What movies or TV series have you watched more than 5 times?
I know this blog is called The Voracious Bibliophile, but it could just as easily be called The Voracious Cinephile or The Voracious Telephile. There’s nothing quite as satisfying as watching a film or television series with the benefit of having already seen it. Since you know the general plot outline(s), you can better appreciate the more granular details.
Oddly enough, the first film that comes to mind is Blue Jasmine. Cate Blanchett won an Oscar for her portrayal of a former socialite in the middle of a nervous breakdown following her money manager husband’s arrest for fraud. Blanchett does some of her best work in the film, and was more than deserving of taking home the Oscar that year.
One of my favorite scenes has Jasmine (Blanchett) recounting her horror upon having to take a (in her estimation) menial job selling shoes on Madison Avenue following her husband’s downfall. Women she’d hosted in her home, who used to be her peers, were witness to her rather humiliating defenestration. Erica Bishop, one of the aforementioned socialites, saw her one day and quickly slipped out, thinking Jasmine didn’t notice. In true Blanchett fashion, the tone of the scene immediately shifts when she shouts, “I saw you, Erica!”.
Next for me is Francis Ford Coppola’s The Godfather trilogy. The much-maligned capstone to the series is really not as bad as it’s made out to be, and in fact greatly benefits from some ex post facto revisionism in the form ofThe Godfather Coda: The Death of Michael Corleone, a recut version of the third film that was released without much fanfare in December 2020 to coincide with the 30th anniversary of the original’s release.
The one thing I love most about that series is its clever juxtaposition of opposing themes: baptism and apostasy, redemption and revenge. It’s glorious, not unlike a Renaissance painting or a particularly moving opera. It is, for me, an Essential. No one can truly call themselves a cinephile without having watched it.
“Yo, Adrian! I did it!”. Next for me is the Rocky saga, minus that 🐴💩 fifth entry. Good God. Honestly, if you completely eliminate it from the franchise it really serves the whole for the better. I’m not saying any of them are masterworks, except for maybe the first one. But I can remember fondly watching them all over and over again with my grandpa who’s been dead for 16 years now. He gave me my love of cinema and I can’t ever see these films without smiling. And really, it’s the ultimate underdog story. Who doesn’t love an underdog?
I guess I haven’t done a television series yet. I feel like my television tastes skew toward more lowbrow fare than my tastes in cinema. I really like the Norman Lear sitcoms of the 70s, which I can practically quote from memory. Good Times, Sanford and Son, All in the Family. I will forever rewatch The Golden Girls, which changed sitcoms forever. I’ve seen the first season of Grace and Frankie at least eight times, and those are just the times I counted.
I guess I go to cinema for enrichment and to television for comfort. Humans need both.
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It’s almost time for what is inarguably Hollywood’s biggest night. I know it’s been radio silence from me for a little while here, but I don’t think there’s any better time to hear from me than on my favorite holiday of the year (yes, the Oscars count as a holiday!).
Without further ado, here they are:
Being as how Oppenheimer has won virtually all of the precursor awards leading up to the Oscars, as well as its broad box office appeal, I think it’s the safest bet of the night. I really enjoyed it and appreciated the level of craft that went into making it, but I would be equally pleased if either of the Sandra Hüller vehicles, Anatomy of a Fall (YOUR GENEROSITY CONCEALS SOMETHING DIRTIER AND MEANER) or The Zone of Interest, won.
Give the man his flowers, already. He’s earned them.
This is the race I’m most conflicted about. While I’ve long been a fan of Emma Stone, I don’t want Poor Things elevated on any greater a platform than that upon which it already stands. I might make a longer post and explain in more depth at a later date, but just take my word for it for now.
While I picked Lily Gladstone and want her desperately to win, I feel like Annette Bening, Carey Mulligan, and Sandra Hüller are also deserving. We’ll see how it shakes out.
I’ve long been a fan of Murphy’s, but I wouldn’t be upset if Paul Giamatti won for his iconic performance in The Holdovers, which was one of my favorite films this year.
Since Randolph has already won every precursor award leading up to the Oscars, her win feels like a foregone conclusion. However, if Danielle Brooks won for The Color Purple I would dance with joy and say, “Look what God has done.”
I guess. I think a more inspired choice would be Ryan Gosling as Ken in Barbie or Sterling K. Brown in American Fiction, who really pulled at my heart strings. And let us not forget Robert De Niro’s quiet menacing in Killers of the Flower Moon, in which he does some of the best work we’ve seen from him this century.
I’ll burn something if this falls any other way, except maybe in the case of The Holdovers or Past Lives.
I don’t know, I just have a feeling. Also, American Fiction was the only film that I remember making me laugh out loud this year, so that counts for something.
I bet France is kicking themselves right now, but they deserve to lose for submitting The Taste of Things for consideration over Anatomy of a Fall.
I’m still rooting for The Boy and the Heron, which would be the most inspired choice here. But this category rarely rewards the most deserving film.
