Still January? Check. Still pandemic? Check. Need a new book? Check, check, check. Visit a local indie bookstore and pick up a new paperback; maybe one of these brand-new ones.
“The Swallowed Man” by Edward Carey (Penguin, $17). Author and visual artist Carey (“Little”) in this novel takes on the tale of Pinocchio, but from a decidedly different angle: An Italian woodcutter, searching for the wooden puppet who came to life and ran away, is swallowed by a giant fish; the book takes place within that belly’s “watery purgatory.” “Fans of (Carey’s) macabre yet oddly satisfying visual work will have much to enjoy here,” wrote Washington Post reviewer Eric Nguyen, adding, “This isn’t the ‘Pinocchio’ of your childhood. Instead, Carey has written something more cerebral, an existential fairy tale for adults told by an old artist considering the tragedy of life.”
“Let Me Tell You What I Mean” by Joan Didion (Knopf, $16). Arriving in paperback just weeks after Didion’s death last month, this volume collects 12 of her essays, previously published between 1968 and 2000, on topics ranging from Martha Stewart to Hemingway to the act of writing. “What’s particularly salient is her trademark farsightedness, which is especially striking decades later,” wrote NPR reviewer Heller McAlpin. “But however welcome, there’s a wistfulness to this book, for it is impossible to read without wishing Didion were weighing in on how the center still cannot hold and things continue to fall apart in the 21st century.”
“The Black Church: This Is Our Story, This Is Our Song” by Henry Louis Gates Jr. (Penguin, $20). Black History Month is almost upon us and this New York Times bestseller (with an accompanying PBS series) would make for timely reading. Gates covers five centuries of Christianity in Black America, examining the history of the Black church and its intersection with slavery, oppression, music, politics and more. “In Gates’s telling, the Black church, too, shines bright even as the nation itself moves uncertainly through the gloaming,” wrote New York Times reviewer Jon Meacham, “seeking justice on earth — as it is in heaven.”