A Year in Reading: Joseph Cassara
What a time to be alive. So many wonderful books came out this year and when I think about the current state of literature in America, I’m amazed by how many talented storytellers are writing such compelling and urgent books. It’s also encouraging to see publishing become more inclusive to stories by writers of color and queer-identifying authors. I know there is a lot to distract us in our current moment—the impeachment hearings, mass shootings, the president’s Twitter rants, the upcoming election, and a general sense that monumental political, social, and economic shifts are taking place on a global scale—but I find solace knowing that books are still here for us, with the quiet, meditative, and introspective experiences they offer.
This was the year that. I know I’ve arrived (very) late to this party, but alas. I picked up a copy of at McNally Jackson in SoHo, one of my favorite indies in New York.
