhat Hanh (Parallax Press)<br \/>\n25. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781626251700\"><em>Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents: How to Heal from Distant, Rejecting, or Self-Involved Parents<\/em><\/a> by Lindsay C. Gibson (New Harbinger Publications)<br \/>\n26. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781631492228\"><em>S.P.Q.R.: A History of Ancient Rome<\/em><\/a> by Mary Beard (Liveright)<br \/>\n<\/span>27. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9798893310153\"><em>Don&#8217;t Believe Everything You Think: Why Your Thinking Is The Beginning &amp; End Of Suffering<\/em><\/a> by Joseph Nguyen (Authors Equity)<\/span><br \/>\n28. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781645023760\"><em>Thirty-Two Words for Field: Lost Words of the Irish Landscape<\/em><\/a> by Manch\u00e1n Magan (Chelsea Green)<br \/>\n29. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781631494536\"><em>The Color of Law: A Forgotten History of How Our Government Segregated America<\/em><\/a> by Richard Rothstein (Liveright)<br \/>\n30. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781598538465\"><em>On Democracy<\/em><\/a> (Library of America Broadsides #3) by Walt Whitman (Library of America)<br \/>\n31. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9798893031300\"><em>How to Understand and Deal with ADHD: Everything You Need to Know<\/em><\/a> (How to Understand and Deal with&#8230;Series) by Charity O&#8217;Reilly, Tom O&#8217;Reilly (The Experiment)<br \/>\n32. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9781631496080\"><em>We the People: A History of the U.S. Constitution<\/em><\/a> by Jill Lepore (Liveright)<br \/>\n<\/span>33. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781324130765\"><em>These Truths: A History of the United States<\/em><\/a> by Jill Lepore (W. W. Norton)<br \/>\n<\/span>34. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9798888904510\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><em>The Beginning Comes After the End: Notes on a World of Change<\/em><\/a> by Rebecca Solnit (Haymarket Books)<br \/>\n<\/span>35. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781836742074\"><em>Hyperpolitics: Extreme Politicization without Political Consequences<\/em><\/a> by Anton J\u00e4ger (Verso)<\/span><br \/>\n36. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781952692994\"><em>How to Dream<\/em><\/a> (Mindfulness Essentials #12) by Thich Nhat Hanh (Parallax Press)<br \/>\n37. <span class=\"s1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/132\/9781804290446\"><em>A Philosophy of Shame<\/em><\/a> by Fr\u00e9d\u00e9ric Gros, John Howe (Transl.)\u00a0(Verso)<br \/>\n<\/span>38. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781645475248\"><em>The Wave in the Mind: Imagination and the Art of Writing and Reading<\/em><\/a> by Ursula K. Le Guin (Shambhala)<br \/>\n39. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781556520747\"><em>Assata: An Autobiography<\/em><\/a> by Assata Shakur (Lawrence Hill Books)<br \/>\n40. <a href=\"https:\/\/bookshop.org\/a\/40\/9781631499050\"><em>Jesus and John Wayne: How White Evangelicals Corrupted a Faith and Fractured a Nation<\/em><\/a> by Kristin Kobes Du Mez (Liveright)<span class=\"s1\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">_________________________________________<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.indiepubs.org\/top40\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"265820\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/the-independent-press-top-40-bestsellers-fiction\/untitled-design-1-468\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/Untitled-design-2-1.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"824,476\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;Jonny Diamond&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;Untitled design - 1&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Untitled design &amp;#8211; 1\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/Untitled-design-2-1.jpg\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-265820\" src=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/Untitled-design-2-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"194\" height=\"112\" srcset=\"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/Untitled-design-2-1.jpg 824w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/Untitled-design-2-1-300x173.jpg 300w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/Untitled-design-2-1-768x444.jpg 768w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/Untitled-design-2-1-60x35.jpg 60w, https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/Untitled-design-2-1-50x29.jpg 50w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 194px) 100vw, 194px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Here are this week\u2019s Independent Press Top 40 Bestsellers for nonfiction, based on sales in hundreds of independent bookstores nationwide, generously provided by the American Booksellers Association. 