Too topical not to win, especially following Navalny’s win last year. I’ve read that Bobi Wine: The People’s President might be a dark horse in this particular race.
No other choice would be fitting or appropriate here, except maybe Killers of the Flower Moon.
Billie supremacy. Give her a second one.
This one was tough for me to pick. Oppenheimer is a safe bet in almost any race tonight, but there was also some excellent cinematography work done in Maestro (God, that one shot where Felicia is watching Leonard from the edge of the stage and his literal shadow consumes her…pure cinematic storytelling genius), Poor Things (as much as it pains me), and Killers of the Flower Moon.
Poor Things would also be a good choice here, but I’d be remiss to vote against Barbie and Jacqueline Durran.
This is not a contest. The editing in Oppenheimer made a 3-hour film feel like half that length. Anxiety-inducing and utterly riveting.
They’ll without a doubt throw Maestro a bone here, as it’s unlikely to win in any other category. Which is really sad because it’s really a remarkable film, but the deck is stacked this year with a lot of great films and performances.
Poor Things is also a contender, but I can’t vote against Barbie here.
Oppenheimer is the favorite to win, but I’ll never not be haunted by the sound in The Zone of Interest.
I don’t know, it seemed like a safe bet.
Okay, so this is the only nominated film in this category I managed to watch in time, but I can’t imagine anything surpassing it. Truly magnificent.
Everything I’ve read points in the direction of Wes Anderson here, so fingers crossed.
I picked The ABCs of Book Banning but Nai Nai & Wài Pó literally brought tears to my eyes so I want it to win with all my heart.
Alright, y’all…just under an hour to go until showtime. See y’all on the flip side.
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Life has, as usual, been quite a lot to deal with as of late. If you’ve kept up with this blog, you know that my posts have been infrequent. Going into this new year, it’s my intention to remedy that. Even if posts are shorter and/or less polished than I like, then so be it. Better something than nothing.
That said, you all know that Oscars season is my favorite season of the year, and there are several proverbial horses in the race that I’m betting on. I can’t remember feeling this strongly about an awards season since at least 2017. There are several important films I haven’t seen yet, but I intend on remedying that soon as well. The films I have seen have left indelible impressions on me, especially Oppenheimer, Barbie, and Killers of the Flower Moon. I will go ahead and throw the gauntlet down now: If Cillian Murphy and Lily Gladstone walk away without little golden men come Oscars night, I will personally riot.
Without further ado, here are my predictions for who and what will be nominated for some of the major Oscars races:
Best Picture
Anatomy of a Fall
Barbie
The Color Purple
The Holdovers
Killers of the Flower Moon
Maestro
Oppenheimer
Past Lives
Poor Things
Saltburn
Best Director
Greta Gerwig, Barbie
Yorgos Lanthimos, Poor Things
Christopher Nolan, Oppenheimer
Alexander Payne, The Holdovers
Martin Scorsese, Killers of the Flower Moon
Best Actor
Bradley Cooper, Maestro
Colman Domingo, Rustin
Paul Giamatti, The Holdovers
Barry Keoghan, Saltburn
Cillian Murphy, Oppenheimer
Best Actress
Fantasia Barrino, The Color Purple
Lily Gladstone, Killers of the Flower Moon
Carey Mulligan, Maestro
Margot Robbie, Barbie
Emma Stone, Poor Things
Best Supporting Actor
Willem Dafoe, Poor Things
Robert De Niro, Killers of the Flower Moon
Robert Downey Jr., Oppenheimer
Ryan Gosling, Barbie
Charles Melton, May December
Best Supporting Actress
Emily Blunt, Oppenheimer
Danielle Brooks, The Color Purple
Taraji P. Henson, The Color Purple
Rosamund Pike, Saltburn
Da’Vine Joy Randolph, The Holdovers
Nominations for the 96th annual Academy Awards will be announced on January 23rd at 8:30 a.m. ET/5:30 a.m. PT byZazie Beetz and Jack Quaid live from the Samuel Goldwyn Theater in Los Angeles.
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Anyone who’s been reading this blog for any amount of time knows that while I’m a physical, tangible media kind of a dude, I’m also on the go a lot. I have a portable handheld cassette player but it’s cumbersome to carry around more than one cassette at any given time to play in it. I’m also very careful, gentle, and anal-retentive with all of my belongings so I don’t relish the thought of my cassettes (or any of my belongings, for that matter) being exposed to the elements and/or being jostled in my purse.
That said, I tend to carry around just one book at a time (zipped in my purse carefully or protected in a padded book sleeve) and listen to music on my phone via Apple Music. Please note that I’m aware that in the current zeitgeist Spotify reigns supreme while Apple Music, much like Facebook, is for oldsters. I don’t care. I like to look at my Replay every week to see which songs I’ve had on repeat, some of them the whole year long. I wanted to share them here so you can see just how unhinged my listening habits truly are.
Two things of note I want to point out. One, there are two different versions of Midnights in my top five. That’s 309 plays on Apple Music alone. That doesn’t count all the times I’ve listened to the album on any other format. Can I quote it by heart? Yes. Do I think it should win Album of the Year at the Grammys? Absolutely! Midnights supremacy.
