A Year in Reading: Julie Buntin
On the first day of 2017 I finished by . I was in Tokyo, and still believed that would be impeached, that someone (who?) was going to call bullshit, that we would get a second chance. follows Daisy Goodwill from birth to the end of her life, and infuses even the minute details of her existence—recipes, letters, addresses—with poignancy and grace. Reading it felt like an antidote to the way women had been undermined by the election results. The ending delivered me so fully into the world that the hours I lived after closing the book have the clarity of something written—the watery sunlight, the moment, in a crowd of hundreds at Meiji Shrine, I realized that the policemen were not carrying guns. Months later, on tour in
