Reagan: The Life

Unlike many of the presidents on this list,  I approach Reagan: The Life with a fair bit of familiarity.   Reagan was just a name to me until he died in 2004: my parents and I were taking our last vacation together and we arrived in Vicksburg to the news that the president had passed away. I was bothered by their grief enough to look into Reagan, and would read his autobiography as well as start listening to his speeches: to this day, I can still quote portions of “A Time for Choosing”. I tend to like him a great deal as a man, and that’s probably a good thing: I don’t know that I would have survived a thousand pages of H.W. Brands otherwise. 

One thing I have learned from my presidential reading project is that I greatly prefer character-oriented books over policy-oriented ones;  Brands definitely focuses on the sausage-making aspect of politics, with extensive coverage of Congressional hearings, Cabinet back-and-forths, and press conferences. This is an extremely detailed political biography, which should be attractive to policy wonks but I suspect would struggle with the average reader. I wound up reading this because the leading alternative, Dutch,  appears from the outside to be more about its author than its subject! 

We meet Reagan as the young son of a struggling alcoholic, a fate that gave Reagan an early sense of insecurity and a drive to make it good. He realized fairly early on that he could entertain people, and that he liked it. He wanted to do more of it. He wanted to go to Hollywood, in fact, and to that end he got into radio as a means of building an audience. Reagan as baseball-announcer is one of those bits of trivia that has endeared me more to him, especially after learning that one night when the telegraph news service failed, Reagan was forced to improvise to keep his radio audience listening; for several minutes he brought to life entirely fictional events until at last the telegraph started transmitting actual details of the game again.  Reagan was among the multitude who looked on FDR as a godsend, idolizing him and quoting him for the rest of his life, even as he became a Republican who was more hostile toward the expansion of big government that FDR embodied. To Reagan,  FDR embodied optimistic leadership and the willingness to try; that was something Reagan would impart on his own, especially during his presidency when he declared that it was morning in America again.

Reagan was able to put his face before the public through the film industry, both in commercial movies and government work;  he often appeared in patriotic war movies. His association with the film industry led to politics in another way when, when as president of the Screen Actors Guild, he defended it against both Communist infiltration and the government’s desire to meddle: he insisted that SAG could and would keep its own house in order.  I did not realize until reading this how much Reagan’s ease with the media marked his life; I knew it got him started, as he gave lectures for General Electric (one of them growing into “The Speech”, or his “Time for Choosing” piece that is now a canon of Goldwater-period Movement Conservatism), but even after he’d served as governor he returned to radio.  He said people would get tired of him on screen, but not on the radio – and I suspect he knew what he was talking, because Reagan had a superb speaking voice. Like Obama or Roosevelt, I enjoy listening to him even when I disagree with the contents of the speech. 

Reagan’s time as a governor appears to be largely marked by fiscal policy and law-and-order. He governed California when student revolts were taking over campuses like UCLA, and he took a hard line on protesters and strikers who threatened the public good; this also marked his presidential tenure, as he fired air-traffic controllers who went on strike under the Coolidgean principle that there was no right to strike against public safety – by any one, at any time, any where. He was not as successful as POTUS in reining in fiscal policy:  while he was able to push through changes to the tax code to simplify things,  his belief in supply-side economics did not produce the revenue windfalls he’d hoped for. Instead, in conjunction with enormous increases in defense spending, deficits soared. 

The largest part of Brands’ coverage of Reagan’s presidency is focused on foreign policy, which was rather lively in the 1980s. The Soviets were waist-deep in Afghanistan;   Iraq had attacked Iran and the two powers would throw warm bodies at one another for nearly a decade, both partially supplied by the United States. It was Iran that got Reagan in a bit of trouble, as he authorized selling Iran limited amounts of equipment in order to rebuild relationships with the new regime, as well as pressuring them to twist elbows to release American hostages in  Lebanon;  because Reagan had a detached leadership style,  giving his subordinates objectives and then letting them go,   this resulted in Iran being sold arms and the money then being funneled to fight Commies in Nicaragua. Neither selling weapons nor giving money to fight Commies is inherently bad  but there were explicit laws against selling weaponry to Iran and supporting the contras in Nicaragua. Brands believes that Reagan’s subordinates genuinely took liberties with their general instructions,  but that in the end it never amounted to the Watergate-esque scandal it could have been. Even the designated fall guy for Iran-Contra, Oliver North, was a free man by the mid-1990s.  The biggest part of foreign policy, though, was Reagan’s relationship with Mikhail Gorbachev;   Gorby came to power as Reagan was being reelected, and both were interested in nuclear arms reduction. They came very close to a commitment  at Reykjavík that would have removed both countries’ stockpiles, limited only by Reagan’s commitment to SDI, which Gorby saw as tantamount to weaponizing space. 

