Read: Fundamentally by Nussaibah Younis ★★★ 📚

UN newbie gets caught up with isis bride. Interesting, engaging & very mixed up on several levels. The mix of humour & seriousness felt slightly off kilter to me. The authors credentials made this more surprising when I read them.

Likes Blog Feeds by Steve Simkins.

The best part about blog feeds? It’s just an idea. There’s no central authority. There’s no platform. No massive tech giant trying to take your data. It’s just you, basic web standards, and the people you care about.

Love this. Via boost of Blain Smith’s toot by Alan is @cogdog I think Dave Winer would like it too!

I do not ‘remember’ most of the books I have read. I can recall which ones I liked and roughly why I liked them, but I cannot recount the plot minutely or repeat all the points made in a non-fiction work.

Quite please to read this! My wife has a great memory for books read. I do not.

Read: There There by Tommy Orange ★★★★★ 📚
Cleverly told, almost thriller from multiple characters with different POVs. Life & life histories of urban Native Americans, all carrying the weight of the collective past.

The train emerges, rises out of the underground tube in the Fruitvale district, over by that Burger King and the terrible pho place, where East Twelfth and International almost merge, where the graffitied apartment walls and abandoned houses, warehouses, and auto body shops appear, loom in the train window, stubbornly resist like deadweight all of Oakland’s new development.

Read: Ripeness by Sarah Moss ★★★★ 📚
Edith in her 70s in 2023 and 17 in the 70s in alternative chapters, the echos of the holocaust, family, belonging to a place, refugees & friendship. Excursions into Irishness & ballet.

Mike’s friend Phineas in Dublin is a sound engineer, hears whole orchestras of weather, traffic, birds that for her are only ambient noise. Sound and signal, she thinks, meaning in every atom and cell if you remember to look and listen. And Dennis the chef, eyes half-closed as he attends to his tongue, names each herb and the provenance of the oil in a salad, and the perfumery up the hill here, every note in a scent, they say, music the metaphor for smell, all of everything, everywhere.

Read: Now We Shall Be Entirely Free by Andrew Miller

After The Land in Winter, this turned out to be quite different. Reminded me of Kidnapped! An atrocity in Spain, an English solider, running from another sent to kill him, heads for the Hebrides. Excitement & sympathy for all the characters.

Below them, the last of the drinkers had perfected himself and swum away into the summer night. One by one, the landlady’s breath put out the stars.

There were tears on his cheeks. He hoped the doorkeeper, this woman whose name he had failed to learn, might notice them