The second thing is that Miley Cyrus’s song Used To Be Youngwas just released on August 25th and it’s already in my top five most-played songs of the current calendar year. That song is resonating with me. I mean, I’m not nostalgic about a youth spent basking in an endless bacchanalia because that wasn’t ever my reality. I spent my youth working my way through school and now just working, endlessly. Am I still young? I guess I am, by most conventional definitions. I’m 27, but I feel hundreds of years old. Like a vampire. I have high blood pressure and diabetes and asthma and I live 95-plus percent of my life in a 5-mile radius. But enough with the self-pity. It’s just a really good song.
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As many of you know, Fall is the biggest season of the year for new book releases. While I always have a veritable mountain of a TBR stack (is it really a stack at this point?), that pile always grows considerably larger when September rolls around. Below are some of this month’s releases I’m excited about, both for myself and for my customers.
Wound: A Novelby Oksana Vasyakina and Elina Alter (Translator)
I’m such a sucker for non-English language works, be they books or films, and the cover of this book just grabbed my heart so fast. According to the publisher’s description, Woundis perfect “for fans of Maggie Nelson and Eileen Myles” and…say no more. Add to cart. Maggie Nelson’s Bluetsis among the most perfect works of literature ever put on paper and Eileen Myles, long an underground punk queer hero, catapulted into the limelight when a character based on them (and portrayed by the rapturous Emmy- and Tony Award-winning Cherry Jones) appeared in Amazon’s Transparent. Myles themself was in a relationship (no longer extant) with the show’s creator, Joey Soloway. Also, I still own a vinyl of Myles’ collection Aloha/irish trees. I’ve already gone through my superqueer phase, thank you very much, but the full moon always returns. The comparison of Woundto Nelson and Myles automatically qualified this title for purchasing by me, and I’ll let you all know what I think when I get it and read it.
From the Publisher:
From one of Russia’s most exciting new voices, Wound follows a young lesbian poet on a journey from Moscow to her hometown in Siberia, where she has promised to bury her mother’s ashes. Woven throughout this fascinating travel narrative are harrowing and at times sublime memories of her childhood and her sexual and artistic awakening. As she carefully documents her grief and interrogates her past, the narrator of Oksana Vasyakina’s autobiographical novel meditates on queerness, death, and love and finds new words for understanding her relationship with her mother, her country, her sexuality, and her identity as an artist.
A sensual, whip-smart account of the complicated dynamics of queer life in present-day Siberia and Moscow, Wound is also in conversation with feminist thinkers and artists, including Susan Sontag, Louise Bourgeois, and Monique Wittig, locating Vasyakina’s work in a rich and exciting international literary tradition.
Woundwas released by Catapult on September 5th and is available to purchase at your local bookstore.
I must admit that Stephen King’s books are not among my usual picks when I’m looking for something to read, but when I have picked up his stuff I’ve been pleased more often than not. In a bookselling world that’s been experiencing a paradigm shift since the onset of the COVID-19 pandemic, wherein trade paperbacks and the backlist generate the lion’s share of publishing revenue, it’s nice to see that authors like King can still sell a heck of a lot of new hardcovers when their books are first released.
My own store has sold through most of the initial stock we put out on release day, and replenishment has been steady. I feel at least partially compelled to read Mr. Mercedesfirst, but I must admit I’m more drawn to this particular book of King’s in a way I haven’t been since 11/22/63came out. Note: No, I haven’t watched the miniseries on Hulu and I don’t plan to. Now that Holly is discounted for being my chain’s #1 hardcover seller, I’ll probably pick it up soon.
From the Publisher:
Stephen King’s Holly marks the triumphant return of beloved King character Holly Gibney. Readers have witnessed Holly’s gradual transformation from a shy (but also brave and ethical) recluse in Mr. Mercedes to Bill Hodges’s partner in Finders Keepers to a full-fledged, smart, and occasionally tough private detective in The Outsider. In King’s new novel, Holly is on her own, and up against a pair of unimaginably depraved and brilliantly disguised adversaries.
When Penny Dahl calls the Finders Keepers detective agency hoping for help locating her missing daughter, Holly is reluctant to accept the case. Her partner, Pete, has Covid. Her (very complicated) mother has just died. And Holly is meant to be on leave. But something in Penny Dahl’s desperate voice makes it impossible for Holly to turn her down.
Mere blocks from where Bonnie Dahl disappeared live Professors Rodney and Emily Harris. They are the picture of bourgeois respectability: married octogenarians, devoted to each other, and semi-retired lifelong academics. But they are harboring an unholy secret in the basement of their well-kept, book-lined home, one that may be related to Bonnie’s disappearance. And it will prove nearly impossible to discover what they are up to: they are savvy, they are patient, and they are ruthless.
Holly must summon all her formidable talents to outthink and outmaneuver the shockingly twisted professors in this chilling new masterwork from Stephen King.