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Braiding Sweetgrass:<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":74,"featured_media":266893,"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":[108629,107826,1460],"class_list":["post-275959","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-craftandcriticism","category-features","category-literary-criticism","category-readinglists","tag-independent-press-bestsellers","tag-independent-press-top-40","tag-nonfiction"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5rKFr-19MX","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/NONFICTION-BESTSELLER.png","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275959","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/74"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=275959"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275959\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/266893"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=275959"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=275959"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=275959"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}},{"id":275665,"date":"2026-08-20T04:52:14","date_gmt":"2026-08-20T08:52:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/?p=275665"},"modified":"2026-08-19T21:52:58","modified_gmt":"2026-08-20T01:52:58","slug":"first-summer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lithub.com\/first-summer\/","title":{"rendered":"First Summer"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It was so hot that summer that they kept talking about it on the news. During the day, the air was so thick with moisture that it was hard to breathe sometimes, and at night the bedsheets stuck to your skin like a shroud and made you dream strange dreams. People tried to carry on as normal, and for the most part, they managed; but as they went about their business and ran their daily errands, you could tell from the looks on their faces that they all thought this was no way to live, and that they would much rather hibernate their way through the worst of it.<\/p>\n<p>In that summer of wet hot days and restless nights, a girl I had never seen before moved into the brown house at the end of the road. She arrived one day, seemingly out of nowhere, in the back of a blue car that moved slowly up the road as if the driver were unsure where to stop. When it finally reached the brown house, the car nearly drove straight past it, braking abruptly only when Old Mrs Dickie \u2013 who must have been watching from behind the curtains \u2013 flung the front door open and waved. The girl and the driver got out and started unloading her things. Old Mrs Dickie went back into the house, then reemerged to hand something to the driver. I saw him nod at her and carry the girl\u2019s luggage \u2013 two mismatched suitcases and a small red holdall \u2013 into the house while Old Mrs Dickie held the door open and the girl waited outside, her backpack against her chest.<\/p>\n<p>After the driver was gone, Old Mrs Dickie and the girl stood staring at each other for a moment. Then Old Mrs Dickie smiled. The girl smiled back, though because of the distance, I couldn\u2019t really tell whether she meant it. Then she did something strange: she held out her hand to Old Mrs Dickie, who shook it. The strangeness was not so much in the handshake itself, but in the fact that it was the girl who\u2019d initiated it.<\/p>\n<p>Old Mrs Dickie ushered her inside and closed the door behind them both. I watched it all from my spot out on our porch, feeling as if I had melted into the rocking chair, and trying to trick my mind into believing in a breeze that wasn\u2019t there. I had already spent many summer hours in that chair; I was often alone, and there wasn\u2019t much else to do. But there I could read undisturbed, and drink lemonade, and chew on ice cubes. It made me feel like there was nothing more I needed.<\/p>\n<p>I sat cratered in the rocking chair for another hour, but the girl did not come back out, and eventually, my mother called me in for dinner. I must have been asleep when she got back, because I hadn\u2019t seen her come home. Even at that hour it was still so hot that I could barely eat, though I knew I should since my mother had taken the trouble to cook. As always, she seemed preoccupied with something other than me. I told myself, if she looks up from her plate or away from the old TV in our kitchen, if she asks me a question, any question, then I will eat everything she\u2019s put on my plate. I counted ten minutes exactly \u2013 I could tell from the clock next to the fridge \u2013 but she said nothing. I thought that maybe she hated me, so I finished my food anyway, because I wanted her to know how wrong she was.<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>Joe came by on his new bicycle the next day. He was my only friend in the neighbourhood, though it hadn\u2019t always been that way; he had once been one of a small group of boys I used to see nearly every day when I was much younger and school was out for summer. We would ride around on our bikes and spend afternoons at the public swimming pool, where we would soak for hours in the lukewarm water. I had almost nothing in common with these boys except for the time we shared, and sometimes they said things and made jokes that made me think they must also be spending time together without me, time in which they had more fun because I wasn\u2019t there. I didn\u2019t know this for sure, but I believed my suspicions to be reasonable, and in any case even the thought of it was bad enough. So I tried very hard to make them like me, and it seemed to work most of the time. Until one summer one of the managers at the pool called my mother to tell her that someone had complained about my swimming without a top on, like a boy. They had turned a blind eye so far, they said, because it hadn\u2019t really mattered when we were all still kids, but perhaps it was no longer appropriate now that we were getting older, so would she mind making sure I wore a proper bathing suit in the future?