Forget about the rest of the world.īooks read in 2022 Fave & moving fiction: What a lifestyle thing it has become to sit down in an armchair and not flinch for an entire hour and just read and feel one’s mind and heart turn, feel them overturn the perturbing taedium vitae. “What a lifestyle thing life has become,” the protagonist of Ali Smith‘s Companion Piece observes. I also got into book reviews, writing for Sirp, Looming, and this blog. Two of them were published in Looming, others are buried in labyrinthine Google Drive folders. My sentimentalities are hopelessly grounded in the 20th century.Ībove all, 2022 was the year when I finally put a pen on paper and my hands on the keyboard and wrote several short stories of my own. I also discovered new favorites, although not that many among the newly-published books. This year, I returned to many beloved authors – Annie Ernaux, Joan Didion, Saul Bellow, Vladimir Nabokov, Tove Ditlevsen, Anne Carson. I want to read only what I’ll want to reread,” Susan Sontag remarked in a Paris Review interview.
Their ensuing allure – faintly albeit firmly – still lingers in the air. Browsing through my notes from 2020 + 2021 felt like a stroll in a museum, its walls covered in paintings that once moved me deeply. If I skip revisiting the books that shaped me over the past 12 months, they will only have been read. Writing the annual book review has become a necessity.
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