Hollywas released by Scribner on September 5th and is available to purchase at your local bookstore.
I’ve been following the Duggar family from the very beginning, from their first specials on Discovery Health to their very public downfall following Josh’s investigation and ousting as a pedophile. I read Becoming Free Indeed, Jinger Duggar Vuolo’s own tell-all and personal journey as she disentangled IBLP principles she had been taught by her family from what she actually read and understood to be true from the Bible. That was a heck of a read, and when I watched Amazon Original’s Shiny Happy People: Duggar Family Secrets in one sitting with my family, I wanted more. Jill and Derick were the only members of the immediate Duggar family to appear in the documentary (Cousin Amy made an appearance), and I soon found out afterwards that they had a book in the works.
From the buzz I’ve read so far, I can’t wait to dig into this one. It always warms my heart when I see people who’ve been raised in fundamentalist religious circles breaking free from the controlling and dogmatic powers that be. I know this time won’t be any different.
From the Publisher:
Jill and Derick knew a normal life wasn’t possible for them. As a star on the popular TLC reality show 19 Kids and Counting, Jill grew up in front of viewers who were fascinated by her family’s way of life. She was the responsible, second daughter of Jim Bob and Michelle’s nineteen kids; always with a baby on her hip and happy to wear the modest ankle-length dresses with throat-high necklines. She didn’t protest the strict model of patriarchy that her family followed, which declares that men are superior, that women are expected to be wives and mothers and are discouraged from attaining a higher education, and that parental authority over their children continues well into adulthood, even once they are married.
But as Jill got older, married Derick, and they embarked on their own lives, the red flags became too obvious to ignore.
For as long as they could, Jill and Derick tried to be obedient family members—they weren’t willing to rock the boat. But now they’re raising a family of their own, and they’re done with the secrets. Thanks to time, tears, therapy, and blessings from God, they have the strength to share their journey. Theirs is a remarkable story of the power of the truth and is a moving example of how to find healing through honesty.
Counting the Costwas released by Gallery Books on September 12th and is available to purchase at your local bookstore.
Mona Awad’s popularity has been ratcheting up ever since her 2019 book Bunny: A Novelbecame a #BookTok sensation. I’ve yet to read anything by her but I must admit seeing this book arrive on my store’s truck shipment definitely piqued my interest. I don’t know if I’ll read it right away but I’ll definitely be showing it to customers who are in the mood for something dark.
From the Publisher:
For as long as she can remember, Belle has been insidiously obsessed with her skin and skincare videos. When her estranged mother Noelle mysteriously dies, Belle finds herself back in Southern California, dealing with her mother’s considerable debts and grappling with lingering questions about her death. The stakes escalate when a strange woman in red appears at the funeral, offering a tantalizing clue about her mother’s demise, followed by a cryptic video about a transformative spa experience. With the help of a pair of red shoes, Belle is lured into the barbed embrace of La Maison de Méduse, the same lavish, culty spa to which her mother was devoted. There, Belle discovers the frightening secret behind her (and her mother’s) obsession with the mirror—and the great shimmering depths (and demons) that lurk on the other side of the glass.
Snow Whitemeets Eyes Wide Shut in this surreal descent into the dark side of beauty, envy, grief, and the complicated love between mothers and daughters. With black humor and seductive horror, Rouge explores the cult-like nature of the beauty industry—as well as the danger of internalizing its pitiless gaze. Brimming with California sunshine and blood-red rose petals, Rouge holds up a warped mirror to our relationship with mortality, our collective fixation with the surface, and the wondrous, deep longing that might lie beneath.
Rougewas released by Simon & Schuster/Marysue Rucci Books on September 12th and is available to purchase at your local bookstore.
The Young Manby Annie Ernaux and Alison L. Strayer (Translator)
Once again, I’m such a sucker for anything in translation, and Annie Ernaux has been on my radar ever since she was announced as the recipient of the Nobel Prize in Literature for 2022.
From the Publisher:
The Young Man is Annie Ernaux’s account of her passionate love affair with A., a man some 30 years younger, when she was in her fifties. The relationship pulls her back to memories of her own youth and at the same time leaves her feeling ageless, outside of time— together with a sense that she is living her life backwards.
Amidst talk of having a child together, she feels time running its course, and menopause approaching. The Young Man recalls Ernaux as the “scandalous girl” she once was, but is composed with the mastery and the self-assurance she has achieved across decades of writing. It was first published in France in 2022.
The Young Manwas released in paperback by Seven Stories Press on September 12th and is available to purchase at your local bookstore.
I wanted Hercas soon as I saw it. As anyone who’s been inside a bookstore in the last year undoubtedly knows, mythology retellings are all the rage. I think all of the writers capitalizing on the trend owe a debt of gratitude to Madeline Miller, whose novels Circeand The Song of Achillesblew up during the first part of the pandemic. Now, mythological retellings are their own subsection on #BookTok and publishers are churning them out as fast as they can. Some are better than others, and most discerning readers can easily sift the wheat from the chaff. But I’m a sucker for anything Hercules. I don’t care if it’s good or not. Credit my Disneyfied upbringing and my closeted little gay self prancing and singing along to “I Won’t Say (I’m In Love)” and I’ll buy anything related to Hunk-ules and his Labors.
