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The Folio: What I Read Mid-August Through Mid-September


Oliver Twist, Still Writing, Stein on Writing, Uncommon Type, Signal Fires

Books were patient companions this month as I clawed for guilt-free time and focus like some sort of book-hungry long-clawed, guilt-riddled thing.

And then, in a continuing pattern of completely unhelpful thoughts, sometimes all I do is read and wonder what would happen if someone did a vampire modern “take” of them.

Some ideas are best left unexplored.

Trust me. Then I often drift into casting a Muppet version of the books.

Some ideas are worthy of exploration.

Which is all to say these are the books that I enjoyed enough to finish in the last month:

Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens

Like most people you know, Oliver was born. Unlike most people these days, he was born in a Victorian London workhouse. The kid eventually runs — of course, he runs — from the empty promises of that workhouse straight into the grime and grind of London. There he meets others who see him as Opportunity and still others who see him as Sweet Innocent. There is escape, reckoning, and eventually, identity in a world riddled with scarcity.

Speaking of scarcity, “Say it again, you vile, owdacious fellow!” is not as easy to work into polite daily conversation as you might think, but I’m giving it a go.

I have never seen the musical Oliver! But I can say with some authority that this novel, upon which the show is based, is no toe-tapper.

Oliver Twist, a bildungsroman with more gruel than most, is not a lovely book, but there’s a harsh beauty to it.

Hello, Dickens. Privation and agony, sadness and secrets, misery and humor. Whiskers abound!

Young Oliver’s innocence holds up for a while, giving readers a sense of protectiveness over and investment in the lad. However, in modern times, it can seem a bit…much. He had to be fundamentally good and hopeful for the story to work. That said, Oliver is probably the least interesting character in the book. The real genius is in how the disconnected characters, unresolved parentage storyline, and the dark portrayal of London all work together.

Read this very-much-of-its-time book through whatever lens you like — New Criticism, Critical Theory, heck, throw in some Game Theory while you’re at it. You do you, Boss.

Though a short work by Dickensian standards, it’s fairly hefty by modern ones. That said, the long descriptive passages are artful, surprisingly fun, and do not negatively affect the brisk pace of the work.

There’s irony, sinisterness, and chilling characterizations — problematic by today’s standards (e.g., “The Jew,”). Dickens’ wit helps ease any strained credulity. There’s crying, swooning, and urban underbellies — necessary steps toward his better child characters like Pip and David Copperfield.


Still Writing: The Perils and Pleasures of a Creative Life by Dani Shapiro

Still Writing: The Perils and Pleasures of a Creative Life by Dani Shapiro is an acknowledgement that writing can be a brawl between Self and Work. Shapiro is open about the writing process. It is not clean. It is not certain. One minute you’re queen of the keyboard, the next you’re face-planting into your coffee. It’s untidy, but good lord, when it clicks, it’s glorious.

Shapiro speaks to those of us who have walked that line between art and fear. This is not a manual for the pragmatist. It is a book for those who understand that the emotional life is as much a part of creation as the practical.

You will fall. You will get up. You are a writer.

In that simple rhythm lies everything.

This is a book written by and for the artistic temperament and is as much about the emotional aspect of creating as it is the practical.

A little digging around revealed that Dani Shapiro and I went to the same high school, although at different times, and there are many parallels between her upbringing and mine, at least based on little gems she drops in Still Writing. Similar upbringing, similar terrible ways of coping with difficulties as a teenager. Uncanny. I felt…seen? Heard? Acknowledged?

Kinship. That’s the word.

I have a massive document of “writing advice” carefully copied from great craft books or articles or blog posts.

With this, I was highlighting every page, and most of every page at that. Can I enter an entire book into my file? No.

Ok, yes.

I will type and keep them like the preciousssss they are. This helps me internalize them, to communicate and converse with the author. And, oh, it will be worth it to experience this book that way a second time.

I mean, please. Just look at these quotes from this gem of a book:

“Everything I know about life, I learned from the daily practice of sitting down to write.”

“The writer’s life requires courage, patience, empathy, openness. It requires the ability to be alone with oneself.”

“The page is your mirror. What happens inside you is reflected back. All of it.”

“The only reason to be a writer is because you have to. Because it gnaws away at your insides if you try to do anything else.”

It takes a great deal of courage to remain vulnerable. It takes a great deal of strength to remain soft.

