Monday Miscellany: They’d forge themselves consequential
Notes from November 17 - 23
Despite my best intentions I didn’t get any of today’s newsletter written ahead of time, and since it’s the last Monday of the month, we had book trivia this evening—so welcome to something of a speed run, in which I will attempt to quell my tendency toward long-windedness,1 through the week’s assortment of riches.
Read this week
Writers & Lovers by Lily King was exactly the re-read my heart needed at this moment. This is a novel about Casey, a twenty-something writer who waits tables at night to earn rent so she can scribble away in the early mornings. Her mother has just died, her most recent romantic relationship has fizzled out, and she is adrift. I read this for the first time right after it was released in 2020 and while I had forgotten many of the details, the feelings of warmth and reassurance were just as I remembered them. I rediscovered some relatable nuggets, beautifully expressed, that past Emily probably also jotted down:
I don’t write because I think I have something to say. I write because if I don’t, everything feels even worse. (3)
There’s no mind-blowing premise or plot twist, simply the sustained, satisfying feeling of a really good hang and the desire to be with Casey in this world just a little bit longer.
Thank goodness I had King’s new novel Heart the Lover queued up and ready to go next, because it shares connective tissue and has a setting that’s similar enough to scratch that itch. I won’t spoil exactly how this one’s related to Writers & Lovers, but I will say that the voice feels very familiar. Here we’re following a young woman, nicknamed Jordan by her boyfriend and his friends, through her final years in college as she’s starting to find her way in life. As it inevitably does for so many people, this leads to romantic complications and, ultimately, heartbreak. But the narrative leaps ahead to the future and we get to see Jordan at middle age, when her past shows back up and suddenly she is who she used to be again, just for a moment. I got teary at the end of the story, and the catharsis felt earned, not too saccharine like it might have in the hands of a lesser author. Fellow sensitive souls, if you’re looking for something to sink into over the holidays that feels like a well-worn pair of favorite jeans, this duet of books is for you. Though not strictly necessary, I’d recommend reading them in publication order.
We the Animals by Justin Torres was the Stacks book club pick for November, finally knocked off my to-read list after appearing there for many years. It’s quite short, but powerfully written, about a trio of brothers growing up in an emotionally volatile and sometimes physically violent household with their Puerto Rican father and white mother. The chapters are brief, almost like vignettes, and somehow Torres is able to paint a vivid picture of these boys’ childhood even in such limited space. There is pain here, but there is also a raw and determined hope.
They weren’t scared, or dispossessed, or fragile. They were possible. Soon they’d be sailing right over them ditches. Soon they’d be handling that cash. They’d decide. They’d forge themselves consequential. They’d sing the mixed breed.
And finally, to change gears entirely, this morning I finished Across the Universe by Natan Last, a nonfiction book about “the past, present, and future of the crossword puzzle.”2 I am a long-time crossword lover myself, originally pen on paper, and more recently in the NYTimes Games app,3 so when I saw this one on Netgalley I couldn’t request it fast enough. Natan Last is a crossword writer for The New Yorker who has also worked closely with Will Shortz (crossword editor for the Times), so he knows his stuff. And he gets into it here, detailing the origins of the crossword and tracing the puzzle’s development over time, highlighting a few “crossword crazes” that bubbled up during that span,4 describing what goes into constructing a puzzle and writing effective clues, and showing how crosswords can be both indicators of and vehicles for inclusion and social change. Last jumps around in time and tosses out a lot of names, which occasionally tripped me up (anybody else not a natural-born History Person?) but on the whole I found this to be an absolutely fascinating learning experience. I finished the book wanting to construct my own puzzle someday. Highly recommended for word nerds, gamers, and appreciators of puns and wit.
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Haiku round-up
Haiku is a poetic form that originated in Japan, containing seventeen syllables in a five-seven-five pattern. At the beginning of 2024, I started writing one every day, and while traditional examples include thematic reference to the seasons, mine tend to be a bit more all over the place. Here are this week’s efforts—enjoy!
Monday, November 17
Extract, analyze, boost defenses with a sting Leave as good as new
Tuesday, November 18
Escape for a while into an alternate world while your body heals
Wednesday, November 19
Off-white cotton ball, a marshmallow lightly singed by the campfire’s heat
Thursday, November 20
So many options— this vivid assortment of potential fixes
Friday, November 21
We spend our evenings obsessed with the fictional life of a stranger
Saturday, November 22
The wind gives a toast leaves settle on our shoulders nature’s confetti
Sunday, November 23
Nothing like absence to make you appreciate the dumb little things
Until next time
On Saturday we went to a surprise birthday party in a huge historic house in Old Salem—think cauldron and wood stove in the kitchen, think plexiglass trap door to the wine cellar allowing peeks from above, think multi-floor staircase perfect for distributing fliers about next weekend’s rager.
Obviously we took our time looking around and absorbing all the details. Red stained glass in said staircase! A bedroom with not one but THREE window seats! So many interesting pieces of art! But my favorite part might have been the shorter final flight of steps that led to a tiny door; one thing about me is that I will always find your secret hidden space and unapologetically (gleefully, even) snoop around for a minute. In this case, I discovered spare curtains and extra holiday decor and a hot, dry smell that reminded me of hiding away in my own home’s attic when I was a kid, reading a book with the ladder pulled up behind me.
See you next Monday, and until then, stay furious and jacked (contains NSFW language but also an incredible accent)!
♥︎ Emily
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Thank you to Pantheon for my early copy! Out tomorrow, November 25.
“Where my current streak is 413 days,” she says, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
One of which was in 2020, for reasons!