I’ve got two customers who I see almost every Sunday who I curate piles of books for (I’m a personal shopper of sorts) and they both love mythology retellings. We’ve agreed to read this one together so you know I had to buy it. I’ll let you know what I think.
From the Publisher:
This should be the story of Hercules: his twelve labours, his endless adventures… everyone’s favorite hero, right?
Well, it’s not.
This is the story of everyone else:
Alcmene: Herc’s mother (She has knives everywhere)
Hylas: Herc’s first friend (They were more than friends)
Megara: Herc’s wife (She’ll tell you about their marriage)
Eurystheus: Oversaw Herc’s labours (He never asked for the job)
His friends, his enemies, his wives, his children, his lovers, his rivals, his gods, his victims
It’s time to hear their stories.
Told with humour and heart, Herc gives voice to the silenced characters, in this feminist, queer (and sometimes shocking) retelling of classic Hercules myth.
Hercwas released by Hanover Square Press, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers, on September 5th and is available to purchase at your local bookstore.
Anderson Cooper already cut his teeth writing about the rise and fall of one great American dynasty, that of his own family, the Vanderbilts. What family could one write about next if not the Astors? I think immediately of one John Jacob Astor IV, who died in the early morning hours of April 15th, 1912 in the sinking of the Titanic. He was the richest man aboard the ship and among the richest people alive at the time. At the time of his death, he was worth roughly $87 million, equivalent to $2.64 billion in 2022 dollars.
I’ve loved Anderson Cooper since the first time I saw him on CNN, and loved him even more for giving Trump crap during the latter’s successful bid for POTUS. It’s an easy decision for me. I want a signed copy.
From the Publisher:
The story of the Astors is a quintessentially American story—of ambition, invention, destruction, and reinvention.
From 1783, when German immigrant John Jacob Astor first arrived in the United States, until 2009, when Brooke Astor’s son, Anthony Marshall, was convicted of defrauding his elderly mother, the Astor name occupied a unique place in American society.
The family fortune, first made by a beaver trapping business that grew into an empire, was then amplified by holdings in Manhattan real estate. Over the ensuing generations, Astors ruled Gilded Age New York society and inserted themselves into political and cultural life, but also suffered the most famous loss on the Titanic, one of many shocking and unexpected twists in the family’s story.
In this unconventional, page-turning historical biography, featuring black-and-white and color photographs, #1 New York Times bestselling authors Anderson Cooper and Katherine Howe chronicle the lives of the Astors and explore what the Astor name has come to mean in America—offering a window onto the making of America itself.
I haven’t yet read the first two books in this series and to be perfectly honest, I’m not in a particularly big hurry. Why am I excited about it, then? A lot of my customers love Lucy Score and her books, and it’s impossible for me not to get excited when they’re excited. I know I’ll be putting this title in a lot of hands over the upcoming holiday months.
From the Publisher:
There was only one woman who could set me free. But I would rather set myself on fire than ask Sloane Walton for anything.
Lucian Rollins is a lean, mean vengeance-seeking mogul. On a quest to erase his father’s mark on the family name, he spends every waking minute pulling strings and building an indestructible empire. The more money and power he amasses, the safer he is from threats.
Except when it comes to the feisty small-town librarian that keeps him up at night…
Sloane Walton is a spitfire determined to carry on her father’s quest for justice. She’ll do that just as soon as she figures out exactly what the man she hates did to—or for—her family. Bonded by an old, dark secret from the past and the dislike they now share for each other, Sloane trusts Lucian about as far as she can throw his designer-suited body.
When bickering accidentally turns to foreplay, these two find themselves not quite regretting their steamy one-night stand. Once those flames are fanned, it seems impossible to put them out again. But with Sloane ready to start a family and Lucian refusing to even consider the idea of marriage and kids, these enemies-to-lovers are stuck at an impasse.
Broken men break women. It’s what Lucian believes, what he’s witnessed, and he’s not going to take that chance with Sloane. He’d rather live a life of solitude than put her in danger. But he learns the hard way that leaving her means leaving her unprotected from other threats.
It’s the second time he’s ruthlessly cut her out of his life. There’s no way she’s going to give him a third chance. He’s just going to have to make one for himself.
Things We Left Behind (Knockemout, #3)was released by That’s What She Said Publishing on September 5th and is available to purchase at your local bookstore.
This was one of my BOTM picks, so naturally I’m excited to dig into it. I’m a big fan of historical fiction. I didn’t read Krueger’s This Tender Land, but I remember being intrigued by it and wanting to read it. I think I bought it, too, come to think of it. Anyway, this one sounded too good to pass up.
