This week at Finery we got to read poems by Andrea Quinlan, Kim Vodicka and Boona Daroom- here you go, if you missed ‘em. Finery will now be taking a short holiday break and plans to see you again the first week of January.
Lists are fun to read and make, so here’s one from Come as Your Madness author Kari Larsen featuring her favorite reads of 2013:
White Girls by Hilton Als – I think he’s a stylist on par with Nabokov with infinitely cooler taste in subject matter.
Beyond This Point Are Monsters by Roxanne Carter – The best companion to the brutal winter at the beginning of the year and a twin addiction to watching Louie and not talking aloud to anyone for days on end.
Lemonworld by Carina Finn – Along with her BOL chapbook, I hope, only the beginning.
In Love and My Face for the World to See by Alfred Hayes – Rereleased this year by NYRB, the most lyric experience, putting to shame every film that thinks it’s about tragic romance — these are so much more alive.
Ana Patova Crosses a Bridge by Renee Gladman and Creature by Amina Cain – Like all Dorothy releases, one enhanced the other — I didn’t think I could be more excited than the conclusion of Gladman’s Ravickian trilogy, but AMINA.
Meaty by Samantha Irby – I sob-laughed and outright sobbed.
My Mistake by Daniel Menaker – I love inside-the-New-Yorker business, but after a year of very insecure employment, during which time I compulsively left two jobs, reading about how Menaker sheepishly hid around for 15~ years after being told to “find another job” was hilarious and comforting.
Swimming Studies by Leanne Shapton – Came out in 2012, supremely elegiac memoir about Shapton’s abandoning a part of her identity. As it happens, I used to swim and paint, and I have a lot of feelings when someone from my past — who knows me to be so dedicated to what I do — discovers that I don’t do those things anymore. When they ask why, this is the book I’d like to hand them.
Poison Penmanship by Jessica Mitford – After being denied schooling as a young girl, Decca became an investigative journalist at 50. I thought this was a collection of her journalism, but it is even better (for me, that is, suddenly finding myself employed at a newspaper): an annotated collection with insight into how she found everything she needed and how she utilized sources for whom it was not in their best interest to talk to her.
Hangsaman by Shelley Jackson – Rereleased this year by Penguin, the heighth of one of my favorite genres (rarely well-executed): the coming-of-age-at-college novel.