A new year, a new book count! The grand total for January works out to 6, including one non-fiction work. A month heavy on narrative and plotting, less so on beautiful language and formal inventiveness.
Girls to the Front, by Sarah Marcus History of the Riot Grrl movement of the early '90s. A little too earnest in its approach--Marcus was clearly too invested in the movement to be able to step back with a clear, historical eye for the weaknesses and problems, though she effectively recreates the excitement and thrill of it. Would have worked better as an oral history.
Zero History, by William Gibson My first Gibson, and not as heavy on the shockingly foresighted understanding to tech and the way we interact with it that I expected. I guess you can only predict the modern internet once in a career?
Even Cowgirls Get the Blues, by Tom Robbins Fun, though sometimes aggressively aware of its own "kookiness."
The Imperfectionists, by Tom Rachman Man, I love the personalities who make up newsrooms. The vignettes here are both funny and affecting--a hard balance to pull off, especially when some of the characters are hard to feel empathy for.
Transparent Things, by Vladimir Nabokov A slight Nabokov, though pretty. Felt lighter in all his usual strands, and since I find the theme fascinating (memories, how we remember, how we control what we create) I could have used more.
The Submission, by Amy Waldman Interesting evocation of an alternate NYC, exploring the repercussions both here and around the country/world if the 9/11 Memorial had been designed by a Muslim American. Waldman has a good grip on storytelling and drawing interesting, if not always dimensional, characters.