Still Writing is a steaming hot bowl of chicken noodle soup — comforting, helpful, a little salty. Perfect. You want to rush through it? Wrong move. This is a slow-simmer kind of book. It’s the kind of thing you read and pause, read and pause. You mellow with it. That’s where the magic is.

Shapiro combines the clinical and the tender as she looks at writing. She has taken the time to consider what we do and how weird and wonderful it is. How complicated and simple. How important and futile. How wretched and worthy. And still — and STILL — she understands the infectious joy of it all, and we are better writers for her having shared it.

This one’s going on the “Easy-to-Reach Craft Book” pile, no question.


Stein on Writing by Sol Stein

TWO CRAFT BOOKS IN ONE MONTH? What am I, some sort of literary addict, jonesing for another hit of structure and plot?

MAYBE.

Stein on Writing does not mess around. It is a technical manual, craft-oriented, and if you so choose to metaphorically strap it on your back and hike through the wilds of your words, does it ever deliver. Stein offers actionable advice on key elements of effective writing, including structure, dialogue, pacing, and character development. Whether you’re writing fiction or nonfiction, his insights are spot-on, particularly when it comes to clarity and engagement — cornerstones for holding a reader’s attention.

Stein emphasizes “particularity,” (my new favorite word), and guides writers on crafting and revising prose. This is not a book of vague inspiration, abstract advice, or “fix the commas” or “cut adverbs” suggestions. The method is clear and pragmatic: shape your writing, tighten, refine, repeat, until you’ve produced polished, professional work.

Make no mistake, this is no dry tome. Stein practices what he preaches, often with great wit, as evidenced by gems like:

“Thou shalt not saw the air with abstractions.”

“One plus one equals a half.”

Too often, advice at this point in my career feels mushy, repetitive, or feasibly addressed by a simple search-and-replace. Stein’s book demands more of us as architects of meaning. This is about our responsibility for the reader’s experience, forcing us to organize our thoughts clearly on the page.

This one also earned a place on my “Easy to Reach Craft Book Pile”

It is a standout.


Uncommon Type by Tom Hanks

Short stories, perhaps more than any other form, demand perfection, an economy of words that leaves no room to hide. With a collection like Uncommon Type, comparisons are inevitable from one story to the next. Releasing a book of short stories is a courageous act in the base case.

And Tom Hanks? Well, he surprises. His authorial voice — fun, warm, with more depth than expected — makes this a sweet debut collection.

Fame, particularly when you’re an actor, can be a tether when you venture out into anything else requiring your voice. It’s also hard to be a novice when the world knows your name. The expectations may be unfair, but Hanks embraces his authorial voice and explores quite a range of topics including the adventures of a group of friends navigating space travel, a World War II veteran adjusting to post-war life, and a teenage surfer’s experiences.

That breadth is seen in the first two stories: the first is brash, cocky, filled with quips — vintage on-screen Hanks from the 80s and 90s. (Shout out to his guest role on Family Ties) The second story is tender, gentle, free of artifice, and unblinking in its look at permanent scars of war.

Some characters reappear throughout the collection, to varying effect, while others come and go. Yes, the book is uneven at times, but that’s part of its charm, like when a typewriter has its own signature quirks.

Every one of the seventeen stories in Uncommon Type is, in some way, a love story. A love of connection, of history, of place. The typewriter, in all its clunky glory, is the common thread (or ribbon, should I say?). Sometimes the presence of the typewriter feels a bit forced, but all things considered, this collection delighted me. I particularly liked “The Past is Important to Us,” “Three Exhausting Weeks,” and “Christmas Eve 1953.” These are the kinds of stories you imagine reading by a fireside in winter, or on a porch in summer, glancing up occasionally to watch the fireflies.

It’s the literary equivalent of a warm cup of cocoa. It’s not Red Bull.


Signal Fires by Dani Shapiro

Signal Fires by Dani Shapiro is a mighty novel about family, memory, and the not-so-invisible threads that connect us. The story begins in 1985 when tragedy strikes the Wilf family. The ripple effects of this unfold over time, with the narrative moving between the past and the present. Shapiro weaves a tale that examines how seemingly small choices or happenstances can lead to events with far-reaching consequences. The novel explores connection, unpredictability, the power of forgiveness, and the impact of personal histories.

Unlike many novels that jump between timelines, Signal Fires does so with purpose, reflecting the fluidity of time as a central theme. This revelation unfolds patiently, beautifully.

