by Jaclyn Dolamore
Dark Metropolis is the second novel I’ve read this month that takes place during the Jazz Age, after Genevieve Valentine’s phenomenal The Girls at the Kingfisher Club. Except that Dark Metropolis isn’t explicitly set in the Jazz Age. The world of this novel boasts several cultural signifiers that remind the reader of nothing so much as interwar Berlin—it’s still reeling from a massive war that upset the social order, young women crop their hair and wear lipstick in defiance of their mothers, and the city is filled with the increasingly loud murmurs of revolution. But the details are never nailed down, allowing Jaclyn Dolamore to elaborate and improvise as she sees fit.
Rolling Stones 50 by Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Charlie Watts, and Ronnie Wood
You know how I know very little about the Beatles, with that little coming from the past year’s exploration into modern music? Now imagine how little I must know about the Rolling Stones. To whit, I barely knew who the other guys in the band were when I opened up this volume. To be fair, I did pelt through their entire discography a few months back to celebrate their fiftieth anniversary, so I actually do have a better handle on them than the aforementioned Fab Four. But what drew me to Rolling Stones 50 was not a love of the band specifically, although I’m awfully fond of them, especially after reading it. No, what drew me to it was my fondness for Mick Jagger and my especial interest in pictures of young Mick Jagger looking grumpy. (Old Mick Jagger looking grumpy is just as endearing, but it’s less funny.)
Dramarama by E. Lockhart
I have no idea how Dramarama ended up on my reading list. I have vague, associated memories of a young adult panel at Dragon*Con in 2010, but I can’t imagine I picked up there. In any case, a young adult novel about theater camp does sound up my alley, doesn’t it? I’ve been involved in theater since high school and the trauma of Debate (oh, Debate), and there’s something fannish about being the only person in your physical community who loves something and the bonds you can make with people who love that thing too. How much could it hurt? Well, a lot more than I expected…
The Bridge to Never Land by Dave Barry and Ridley Pearson
As a kid, I loved Dave Barry, the newspaper humorist. We had a collection or two around the house that I would read and reread, finding him hysterical. I haven’t revisited him since I was a wee thing, but I’ve retained a soft spot for him over the years, perking up when he appeared on Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me and when Peter and the Starcatchers was released in 2004. I’ve always meant to get around to the series, so when I saw the fifth book in the series available on NetGalley, I decided to give it a shot.
I’d Rather We Got Casinos: And Other Black Thoughts by Larry Wilmore
I’ve been a fan of Larry Wilmore ever since his opinion on The Princess of the Frog was shown on the Daily Show three years ago. It always makes my day when he shows up on the Daily Show. Something about his wry contempt for the stupidity around him and his particular brand of racial satire just makes me laugh so much.