New books to add to the ever-growing, insurmountable TBR. It's out of control. There is no way I can ever read them all, but I am sure as heck going to try.
I didn't find much fiction this week. We're still being bombarded with Keto diets and how to be a completely different person in six weeks. And the fiction we are getting isn't really my jam. So, it's another week of non-fiction.
The Source of Self-Regard: Selected Essays, Speeches, and Meditations, Toni Morrison.
The one. The only. Toni Morrison. The Nobel Prize winning Toni Morrison. The collection is divided in to three parts: a prayer for those who died in the 9/11 terrorist attack, a meditation on Martin Luther King Jr., and a eulogy for James Baldwin. Break out the tissues, y'all. Look, Toni is never easy, but she is essential.
Figuring, Maria Popova
I came for the cover, I stayed for the description. Figuring, which actually came out last week, is a gender studies book. Exploring the lives of women in science, artists, writers, etc. who have changed the way we looked at the world. And Maria Popova went back four-hundred-years. That's some dedication. Typically, I research a book and make a recommendation based on what I found out. This description, though, is so well written. I'm just gonna drop it right in.
Emanating from these lives are larger questions about the measure of a good life and what it means to leave a lasting mark of betterment on an imperfect world: Are achievement and acclaim enough for happiness? Is genius? Is love? Weaving through the narrative is a set of peripheral figures—Ralph Waldo Emerson, Charles Darwin, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Herman Melville, Frederick Douglass, Nathaniel Hawthorne, and Walt Whitman—and a tapestry of themes spanning music, feminism, the history of science, the rise and decline of religion, and how the intersection of astronomy, poetry, and Transcendentalist philosophy fomented the environmental movement.
There is no way I could have said it any better.
Okay, James Patterson has had a relatively quiet 2019. I think he's only released one book, possibly two. For most of us, that's pretty dang good. For him, that's nothing. Next week, though, he's bringing it. His book, Chef, comes out and [insert eye roll here] it's already a best seller. Because that's how JP rolls. He also has roughly forty-seven books slated for March.
So, there they are. Like I said, not much going on in Fiction that grabbed my attention.