My kids have had several assignments in school where they are asked to write about a moment of beauty or frustration or failure or success in their life. I always tell them to go small. Signal Fires is a brilliant example of an author doing this. It’s a novel that looks at intricate, tender moments — the small, personal choices that ultimately shape our lives.

The Folio: What I Read Mid-July Through Mid-August 2024


* Runs in to the blog page, breathless

Sorry I’m late. Vacation, then back to school, illness, busy-ness and WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN’T EVEN NOTICE I’M A FEW DAYS LATE WITH THIS POST?

Fine. I won’t pay the late fee then.

Let’s start with some good news, because I believe in having dessert first: I’m now writing book reviews for Reedsy, and I’m beyond excited!. Fret not, my reviews will also still appear in the usual places: Here. Over there. Yonder. Maybe even scribbled on a crumpled piece of paper, locked in a dusty museum chamber, to be discovered centuries from now.

Which is all just to say that those of you who wanted MORE places to read my brain blarps? Wish granted.

I am coming to terms with the fact that summer as an adult is nothing at all like summer for children or teens or even college students. It’s not months of freedom and relaxing and doing what we want. There’s no time for me to go running around after the ice cream truck (neighbors, you’re welcome!) And, in a plot twist as horrible as and then I woke up, there’s less time for me to read than during the school year. My inner Veruca Salt is stomping around, demanding TIME, SPACE, QUIET, COZY UNHUMID NOOKS, AND TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES ICE CREAM BAR, but that’s not how this summer panned out.

 (photo credit: https://www.reddit.com/r/TMNT/comments/p508mk/i_miss_the_tmnt_ice_cream_bars_on_a_hot_summer_day/)

And that’s ok. I finished five books I can talk about now, and multiple (*bats eyelashes coquettishly*) ARCs (Advanced Reader Copies) and alpha- and beta-reads that I will be able to share with you soon enough. Trust me when I say that there are some really excellent books to be released in the next year or so and I can’t wait to talk about them with you.

These are the books that I enjoyed enough to finish in the last month:


Fallen Spirits by Diane Hatz

Fallen Spirits, the second installment in the Mind Monsters series by Diane Hatz, is a gloriously offbeat fusion of satire and sci-fi, perfect for those who enjoy sharp humor and gleeful absurdity. (Also space-time disruptions! Beings from other realms! And possibly the end of the world!)

We reunite with the beleaguered and somewhat bewildered Alex as her life implodes then intersects with that of the lost and endangered Crystal, a woman who seems to be at the mercy of some metaphysical shenanigans. Alex embarks on a cross-country journey for answers and a chance to find anything that might help her crawl out of the wreckage that is her life.

Along the way, she encounters unforgettable characters, like JT, a power-hungry mogul whose craven need for omnipotence imperils pretty much everyone. I’d also like to give a friendly wave to Dr. Max, one of Hatz’s many delightful secondary characters into whom she breathes life with a few keystrokes.

At its heart, Fallen Spirits is about hitting rock bottom, scrambling up again (and again), and just maybe believing in something — whether it’s oneself, community, or unseen guiding forces.

Hatz incorporates these deeper themes into a fast-paced story that is as thought-provoking as it is entertaining. She skewers the moral vacuity of the uber-wealthy elite in scathing commentary on capitalism gone awry. Hatz’s narrative voice is incisive, sarcastic, and a lot of fun. She is also gifted in what I believe to be an underrated skill: ending chapters well. Each “button” works, and putting the book down is a struggle because we just want to see what could possibly happen next.

Word of warning: if bodily functions — even when used satirically — are not your cup of tea, you will want to approach this with extreme caution.

If you’re looking for a full-speed-ahead slipstream novel that cheekily challenges conventions while exploring the power of belief, Fallen Spirits is the book for you.


The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon

This novel is a fever dream set afire with a postmodern match.

Oedipa Maas, ordinary California housewife, becomes the executor of her ex-lover’s estate, a task that quickly thrusts her into a bizarre labyrinth of centuries-old conspiracies, and reality soon seems to slip through her fingers.

Pynchon’s novel is dense, surreal, and mind-bending. It’s quite a trip and you may need a DIY conspiracy board to make sense of it all.

The Crying of Lot 49 intentionally doesn’t aim to fully develop its characters. Pynchon is here to play with form rather than character development, twisting narrative to near disorientation. His prose is playful, almost entirely brilliant, and underscored with pain. It’s a nutrient-dense cocktail of words that’ll mess you up in the best possible way.

