The Best Book I Read This Month: 1984 by George Orwell

The best book I read this month is a classic: George Orwell’s 1984. I’d read the book in school many decades ago. Given current events—and my discovery of Sandra Newman’s retelling (I can never resist a retelling!—it felt like a good time to revisit it.

Whoo boy! It held up. It was stark and powerful. If anything, it resonated more with me now than it did in my student days. (I was always more of a Brave New World girl.) Orwell’s story and his prose lit up my brain like a pinball machine, so much so that, for the first time in my life, I kept a reading journal.

The similarities between the Party rule in 1984 and what’s happening in the United States right now were glaringly obvious to me: the cult of personality; the surveillance state; the insistence on blind obedience; the manipulation of information; the presentation of lies as truth; the use of threats, intimidation, and violence to force compliance; and the creation of a wealthy, insider elite and a poor “outsider” populace. It’s like the current administration and its adherents are using Orwell’s book not as the warning it was intended to be but rather as a how-to guide.

The three maxims of the Party—War is Peace, Freedom is Slavery, Ignorance is Strength—nicely sum up the current administration’s policies. The slogans are not all that different from the administration’s use of “Peace through Strength”*** to describe its bombing of Iran, not to mention the ways that the administration’s education and economic policies promote ignorance and wage slavery.

There are differences, of course. In the United States, race and religion play a far bigger role than they do in Orwell’s vision, where the divisions are primarily class divisions. What we are seeing here is the creation of a Christian nationalist elite (with all the white supremacy that goes with it) alongside an oligarchy of (white male) billionaires. Orwell’s world is very much shaped by Soviet totalitarianism (as seen, for example, in Party members’ use of comrade for each other), and I see what’s happening here in the United States as more closely resembling Nazi totalitarianism. But push comes to shove, totalitarianism is totalitarianism, and 1984 is chilling vision of where we could be headed.

***The slogan dates back farther than this administration. It has been part of the Republican platform since 1980 and can be traced back even farther than that. (I’m looking at you, Barry Goldwater.)

The Best Book I Read This Month: The Lost Village by Camilla Sten

This month, I escaped real-life horrors by reading a horror story set in Sweden. Camilla Sten’s The Lost Village centers on a small mining town in Sweden whose population disappears without explanation.

The story is told in dual timelines. In one timeline, a young woman in the present leads a documentary team into the abandoned village for an investigation. In the other, the young woman’s great-grandmother narrates the events that lead to the disappearance. At times, this structure added to the tension. At times, it gave away information. In reflection, I think I would have preferred the story told in a single timeline (the modern one) and the characters work harder to get the information that the reader needs.

There were some holes in the story, too. Paranormal events early in the story are never given even a hint of explanation. A character lives for years in a town without food—again, without explanation.

Still, I found the story engaging. I did enjoy the paranormal touches and the exploration of groupthink and mental illness. Camilla Sten is an author I would read again.

The Best Book I Read This Month: Agrippina by Emma Southon

I waffled about my choice for the best book I read this month. I couldn’t decide between the science fiction that made me cry (The Martian Contingency by Mary Robinette Kowal) or the history that ruffled my book club’s feathers (Agrippina by Emma Southon). Ultimately, I chose the latter.

The full title of Southon’s book is Agrippina: The Most Extraordinary Woman of the Roman World. Agrippina was the granddaughter of Rome’s first emperor (Augustus), the sister of an emperor (Caligula), the niece—and wife—of an emperor (Claudius), and the mother of an emperor (Nero). Every member of her immediate family predeceased her. For a time, she ruled the Roman Empire behind the scenes. All of this in a time and place in which women were expected to be invisible—not seen and definitely not heard. The label extraordinary fits.

Southon begins her biography with a historiographical note that won me over very quickly. Southon’s writing has personality. Like other historians of ancient Rome, she addressed the issues of the sources from the time (namely, their unreliability), but she did it with humor. Case in point: she described Suetonius’s writings as an “off-brand badly-cited wiki page.” History with humor? I’m in!

The humor continued through the biography. Southon’s tone had an irreverence to it and an earthiness. My book club was bothered by that. More than one member was bothered by Southon’s use of colorful language and discussion of sex in Rome, calling it vulgar and unnecessary. Clearly, they preferred a more serious approach.

My book club also took issue with the frequency of assumptions and inferences in Southon’s account. I’m not sure they realized or accepted that Southon had to read and work between the lines because of the dearth of sources from the time period. Women were just not written about, unless and until they did something scandalous. That did not bother me, and I appreciated Southon being honest and upfront about when she was assuming or inferring something, as well explaining why she drew the conclusions she did.

As a reader and a history nerd, I found the book enjoyable and satisfying.

The Best Book I Read This Month: Micro Activism by Omkari L. Williams

The best book I read this month was short and powerful: Micro Activism by Omkari L. Williams.

Monday’s presidential inauguration left me feeling helpless. The subsequent executive orders overwhelmed me. I wanted to do something. I needed to do something. But what? I have limited time, finite resources, and no connections. How would I even begin?

Enter Omkari Williams’s Micro Activism. I’ve had it in my TBR pile for a while, and thank goodness I did. I pulled it out and read it in one night. It was just what I needed.

Micro Activism is an accessible, practical handbook for figuring out what each of us can do to improve our community, our country, our world. The idea is that we don’t have to do big things. We can make a difference by doing focused small things, as long as we do them consistently.

I found Williams’s advice very down-to-earth and her exercises very helpful in making my own plan. I discovered that things I’ve been doing for other reasons, like volunteering with a local animal rescue, are in fact activism. I found that discovery rather comforting. Equally comforting was Williams’s advice to take care of ourselves and to focus our efforts on one or two causes so we don’t burn out. There is a lot of work to do, and it’s going to take a long time to do it. We need to sustain ourselves so we can make it through the long haul.

I highly recommend this book. It’s helpful in finding a path to activism, and it’s validating for those who are already in the fight.

The Best Book I Read This Month: The Collective by Alison Gaylin

Of all the books I read this month, the one I’m still thinking about is The Collective by Alison Gaylin. The story follows Camille Gardener, who finds a group called the Collective in her search for justice after the death of her teenage daughter. Ostensibly a support group for grieving mothers, the Collective quickly proves to be much more.

The story required a bit more suspension of disbelief than I could muster, but I still found it intriguing. Camille’s experiences as a grieving mother—the experiences of all the grieving mothers in the story—say something about our society’s expectations of grief. Namely, that society’s expectations of grief are unrealistic. Nobody gets over the death of a loved one, especially the death of a child, quickly. Yet society expects the grief-stricken to “move on” within a matter of weeks. No wonder the mothers in this story find solace in the Collective. It’s the one place they feel understood, the one place their grief is valid.

There were parts of the book that did not ring true for me, but it was the food for thought in the premise that made this the best book I read this month.