There is an enormous amount of detail about Reagan’s administration in this book, but as with some other books I was frustrated by not seeing more of the man. Admittedly,  that owes in large part to my preference for characters;  it’s the reason I’ll read multiple books on minor figures like Franklin Pierce, because I find it fascinating that a former president would willingly make himself a pariah despite his sorrows by repeatedly defending his friend Jefferson Davis.  I always like it when I get a glimpse of a president’s inner life, like Truman devotedly reading books on Lee and Stonewall Jackson, or Reagan reading Coolidge biographies: we don’t get that in this book.  It’s more about Reagan the politician rather than Reagan the man, and while there’s an awful lot of content, it didn’t quite deliver what I was looking for. Good read on the whole, though. Other audiences may find it absolutely stellar. 

Coming up: Launching LBJ and a possible short-round. I’m house-sitting in the deep woods with no internet and anticipate doing a LOT of reading this weekend. I am hoping to take out McKinley (um, not like Czolgosz) and Polk this month so LBJ can get the last hurrah.

Quotations

“In this country, if you decide to play ball and use an umpire, you obey his decisions.”

[Reagan] added that he would be more respectful of the rights of the states. “All of us need to be reminded that the federal government did not create the states; the states created the federal government.

“I believe the government is supposed to promote the general welfare,” [Reagan] quipped, “I don’t believe it is supposed to provide it.”

The MAD concept never made anyone very happy.

‘I have to believe the Russian people are no different from Americans,’ [Reagan] would tell [his son]. ‘Hell, they’re victims of their own government. Why should millions of them have to die, along with millions of our people, because leaders on both sides couldn’t work things out?’

Reagan wasn’t calculating, but he was canny. He was, in his own way, sincere, but he understood the difference between words and actions. Other administrations have played the bad-cop, good-cop routine by assigning the separate roles to different actors. The brooding John Foster Dulles was the heavy in Eisenhower’s administration; smiling Ike was the one the people liked. Zbigniew Brzezinski tried to stiffen Jimmy Carter’s spine; Cyrus Vance sought to make it flexible. Reagan played both roles himself: one in words, the other in deeds. He thundered against Soviet perfidy for the television camera, and he meant everything he said. But the substantive measures he took against the Soviets were remarkably modest.

“A nuclear war cannot be won and must never be fought.”

“Yet Reagan’s insistence on seeing the good side sometimes worked against him. His staff bouyed their boss by sharing favorable responses and arranging appearances before friendly crowds. They told him he ‘done good’ even when he hadn’t. This kept the spring in his step and the smile on his face, but it also kept him from hearing bad news he needed to hear.

IN HIS DAYS as chief of staff, James Baker had kept in his files a document titled “Rumsfeld’s Rules.” Donald Rumsfeld had been Gerald Ford’s chief of staff, and he shared with Baker what he had learned in the job. Rumsfeld’s first rule was “Don’t play President.” Twelve pages of additional rules followed, culminating in the last: “Don’t play President.” Baker himself added his own précis of what a chief of staff must never forget: “Nobody elected you.” If Don Regan ever read Rumsfeld’s rules or heard Baker’s version, he didn’t take the lesson.

“I am increasingly convinced of something I knew previously only second-hand,” Gorbachev said. “The president of the United States does not like to retreat.”

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WWW Wednesday

WHAT have you finished reading recently? I finished a Fellowship of the Ring radio adaptation, but I don’t know if that counts…..so there’s also Amity Shlaes’ The Forgotten Man: A New History of the Great Depression. I know I need to review it, but I’m so very sick of thinking about monetary policy. (It showed up in my Carter, Roosevelt, and Reagan books!)

WHAT are you reading now? Reagan: The Life by H.W. Brands is my lunchtime read, and I’m more than halfway through. It’s extremely detailed. Also technically reading Into the Planet, a memoir of a cave-diver.