From the Publisher:
On Memorial Day, as the people of Jewel, Minnesota gather to remember and honor the sacrifice of so many sons in the wars of the past, the half-clothed body of wealthy landowner Jimmy Quinn is found floating in the Alabaster River, dead from a shotgun blast. Investigation of the murder falls to Sheriff Brody Dern, a highly decorated war hero who still carries the physical and emotional scars from his military service. Even before Dern has the results of the autopsy, vicious rumors begin to circulate that the killer must be Noah Bluestone, a Native American WWII veteran who has recently returned to Jewel with a Japanese wife. As suspicions and accusations mount and the town teeters on the edge of more violence, Dern struggles not only to find the truth of Quinn’s murder but also put to rest the demons from his own past.
Caught up in the torrent of anger that sweeps through Jewel are a war widow and her adolescent son, the intrepid publisher of the local newspaper, an aging deputy, and a crusading female lawyer, all of whom struggle with their own tragic histories and harbor secrets that Quinn’s death threatens to expose.
Both a complex, spellbinding mystery and a masterful portrait of midcentury American life from an author of novels “as big-hearted as they come” (Parade), The River We Remember is an unflinching look at the wounds left by the wars we fight abroad and at home, a moving exploration of the ways in which we seek to heal, and a testament to the enduring power of the stories we tell about the places we call home.
The River We Rememberwas released by Atria Books, an imprint of Simon & Schuster, on September 5th and is available to purchase at your local bookstore.
I hope whatever you’re reading as we slide into Fall brings you joy, makes you cry, and entertains you endlessly. Thanks for reading.
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The third episode of the new season of Sister Wives aired last night and I really need to share my thoughts. I’m going to be honest, I’m an OG fan of the Brown family (except for Kody, eww), especially Janelle. I love her independence and pragmatism but what I really love is her ability to call people out on their bullcrap (*cough* Kody *cough*). People have selective memories, especially when their current behavior doesn’t match a formerly-held belief and they need to do a little revisionist history to gloss over some glaring hypocrisy.
People have selective memories, especially when their current behavior doesn’t match a formerly-held belief and they need to do a little revisionist history to gloss over some glaring hypocrisy.
I must admit I dipped for a few seasons when they were leaving Las Vegas and moving to Flagstaff. Why did they even move? I can’t remember and I don’t even care enough to look into it or to go back and watch those seasons because I’m sure it had a lot to do with Kody’s god complex and his whole manifest destiny narcissism.
But hoo boy, seeing Christine last season light up with the glow of freedom on her face…I’m living for it. It gives me hope. She is living, breathing proof that it’s never too late to say enough is enough. To say that I deserve better from this life. To latch onto a dream of happiness and chase it like you’re on fire and it’s literal water. Sweet baby Jesus, someone give her a book deal. I would preorder that so fast I wouldn’t even check my bank account first.
She [Christine] is living, breathing proof that it’s never too late to say enough is enough.
I remember last season when she announced she was leaving and divorcing Kody, she said that she wanted to be adored and wouldn’t accept anything less. For anyone who’s not been through a period in their life where they felt unloved or unlovable, that is hard to work through. You have to intentionally and systematically break down every negative self-perception and reject it. You have to reject crap from other people too, all the little things they’ve done or said to make you feel less-than and sometimes that’s harder than letting go of the stuff in your own head. Because what if the person contributing to or causing your unhappiness is your spouse, the person who’s supposed to be making everything better or at least hunkering down in the storm with you while you ride it out?
August 28, 2023 cover of People Magazine.
For anyone who’s not been through a period in their life where they felt unloved or unlovable, that is hard to work through.
Christine had to choose herself and decide that the only way out was through the door and now, seeing her so full of joy in this new season??? That’s everything to me. I’m getting secondhand happiness from seeing her so happy. There was one part in the second episode of the new season where she literally laughs with glee and says she’s so glad she’s not married to Kody anymore. She no longer has to perform some kind of overly-taxing mental calculus about whether she’s being supportive enough or complacent enough or obedient enough or self-sacrificing enough ad nauseam. She’s free. Hallelujah.
She no longer has to perform some kind of overly-taxing mental calculus about whether she’s being supportive enough or complacent enough or obedient enough or self-sacrificing enough ad nauseam.
Now it’s Janelle’s turn. If you’ve been following the fallout like I have, you know that Janelle is gone too. She’s put up with so much of Kody’s crap over the years, but for the past couple of seasons it’s just beyond ridiculous. Kody wants his wives (other than Robyn, sorry not sorry — what does the nanny do?) to be independent and fend for themselves and their children while also protecting his fragile little man ego and making him think he’s calling the shots. You can’t have it both ways, Mister Man. Not with Janelle or Christine, anyway. Not anymore.