Pynchon taps into not only a wobbly paranoia, but also a sense of how lost we can feel in a stubborn country of lonely souls pointing fingers at each other.

The novel is also about the greater dread that nothing is connected, that everything is random and meaningless. And Pynchon takes not a few shots at 1960s counterculture. Even rebels can trap themselves in their own belief systems.

Reality. Just sound and fury, signifying nothing — or perhaps, everything.


How to Stop Time by Matt Haig

Tom Hazard, a man who appears to be in his 40s, has rather inconveniently been alive for over 400 years due to a rare condition that slows his aging. While everyone he knows bustles about living and dying, Tom just…doesn’t. While the world spins on, Tom lives a life of history and solitude. He’s hobnobbed with some historical greats, sure, but immortality-ishness comes with its own set of problems — chief among them being found out, but also the agony of loving and losing and living with for centuries. This isn’t a novel about history so much as a look at time — how it moves, how we cling to it, and how hard and how necessary it is to live in the present.

This book is like a slow, deliberate sip of whiskey — smooth, then burn. The timeline jumps the author makes put us in Tom’s shoes as he increasingly “slips” back and forth in memory. You feel his disorientation as time plays tricks on him, causing him memory headaches. This novel does not shy away from THE BIG STUFF: resilience, fear, regret, mortality, the urgency and blessing of a lifespan. And in the end, it’s the stubborn optimism of it all. It’s a gentle nudge toward living our best lives in this very moment. (It’s also eminently quotable and a lot of fun.)


Where’d You Go, Bernadette by Maria Semple

A quirky, sharp novel about what happens when modern life pushes a creative soul to the edge. Semple critiques absurdities of modern life, particularly suburban conformity, tech culture, and the pressures of social status. The story follows Bernadette Fox, a brilliant but eccentric architect who doesn’t quite fit into the neat little boxes that society — and suburban Seattle — tries to place her in. Bernadette disappears just before her family is to take a trip to Antarctica. Narrated through a series of emails, letters, and documents pieced together by her 15-year-old daughter, Bee, the novel painfully and hilariously pokes at creativity, family, and the lengths people go to maintain appearances or reject them altogether.

The satire hits HARD from the get-go. Bernadette’s reluctance to engage with her community is relatable for anyone who’s ever felt like there was some fun partying going on in a private breakout room during a Zoom. The struggle against absurd norms is the heartbeat of the novel, emphasizing how fricking exhausting it can be to keep up with the Joneses when you don’t even want to be anywhere near that racetrack. But Semple lets us know there’s always a different (hilarious! charming!) path.

A quick side-eye to how some characters — ELGIN — get handed one too many Get Out of Jail Free cards, but that’s a minor quibble in an otherwise deeply resonant, offbeat, well-balanced novel that may make you reconsider wild trips to the end of the earth or lawn warfare.


The Accidental Creative by Todd Henry

A thoughtful guidebook/kick in the pants for anyone trying to be creative while the world tells you to go faster, do more, and SMILE while putting nose to grindstone. Despite sounding like something an overenthusiastic AI model would suggest, concepts like “Creative Rhythm” and “Idea Management” are actually quite brilliant, even for non-business creatives like me. He emphasizes balancing focus, relationships, energy, and time to help you generate ideas without burning out or losing quality. It’s something to keep close by and a good reminder that slow, steady, and deliberate make those big moments of creative inspiration possible. Make your creativity bulletproof. I’ll let you know as I buckle down to work on my own book if these ideas are more than inspiration.


I’m off to go figure out my new Reedsy stuff now. Wish me luck. I, a Luddite, stopped keeping up with tech once my iPod Gen 2 gave up the ghost (to the tune of Bubbles by ARTIST). Maybe I’ll reward myself with a quick jog behind the Good Humor truck, should those bells toll for me.

What did you love reading this month?

The Folio: What I Read Mid-June through Mid-July 2024


Literary Hookups for me, for you.

Because I’m far from the median on the hectic-to-chaotic continuum that is currently My Life™, reading time was limited this month, and the books, for the most part, were long and/or required revving up the ol’ noggin.

This month’s reviews are abbreviated, awkward attempts to match you with a potentially great read for the next time you’re curling up on your couch, you need something to take your mind off the cloud of B.O. on your train commute, or you’re having an actual summer vacation and want to read a book. (Hello, my southern hemisphere friends! You might need to read these upside-down or counterclockwise in a warm nook.)

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