WHAT are you reading next? I need something fun. Yesterday I received an email that after a year and a half, I was finally next up to read Dune: Messiah. So, it’s possible I will begin that in advance of SF Month 2026.

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Top Ten Fall Covers + Teaser Tuesday

“My God, he must have thought, here I am the head of the largest, most powerful banking system in the world and the very first thing this guy — who is going to be the president of the United States for at least the next four years — says to me is to justify my existence.” – REAGAN: THE LIFE, H.W. Brands.

I am roughly halfway through this book, but still fairly early in Reagan’s administration. Al Haig just left and the Falklands War came to an abrupt end when the Argentines gave up. Possibly done by the weekend: Brands loves backroom details. I’m learning (35+ books into this project) that I definitely prefer biographies that are more character-oriented.x

Today’s prompt from Artsy Reader Girl is book covers with autumn colors, but I’d rather show what happens when I search for “fall” in Google Photos. (GP uses a mysterious under-the-hood tagging system.)

The Pumpkin Patch at St. Paul’s in 2011 or so. it was as vexatious as it was beautiful.

I…don’t know where this was. I must have been out riding.

Dallas Academy framed by some fall colors.

Homestead Hallow in middle-of-nowhere Alabama. It’s a living history museum that also hosts craft days.

Hay, watch out! A farm truck’s load caused a major road closure last year.

A friend of mine found a closed campsite on a bank of the Alabama river.

Drive-through daiquiris? Vidalia, Louisiana, across the river from Natchez.

Parnell Library and its park, autumn edition. I love this place in Montevallo.

A bank in Florence, Alabama, modeled after a historic mansion that burned down, the Forks at Cyprus. The columns of Forks still stand, but the site is only opened once or twice a year.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have miles to go before I sleep. Rails-to-trails project.

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A weird weekend

A doe, a deer, a fe-male deer!

On Friday evening the library closed an hour early, because Hurricane Isaias had ramped up to Category 3 and was hanging out on the Gulf Coast, pondering where to go for dinner. It destroyed one of Flounders’ signs in Pensacola, so probably not them. I considered myself reasonably prepared — food, water, flashlights — and kept my phone fully charged until the power failed at 8:30. I simply lay down in bed and texted a few friends the news — “So it begins” — and tried to sleep. The next few hours were rather odd, as I kept hearing popping noises outside like someone was firing artillery. This could have been trees — I heard a LOT of trees popping during Hurricane Ivan in 2004 — but it could have also been transformers. At some point a third of the county was without power. I also heard some unnerving electronic sounds that repeated but were very short-lived. I described it as “Like if someone was starting a synthwave track with a serious bass sound, but they only let it start for like 2 seconds three times in a row”. Still have no idea what that was.

We will rebuild

As I lay in bed, I resolved to look for a battery-powered stereo. The weather radio I have has the virtue of being hand-cranked and functions as a flashlight, but its radio reception is crap. I can live without lights and my computer, but the lack of music and feeling of isolating were a lot more grating. In the morning the lights were still out, but I have natural gas so I was able to fry up a wee bit of bacon (it’s allowed in natural disasters) and read a bit of Asimov’s guide to the New Testament. My Reagan read is on my phone, and for some reason its battery had been tanking all night despite my not using it aside from a 3 or 4 am post and occasionally looking for damage reports. I turned off wifi and Bluetooth so the phone would stop looking for signals, but I don’t think it helped too much. (It’s a Pixel 6 whose battery is aging.) Astonishingly, power was restored midday Saturday. The yard was absolutely littered with small limbs, baby pine cones, etc, but nothing had hit my vehicle. I did take pains to park it away from trees. My plans for the day — funeral, followed by a bookstore opening and Swede Fest in Thorsby — had all been scuttled, so in the drizzle I listened to a BBC adaptation of Fellowship of the Ring, instead. I did sally forth to check on my parents’ church at their request; they’re the only members who actually live in town and were under the weather, so I checked its electricity and looked around town en route. There’s one major tree down in Old Town that has caused transmission problems to two houses I dogsit for. I saw a lot more damage the next day, though, driving around in the country.