For the uninitiated among you, there was a big fallout in the Brown households when COVID first started (I won’t say during the pandemic because we’re still in the pandemic) because Kody had a list of rules that everyone had to follow to keep anyone in the family from becoming infected. Two of Janelle’s older sons, Gabe and Garrison, were unwilling to follow Kody’s extremely strict COVID rules, because Garrison worked and they both had social lives. I’m not going to condemn them for this like Kody did, especially since Kody was willing to bend his own rules last season to officiate a friend’s maskless wedding around the same time he wouldn’t even visit Christine’s kids in her backyard. You can’t arbitrarily enforce your infection-reduction protocols and still claim the moral high ground. I say this as someone who still masks in public (especially at work) and uses anti-viral spray. But we all know Kody redraws lines without giving anyone else a map. Then there was this whole mess where the boys said stuff about Robyn (nothing that wasn’t true, but she kind of took the brunt of the ire that should’ve landed squarely on Kody’s shoulders).
You can’t arbitrarily enforce your infection-reduction protocols and still claim the moral high ground.
After that, Kody made apologizing a condition of the family getting together for Christmas and then said he reneged on that but didn’t tell Janelle. The only person who lies more than Kody about his verifiable on-screen behavior is Donald Trump. *shrug emoji* Anyway, I digress. Last night, it all came to a head when Kody came to talk to Janelle in her new apartment she found to spend the winter in since she couldn’t weather the season in her camper parked at Coyote Pass.
The only person who lies more than Kody about his verifiable on-screen behavior is Donald Trump.
Kody kept gaslighting Janelle throughout the entire conversation while accusing her of doing it to him. I kept thinking to myself, “This man’s ego is next-level.” What kind of man basically makes a woman choose between him and her own children, especially when you’ve been an absentee father and husband to 3/4 of your family for years? He just berated Janelle over and over asserting that she’d been disrespecting him and undermining him to his children for the majority of their marriage. No no, buddy.
What kind of man basically makes a woman choose between him and her own children, especially when you’ve been an absentee father and husband to 3/4 of your family for years?
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All of us watched while you basically ignored Janelle, Christine, and Meri so you could follow Robyn around like a lost puppy dog. Well, Janelle had had enough. Kody stuck his metaphorical fingers in his ears and was like, “I CAN’T HEAR YOU, NEENER NEENER BOO BOO!” Janelle’s crisp and salty “f*ck you” was long overdue. I was egging her on, much like I’ll probably be doing for the rest of the season. #TeamChristineAndJanelle
Also, I meant what I said about preordering the book. If Christine and/or Janelle write a tell-all, I’m getting a signed copy.
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***Note: I received a free digital review copy of this book from NetGalley and Magination Press, the children’s book imprint of the American Psychological Association, in exchange for an honest review. I have not received compensation for the inclusion of any links for purchase found in this review or on any other page of The Voracious Bibliophile which mentions The Littlest Turtle, its author(s), or its publisher.***
Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Review
What a delightful little book! The Littlest Turtletells the story of a community of turtles of various statures and sizes who live and work together. There’s a division of labor in which the smaller turtles climb on the backs of the larger turtles to pick the ripest and most delicious fruits from the trees. What the smaller turtles are largely unaware of is that while they are getting to eat the best and most delicious fruits from the trees, the larger turtles have to make do with the fruit that falls on the ground and is often rotten or otherwise spoiled.
One day, Littlest Turtle hears the larger turtles grumbling among themselves about how unfair the whole situation is. Without the value of their labor (i.e. literally allowing the smaller turtles to climb on their backs to reach the fruit), the smaller turtles would not be able to eat. However, they always have to eat food that’s not as good. This gets Littlest Turtle to thinking.
Littlest Turtle consults one of his fellow smaller turtles and asks why the larger turtles don’t get to share in eating the best fruits that are picked. Littlest Turtle immediately gets shut down by his peer who claims that that’s just the way things have always been and there’s no sensible reason to change anything. Littlest Turtle mulls over the unfairness of the whole system and starts to concoct a plan to change things for the better. Feeling emboldened by a newfound sense of justice, Littlest Turtle sleeps in preparation for putting his plan in motion.
Littlest Turtle mulls over the unfairness of the whole system and starts to concoct a plan to change things for the better.
The next day, Littlest Turtle approaches Biggest Turtle and tells them that the whole system is unfair, that they want to help rectify the inequality and ensure all turtles have access to the best and freshest fruits. Biggest Turtle says that the larger turtles have been talking amongst themselves about a plan to enact change. Littlest Turtle volunteers to help, and so off they go.
Marching to the brambles, the larger turtles (along with their comrade-in-arms Littlest Turtle) stop in their tracks while the smaller turtles make their way to the fruit. They stop, and see that the larger turtles have not joined them to allow them to climb on top of their backs to pick the fruit. Biggest Turtle announces their stance, stating that they want to eat the freshest berries too. Littlest Turtle chimes in to say that they won’t be moving until a change is made. Who doesn’t love solidarity among turtles and peaceful sit-ins?
Who doesn’t love solidarity among turtles and peaceful sit-ins?
The turtles start having conversations together and exploring how the old system was wholly unfair. The smaller turtles have to face the fact that they’ve unfairly benefitted from a system that’s exploited the labor of the larger turtles while not providing for their needs. They all work together to create a new system that ensures every turtle among them has access to the freshest fruits.
