We return to school soon – masked and sanitized. I have a beach chair ready for outdoor classes and plexiglass on the library circulation desk. When so many school libraries have been repurposed into classroom spaces, I know how lucky we are to keep the library open and continue putting books in kids’ hands. It will not look the same. Students will visit the library in small groups and select their books from displays rather than being free to explore the shelves. We won’t have regular programming, but the important things will remain: talking with kids about what they’re reading, welcoming new readers to check out their first chapter book, and fostering curiosity about the world.
My own reading has included books that offer an escape from this mixed-up world – and a few titles that help me to make sense of it. Here are the books I’ve been reading as the days grow cooler and shorter:
The Memory Police by Yoko Ogawa – This was certainly not an escape, but rather a cautionary and haunting novel about loss. The main character is a novelist who lives on an unnamed island where things – big and small – randomly disappear. One day it might be stamps and the next birds. When things disappear, people forget they ever existed and they lose all meaning. The Memory Police are the authoritarians who make sure no one owns or remembers what has disappeared. It is impossible not to think of George Orwell – and how gradual changes can creep up on us when we are not paying attention.
A Girl Returned by Donatella Di Pietrantonio and translated by Ann Goldstein – I read about this book in the Washington Post last year and the premise intrigued me: a thirteen-year-old girl is sent away from “her” family, the one she always thought was hers – and returned to her birth family. The two homes are very different. She spent her first 13 years as the beloved child in a middle class home where she enjoyed spending time with her best friend and going to the beach. But when she is abruptly dropped off at the apartment of a “large poor family,” her world is turned upside down. I loved this book. More than anything else I read this summer, A Girl Returned made me feel like I was in the room watching it play out. I could feel her confusion and sadness. I could hear her noisy and complicated new family.
Old Lovegood Girls by Gail Godwin – I read this book solely based on a Twitter blurb from Margaret Atwood: “As always, wry, beady-eyed, acute.” Although there are lots of people not to be trusted with Twitter, Margaret Atwood was right! It caught my attention because I was familiar with Godwin’s name, but had never read anything by her. Now, after reading Old Lovegood Girls, I will seek her out. To describe it as a novel about friendship would be accurate, but totally misses what’s important about this heartbreaking, smart, and wise novel. What struck me the most was the wide-ranging breadth of Godwin’s interests. Her references to both religion and literature are rich and thoughtful. It made me think about what we miss when we think of school as only a place to build a skill set. Godwin’s deep reservoir of knowledge seems even more important in a tech-driven society. Consider the enormous consequences of having a president who does not read or express any interest in history.
Attention: A Love Story by Casey Schwartz – My current read is a total departure from my typical fare, but perfectly timed. Like many people, I’ve noticed that my concentration is not what it was before iPhones. I still read alot, but I also take breaks between chapters to check email, texts, and news headlines. I’ve heard every reason why this is a bad idea – doomscrolling and all that. But I’m guilty as charged. It’s a struggle to stay focused when there are so many distractions, some of which (not the doomscrolling) are wonderful and truly make the day better: staying in touch with friends and family, looking at the many bookstore and art history accounts I follow on Instagram, reading reviews, following up on topics I want to learn more about. The list goes on. In her memoir, Casey Schwartz asks herself the same questions and explores how we “spend” our attention. Along the way, she focuses on the work of other writers who grappled with similar challenges, including Aldous Huxley and David Foster Wallace. I’m not sure Schwartz’s book will result in any major behavioral changes, but she has made me uncomfortable (in a healthy way) and more conscious of the stress of reading so much bad news.
Next up: Elena Ferrante’s new novel:
Happy Reading!
























































