St. Francis Chapel

The storm cancellations caused major social issues for Sunday, since two events (the funeral + bookstore opening) had been shuffled to a Sunday that was already a bit of a sticky wicket: I’d intended on going to my church’s Fall Fling, then running up to north Alabama (Nauvoo) with friends for a Cursillo closing, but the hurricane forced me to choose between honoring the living and the dead. I went with the living. I’m glad I did, because it involved carpooling with friends and enjoying their company, then the Cursillo closing itself which is an event — think of it as combination family reunion + costume party with church in the middle) and then a ride back with the same friends, including my godsister who is due to deliver in the next two weeks. We also went onsome backroads I’ve never gone, so I got to do a fair bit of leaf-peeping well away from the interstates. Returned home very late in the evening enjoying the whiplash between the dread and gloom of Friday-Saturday and the joy of Sunday.

I finished listening to a BBC dramatization of Fellowship of the Ring, but I may wait on posting about it until I’ve finished the other two collections (Two Towers / Return of the king), since I’ll probably say the same thing about them. Perhaps throw in The Hobbit remarks, too, though it was made for NPR rather than BBC. The road goes ever on!

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In re: the whole hurricane thing

Its the middle of the night but Isaias has moved northwards. I lost power around 830 last night. Although I didn’t use my phone after I laid down, I apparently left an app open and so I’m hovering at 60% right now. There are a lot of trees down and about ten thousand in my county without power. Once daylight comes we will know more. Power trucks were already staging yesterday, though, so I am hopeful I won’t be in the dark for too many days. Riding out the storm wasn’t as scary as Zeta but it was certainly weird. More when I am behind a proper keyboard!

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Can’t post, hurricaning

A vertical two-panel meme. In panel one, Gulf Coast residents say "We wish the leaves fell in autumn". In panel two there is a hurricane path, projected to carve through Alabama, and a caption that says "Mother Nature: The Best I can Do is the Whole Tree".
I’m literally in the line of fire. I hope two hundred miles of pine forests slows things down.

After a dormant hurricane season, the Gulf has produced its first storm and decided to interrupt Game Day in Alabama. Half of my dog sitting gigs for the next two weeks were cancelled, alas, as were my plans to visit a new indie bookstore’s grand opening and drop by a Swedish fest. (A funeral may or may not still be on.) Honestly, can’t these hurricanes interrupt the workweek instead of the weekend? While at first we were thinking it wouldn’t amount to too much — it was tracking well east of my area — overnight it strengthened into a Category 3 (same as Ivan, which brutalized us in 2004) and moved west so that now we’ll be close enough to smell not only its cheap cologne but the hamburger it had for lunch. I was already getting Hurricane Zeta vibes yesterday, but now things look worse. The odds are very good that I’m going to lose power for a few days, so you may have to do without presidential biographies for bit. (I’m kidding — I’m close to finishing Forgotten Man, and in my Reagan biography I’ve only gotten him elected.) Fortunately I’ve no shortage of physical books to read, and the weather has been cooling off so we won’t be absolutely miserable.

Just for historical reference, our last hurricane experience:

Trees fallen on either side of a county highway, reducing it to a single lane in the middle

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Nine Books I’ll Never Forget

A “Nine Books I’ll Never Forget” meme is going around. Considering how much I have read in the course of my life — close to three thousand books on this blog alone — that’s a daunting challenge, so consider this list only tentative. It lacks any CS Lewis, which horrifies me, and I know there are other books whose influence is so great I can’t even step back and contemplate properly.

Nine books the author will never forget: Meditations, Death and Life of Great American Cities, A Life of Her Own,  The Righteous Mind, Amusing Ourselves to Death,  Jayber Crow,  Cathedral Forge and Waterwheel, Geography of Nowhere, Bowling Alone

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Probably no surprises here for people who read me often, but I’ll try to precis each:

  • The Meditations by Marcus Aurelius introduced me to Stoicism, which has been a bedrock of my spiritual-philosophical life for nearly 20 years now.
  • Death and Life of Great American Cities by Jane Jacobs was reccommended to me on urbanism grounds, but it introduced me to the concept of emergent order and one sentence in it completely changed my life
  • A Life of Her Own by Emile Carles was a pivotal part of my political evolution, though I’m sure I’d argue with it now. It’s the memoir of a teacher in a rural French village who was disillusioned by the state, religion, etc, and taught her students to think critically. We see the First and Second World Wars unfold through her eyes. This was my introduction to ‘democratic’ leftism, as I associated leftist/Marxist thought only with authoritarianism. It led to me reading deeply into the left for a few years, but at an oblique; I like to joke I went so far left I popped into right field with Ayn Rand and Russell Kirk
  • The Righteous Mind is a hard book to summarize, in large part because it covers so much ground. One of its core subjects is morality, which the author explores from philosophy to natural history.
  • Amusing Ourselves to Death is really a Neil Postman stand-in: I couldn’t decide between this and Technopoly. I remember reading Postman in the university library and copying long passages into a commonplace book & journal that I subsequently lost in a move, a loss that disappointed me so much I fell away from keeping a journal. Postman is the reason I didn’t have a smartphone until 2018, because he made me think about how technology shapes us and society
  • Jayber Crow was my introduction to all things Berry, and Berrian thought is a cosmos into itself.
  • Cathedral, Forge, and Waterwheel overturned the ‘chronological snobbery’ I’d inherited from textbooks and began my interest in the Medieval epoch’s intellectual life
  • The Geography of Nowhere. Oh, where to begin with Jim Kunstler? Geography is a history and scathing critique of American urbanism since 1945. It made me think about why I was fascinated by cities; it gave me a vocabulary to understand why I found prewar cities fascinating and postwar cities utterly without interest; it led me to exploring more of Kunstler and starting to think about energy, food, and transportation infrastructure and policy.
  • Bowling Alone was one of the many books I read in that oh-so pivotal year of 2013 when my worldview was shifting from college’s ideological purity to my present conflicted mess. It gave me the concept of society as an organic thing, not simply an abstraction — and like other organic things, it needed to be fed and protected lest it wither and die.

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WWW Wednesday + Fantasy Occupations

Today’s prompt from Long and Short Reviews is, “occupations from fiction we’d like to try”. I would like to be a member of the Idle Rich, like Bertie Wooster. I feel very strongly I was meant for a life of reading and writing and pondering the Cosmos under trees, but someone made a mistake.

WHAT have you finished reading recently? Human Errors, a bit of biology; an a four-hour adapted audio drama of The Hobbit. A friend of mine reads the Lord of the Rings every autumn (appropriate for a story that ‘begins’ on September 22), and I’m trying to join him in my way. The version I found was on Audible, and it appears to have been adapted for use by NPR. Most of the accents are American, and there’s music included — including dwarvish singing. Smaug talks like he’s drooling, which made the last hour or so unpleasant.

WHAT are you reading now? Into the Planet, a cave-diver’s memoirs which will hopefully have enough science content for me to list it as Geology in the science survey; a radio drama of The Fellowship of the Ring on audiobook; The Forgotten Man: A New History of the Great Depression; and Reagan: The Life.

WHAT are you reading next? That question is more “Which of the items you are currently reading are you going to focus on next”, since I’m not particularly locked-in on anything. I’m reading Reagan an hour a day at lunch; Forgotten Man at home; and listening to Fellowship on drives. I’m about to start two weeks of dog-sitting at different houses (October is apparently a nice time for people to travel), so odds are I’ll get a LOT of reading done. Yesterday I stumbled onto a Civil War book that I think — my hand to General Lee — I can list as a PHYSICS TITLE. I should finish Forgotten Man before Friday, but I’m only 250+ pages into Reagan and Brands’ work on him is almost a big a door-stopper as McCullough’s Truman.

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Human Errors

To err is human,  they say, but  at some point we can’t help it: we were born flawed,  a conviction shared by both biology and the good book. Nathan Lents’ Human Errors looks at the frailties of the human body –   quirks of our natural history that led to problems even before our own cleverness put us in environments our bodies were wholly unprepared for.

The book is truest to its title when it looks at actual glitches, errors, and ‘design flaws’ in the human body. Some of these are quirks of evolution, as it is forced to work with existing designs rather than start from scratch. So we have optic nerves punching their way through retinas that face the wrong way, and other nerves that run for miles longer than they need to, taking Moses- or Odysseus-like wanderings through the body before finally arriving at their destination. We carry a lot of baggage, detritus of the past like gobs of DNA that isn’t even ours. I am told that human cells only account for half of the cells inside the body, the rest belonging to the multitudes of bacteria that colonize our guts – but even a lot of ‘our’ DNA is actually viral material from long-gone infections that  now gets replicated even if it’s inert. (Kind of metal, actually:  our DNA carries the itty-bitty skulls of our foes!) 