I think The Littlest Turtle is the perfect book for introducing children to ideas of fairness, equality, division of labor, and access. Children develop empathy by having conversations about what’s fair and by ensuring everyone in a given community’s needs are provided for. I can’t recommend it highly enough.
The Littlest Turtlewas released on August 15th, 2023 by Magination Press, the children’s book imprint of the American Psychological Association. It is available to purchase or order at your local bookstore.
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Once again, I’m sorry that it’s been a long time in-between posts here on The Voracious Bibliophile. It’s not an excuse, but my life has been really busy. We’ve got a new district manager in my store’s district, and with any new changing of the guard, there are of course adjustments that need to be made. I’m still dedicated to this blog, but I will admit that posts may be haphazard for the foreseeable future.
At any given time, I have anywhere from 3-15 drinks on every counter and surface inside my store.
All of that said, I wanted to share something funny with all of you. One of my (few) toxic traits is that I leave things everywhere. Literally. Everywhere. This is especially true where drinks are concerned, and even more so at work. At any given time, I have anywhere from 3-15 drinks on every counter and surface inside my store. It’s something my coworkers have had to learn to live with and accept as a quirk of mine. It helps that I’m the boss (*laughs maniacally*). Everyone needs a flaw, right?
Well, today I realized it was getting to the point where my collection of drinks were becoming spill hazards. As you can well imagine, that’s a nightmare scenario in a bookstore. So I began my cleanup. So many mostly full drinks emptied down the drain. This might be a good place to mention that I suffer from dehydration constantly and manage it terribly. I’m working on it, okay? One of my drinks was a mango pineapple smoothie from McDonald’s. It was chunky. When I went to remove the lid and dispose of the contents, the odor hit me like a ton of bricks: the unmistakable scent of alcohol.
When I went to remove the lid and dispose of the contents, the odor hit me like a ton of bricks: the unmistakable scent of alcohol.
I had unwittingly been brewing hooch on our store’s back counter. Next to piles of books, magazines, invoices, bills of lading, and other bookstore paraphernalia was my unwitting non-attempt at an art form usually reserved for prison toilets and country backwoods. I’m really hoping this will teach me my lesson about leaving drinks everywhere. But in all honesty it probably won’t. I didn’t learn my lesson when I had to pour chunky coffee (curdled from the milk product) down the drain or made a mess with Pepsi. Hooch probably won’t be any different.
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I grew up with Miley Cyrus. She’s the Madonna of my micro-generation, that batch of kids born between 1995 and 2000. We’re old enough to have owned and operated a VCR but young enough to remember having the Internet at least on the periphery of our entire lives, if not always the forefront. I am a child of Hannah Montana. When I went shopping with my dad at Walmart for new school clothes before my 6th grade year started, I bought the Hannah Montana 2 / Meet Miley Cyrus double album. That album provided the soundtrack to much of my pre-middle school life, that weird in-between time when you’re not really a teenager but also not a little kid anymore. You feel everything and nothing. Gravity doesn’t really know which way to pull you so you’re in a stasis between what you were before and what you will inevitably become. So yeah, I’ll fight someone over Miley. Anyone at any time.
She’s [Miley Cyrus] the Madonna of my micro-generation, that batch of kids born between 1995 and 2000.
I became an adult right around the time when Bangerz released. Actually, that CD was one of my 18th birthday presents from my parents, who paled at the theatrics and the unapologetic sexuality of that record and decided to buy it for me anyway. There’s a photo of me floating around on the Internet where I’m dressed as Miley for Halloween, tongue out and peace sign flashed.
There’s a photo of me floating around on the Internet where I’m dressed as Miley for Halloween, tongue out and peace sign flashed.
All of that said, I think Endless Summer Vacationis her best album yet. She’s a woman who’s been through a lot and that is evident not only in her autobiographical lyrics but the lived-in feel of the music itself. The entire record, from beginning to end, is a pop masterpiece. Although to be honest, I hesitate to put that label on it, slapping it in a pop box. Cyrus has, for the entirety of her career, defied all genre expectations and instead exists as a mashup of everything all at once. Any box you put her in will inevitably be smashed and there she’ll be, dancing madly in and around the detritus. We should all just be happy to be along for the ride.
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I wanted to take a moment to apologize for my absence from this blog. It’s been several weeks since the last time I posted and I’m sure that some of you are wondering where I’ve been. I want to quell any fears you may have about my commitment to this blog and assure you that I haven’t forgotten about it.
The truth is, I’ve been going through some personal difficulties over the past few months. Without going into too much detail, I’ve been experiencing some health issues and other challenges that have made it hard for me to find the time and the energy to think, let alone come up with enough cogent thoughts to fill a blog post. I know that’s not an excuse, but it is an explanation.
For those of you who look forward to reading this blog and engaging with it, I sincerely apologize. I know that I have a responsibility to my readers to be consistent and reliable, and moving forward I intend to be just that. I have a lot of ideas and topics I want to explore in the future, and lots of books I want to read and review that are coming out this year. I hope you’ll all continue on this journey with me. Thank you.
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