A Year in Reading: Sarah Thankam Mathews
If you’ve dreamed your whole sentient life of writing a book, the year your debut novel is slated to come out feels like a banner one, an epoch in your little life. Like melting Arctic permafrost freeing innumerable new pathogens, a host of novel anxieties were released in me; I will spare you a recounting, except to say that somewhere on the list of my many fears was this: that I would genuinely stop finding . I’d noticed a change descend subtly upon me in the year before this one, a sort of over-professionalizing of my reading eye, a heightened scrutiny that left me feeling uncharitable and curmudgeonly. I hated it. I’ve been writing for a long time,