<\/p>\n<p>I was watching from the kitchen table when my mother took this call. I did not know then who was calling and what about, but she was so embarrassed that I could tell it must be something bad. After she hung up, she looked at me for several seconds, then left without another word and came back forty-five minutes later with a one-piece bathing suit she told me I needed to start wearing if I wanted to keep going to the public pool; I was too old now to still be running around half-naked. The swimsuit was purple with a pink hem, and it fitted me perfectly. I liked it; I liked the way I looked in it, and I was pleased to have something new to show off to the boys. The next day, when they didn\u2019t cycle past my house as they usually did, I went to the pool by myself. When I got there, I could tell they had already been swimming without me all morning. I went over to their end of the pool but they barely acknowledged my arrival, except for Joe, who had always been the nicest to me. He told me he liked my new bathing suit. I left half an hour later, feeling mortified. They must have known about the complaint. There was no other explanation for why they seemed unable to look at me all of a sudden. It was as if my mother\u2019s embarrassment had been too great for her body alone to contain; some of it had spilled over and into me, and from there spread to the boys. Perhaps if I had pushed through the embarrassment, if I had kept following them around until they had no choice but to look at me again, things would have gone back to normal. But I didn\u2019t. I never went back to the pool, and quickly outgrew the purple bathing suit.<\/p>\n<p>But all that had happened a long time ago. I was sixteen now, and Joe, who was a few months younger than me, was the only one I still spoke to. We met up occasionally and wandered around town, eating ice cream and making uncharitable comments about the people we passed. Here he came now, cycling very fast; I watched him round the corner with his head bowed low over the handlebar until he came to a dramatic stop in front of the rocking chair. I put my book down.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018Did you hear there\u2019s a new girl who\u2019s moved into Old Mrs Dickie\u2019s house?\u2019 he said, shielding his eyes from the sun.<\/p>\n<p>I nodded.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018Her name is Clara,\u2019 he said. \u2018She\u2019s sixteen.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>\u2018How do you know? Have you spoken to her?\u2019<\/p>\n<p>He was balancing on his bike now, standing on the pedals, twisting the front wheel this way and that.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018Mum told me. She ran into Old Mrs Dickie yesterday. She said her granddaughter was coming to stay with her for a while because her parents are away on a business trip.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>He finally lost his balance and had to put his feet back down. He looked up at me, squinting.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018You need a hat,\u2019 I told him.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018Mum thinks the story about the business trip isn\u2019t true,\u2019 he continued. \u2018She says she heard from her friend who plays rummy with Old Mrs Dickie that there\u2019s more to it, but they\u2019re not sure what.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>\u2018Maybe her parents got divorced and couldn\u2019t decide what to do with her.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>Joe lowered his eyes for a moment, then looked up again.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018Mum says we should go and introduce ourselves, since she\u2019s our age. Shall we go this afternoon?\u2019<\/p>\n<p>\u2018You mean when you\u2019re back from seeing your friends?\u2019 I replied, picking at a thread that had come loose from the hem of my T-shirt.<\/p>\n<p>Joe didn\u2019t say anything and looked at the ground again. He was frowning now. I felt bad for making him feel bad, and stupid for still caring about something that had happened when we were children.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018Your mum just wants us to make friends with her so we can find out all the gossip,\u2019 I said, rolling my eyes at him. He laughed, looking relieved, then said goodbye and cycled away.<\/p>\n<p>I fell asleep in the rocking chair and dreamed that I was playing tennis with the new girl. I couldn\u2019t see her face properly because the sun was in my eyes, but I knew it was her. She was wearing green shorts with white pockets, and white canvas shoes. I looked down at my own shoes, which were also made of white canvas. In the dream, I knew this to be significant. She seemed very serious, and every time I tried to ask her a question, she just smiled and shrugged, as if she couldn\u2019t hear me. 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