Other rough adaptations of our skeletal structure – to bipedalism –  account for problems in our knees and backs.  Other flaws are just sad accidents, like  our inability to synthesize a lot of the vitamins other animals do simply because a mutation disabled the equipment – or almost worse, our guts creating B12  in the wrong area. Imagine a production line that tries to output directly into the garbage docks and you’ll get the idea. The body keeps the score, but sometimes it appears to be playing Calvinball.

From here we move into areas that don’t seem quite fair, because they’re less design flaws or human errors and more conflicts between the organism and our environment. We have immune systems that developed to live in a perpetual battle royale; now thrust into an increasingly sanitized world, our bodies enter an existential crisis and go to war with themselves,  resulting in soaring rates of allergies and auto-immune disorders.  Ditto Lents’ treatment of our brain’s large collection of heuristics: these served us well in the wild,  allowing us to make inferences from past data (“That tall grass probably has a lion, avoid it”) but leads to our being terrible with money or thinking in prejudiced ways. 

It’s been a while since I read a book like this, but it was just my cup of tea. It’s entertaining, informative, and varied, making me interested in some of the author’s other works that evidently include primate prostitution.  While I think the title is over-expansive,  all of the ground covered was great fun to learn about for the first time, or be reminded of. 

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Ten Books that Conjure Up Happy Thoughts

Today’s TTT is about happiness, but first — the Teaseday Tuese!

We are the first people to cave dive inside an iceberg. And we may not live to tell the story. – INTO THE PLANET

And now, happy books!

(1) The Call of the Wild. I am ten years old and just received this for Christmas; it is my first grown-up novel, and my grandparents’ house is warm and smells of ham on this cold winter day. 

(2) Redwall. EULALIAAAAAAAA!  My children’s librarian recommended this to me, and it was my first brush with fantasy.  Redwall is an unusual fantasy in that there’s no overt magic, but there are talking woodland creatures who dress in medieval kit and carry around swords. I read a lot of this outside and have memories of fording a swamp (using cinder blocks, pieces of plywood, etc) to reach a ‘secluded’ area to read in peace.

(3) The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis, Max Shulman. On the last day of high school, I was the only senior to show up because of a bit of a contretemps between the senior class, who declared it Senior Skip Day, and the principal, who declared those who skipped could not walk. I was told to go home, so I wandered around campus that morning, saying  goodbye to teachers and such. The librarian gave me a book she was being forced to discard for wear and tear; Max Shulman’s humor, and the 1940s campus setting, wow-dowed me. I mean, I was fractured.   Nothing else Shulman wrote was CLOSE to Many Loves for me, and not until I read Wodehouse did I find a superior humorist.

(4) The Airman’s War,  Albert Marrin. Noticed this in my high school library and became obsessed with it; checked it out to use for a paper, lost it, and then on the day where I was required to pay for the book, I found it. I decided to pay for the book and give it a home on my shelves.  It’s led to a lifelong obsession with WW2 aviation. 

(5) The Night of the Living Trekkies.   I bought this  zombie apocalypse/Star Trek satire book at an indie bookstore in Las Cruces, COAS Books, and reading it later that night in the Big Chile Inn’s heavily-planted patio  went a long way to redeeming a stay that had started fairly gloomily, with rain and heavy cloud cover. 

(6) ANYTHING P.G. Wodehouse.   When a sour mood threatens, I leg over to Wodehouse as Bertie might do to a lemon squash at the Drones. 

(7) Harry Potter, books 1-3.  I fell in love with the world of Harry Potter back in 2007, reading through the entire series in a couple of months (I had to wait on Deathly Hallows). Finding Harry coincided with my moving to university,  and my and Harry’s delight in finding adventure and meaning were completely conjoined. 

(8)  Anything Sean Dietrich. Sean is a southern humorist and feel-goodist who recovered from childhood tragedy to become a storyteller,  both through his real-world column and through his novels.

(9) Ditto but especially Rick Bragg.   Bragg is a different kind of storyteller because he’s a journalist who tells real stories – or recounts those told to him –  and does so with both affection and style.

“I remember this time, up in Rich Bundrum’s barn loft, we found this case of dynamite,” Jack said, and then he paused and shook his head, as if realizing now what he should have then: that there are no good endings to stories that begin with ‘we found this case of dynamite.’

(10) And Rachel Joyce!  Her novels hinge on human connection and most everything I’ve read by her was a favorite for the year. 

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