Dear you,
Christmas night, 2024. The day here, in Seagrove Beach, Florida, has been lovely, warmish, peaceful, clear. The local smooth jazz radio channel provided a soundtrack for this holiday. The selections aired surprised me, not typical in sound, tone, or interpretation. Imagine a Dave Brubeck version of "Away in a Manger"; that I did not actually hear, but you get my point. Interesting, arousing, uplifting. I did my holiday thing atypically too in terms of food choices and activities. I fried up corned beef hash for brunch, sided it with a huge chunk of cranberry sauce. For supper, I enjoyed perfect albacore tuna with crunchy lettuce on toast. Ice cream with chocolate sauce await for later. Now? I feel rushed, like time is ticking, these precious hours, precious days. So much to say about the passing year. So much to testify to, like George Plimpton doing participatory journalism. Ah, yes, Plimpton. My actual/physical experience the past year has been informed by the whispers (or screams) of writers like him . They are in my head. Here are the voices in my head from 2024:
Michael Cunningham - Day
Jonathan Franzen - The Discomfort Zone and Crossroads
Kristi Coulter - Exit Interview
Bruce Schneier - A Hacker's Mind
Ashley Poson - The Seven Year Slip
Adam Grant - Hidden Potential
Stacey D'Erasmo - The Complicities and The Sky Below
Brian Klaas -Fluke
Anna Quindlen - Lots of Candles, Plenty of Cake
Rowan Beaird - The Divorcees
Laurie Frankel - Family, Family
Tracy K. Smith - Ordinary Light
Richard Todd - The Thing Itself
Cheryl Stray - Tiny Beautiful Things
Pressfield - The War of Art
Catherine Newman - Sandwich
Amanda Montell - The Age of Magical Overthinking
Dan Morain - Kamala's Way
Bill Maher - What This Comedian Said Will Shock You
Zadie Smith - Intimations
Elin Hilderbrand - Swan Song, Golden Girl, and Hotel Nantucket
Kristen Miller - Lula Dean's Little Library of Banned Books
Ann Patchett - Tom Lake, Run, Commonwealth, and These Precious Days
Joan Didion - Let Me Tell You What I Mean
George Plimpton - The Man in the Flying Armchair & Other Excursions & Observations
What do think about that collection? Do you see, do you intuit, some kind of overarching theme or message? Are those choices, gratefully pulled from my local library shelves, motivated by particular questions or hungers? Some titles are explicit in terms of why they called me (tiny beautiful things, run, a story of Kamala), but others? Who knows. I know that I enjoyed them all and was/am "stretched" by what these authors put on pages.
As 2025 approaches and our nation is tilting somewhere uncertain, I am concerned about access to the things I read in 2024. Will public libraries be deleted, deemed as unnecessary expenses? Will contemplative works that examine the darker side of our nature be purged, forbidden? Will our new "library" shelves only feature books about selling real estate, cryptocurrency brilliance, and fairy tales about the good old white/faux-Christian days? I cannot imagine that is possible or even probable. However, being the "participatory journalist" I am here in zip code 32459, it occurs to me it could be possible, probable.
What say I to that, what say you? Easy answer: hell no. The lights (in our minds, our spirits) will not go out in 2025.
They (see the listed authors, among many others) have said too much, said too many truths with efficiency and artistry, to be erased or silenced in terms of legacy/influence.
2024 ends. 2025 begins. What is my point? Please, support your local libraries, your academic institutions, your journalists, your neighbor who chalks poetry on your shared driveway, whatever. Support the voicing of experience and dreaming.
#Resist
Love,
Joyce