Things WILL be better in 2021.
And so I will end the blogging year with a frivolous list. At this point you don’t need another Best Books of the Year list, but here are FIVE FAVORITES of 2020. (Click on the titles to read my reviews.)
FIVE OF MY FAVORITES OF THE YEAR
The Story of Stanley Brent by Elizabeth Berridge
Between the Acts by Virginia Woolf
The French Lieutenant’s Woman by John Fowles
Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak
Desire by Una L. Silberrad
A Reader’s Year of Isolation
This has been, in many ways, a terrifying year. Not THE most terrifying year, but a very dangerous one. In March when Covid-19 erupted here, I was terrified, especially for my husband, who thought the coronavirus was just the flu. I yanked him into the street when pedestrians approached us on the sidewalk. And in the first weeks of the brief shutdown (not an official lockdown), people loitered on the lawns and sidewalks, chatting and standing too close together, while I grimly walked in the street to avoid them.
I wanted to say, “The virus is airborne, people. That’s what social distancing is for!”
But they couldn’t get their heads around the airborne virus that also required washing hands. And we didn’t even have masks in those early days.
People asked, What will you do with all the leisure while working at home? Well, it wasn’t a holiday. So hard to explain…
Of course we read a lot in 2020, but no more than usual. Many have written about a lowgrade depression that interfered with reading, and in the beginning I was so distracted that I read only classics. There was much reading of Chekhov, Mary E. Wilkins Freeman, James M. Cain, George Eliot, and D. H. Lawrence. Did I have no time to waste? Well, I would not go that far, but I needed well-wrought words to hold my attention. It was an antidote to daily reading about what was happening in China, Italy, Spain, Sweden, the UK, and of course the U.S. I was sick from reading about Covid.
And then the public libraries closed.
It did feel in those early days as if the government used Covid to deny books and knowledge to citizens. That conspiracy theory doesn’t work during a pandemic, but I do read a lot of science fiction, so it crossed my mind. The closing of libraries and schools has been an unfortunate consequence of managing the pandemic. Even for a stay-at-home, staying home gets old.
Somehow we thought the public libraries would stay open, because they are community centers these days. The avid readers, the lonely, the elderly, the poor, and the homeless gather to read newspapers, use the computers, photocopy documents, and borrow books. The library book clubs are the refuge of middle-aged women, and the lectures provide mental stimulation for the “seniors” (now that’s a ghastly sobriquet!). It is also where you pick up your special dark glasses for viewing the eclipse.
And so when they slammed the library doors in mid-March we were shocked. Mind you, I don’t consider librarians social workers, but surely with the appropriate plexiglass barriers, limited browsing, and their many, many self-checkout machines, they could stay open a few hours a day. Okay, curbside pickup was better than nothing. And then the libraries opened again briefly in October. Too briefly. The number of Covid cases and deaths dramatically rose, and they slammed the doors again.
Naturally, we are not completely isolated. We have many books. And we have our blogs, our online book clubs, our Novellas in November and our Women in Translation Months, our Zoom (shudder!), and other virtual substitutes.
But if I lived alone I might indeed go bonkers. So would I have ignored the restrictions and go out? Well, not entirely, but I might have gone shopping more often. I haven’t been to a box store in months. I miss them.
I do envy those writers who don’t believe Covid is dangerous. Some of them think the numbers are nothing! I do think the danger is real, and will continue to wear a mask after I get my vaccine, until the infectious disease experts tell us we’re safe. But guess who’s probably having more fun? The non-believers (unless they get sick, and I hope they do not)!
So Happy New Year! Be safe, stay home, drink your chosen drink (I recommend Darjeeling tea), wash your hands, wear a mask, and celebrate virtually!
2021 will be much better!
4 thoughts on “Five Favorite Books of 2020 & A Reader’s Year of Isolation”
Happy New Year, Kat! May 2021 bring health, happiness and more books!
Happy New Year to you, too!
Kat, you were going to send me the book Spinster. If you haven’t yet sent it, please don’t sent it. If you check on Amazon, you will see it’s worth hundreds of dollars. If you have sent it, I will return it.
Happy New Year!
I wonder who buys those supposedly valuable books! I would send it to you, but my husband informs me the postage is around $20-$30 to go to Canada. But if you really WANT the book, we could check on exact postage and you could reimburse us for the postage when it gets there. But it’s cheaper to get it from the library!:)