A book has always been my escape. This has never been truer than 2020 when it feels as if the universe is piling on to America. Or, the chickens are coming home to roost, depending on your worldview. Still, reading has, by-and-large, helped me retain some illusion of balance this year. It’s challenged, comforted, and made me laugh.
But this weekend books didn’t work for me. I haven’t been able to read at all, much less write a coherent review. Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s death has left me flattened, numb. Without words. This brilliant, fierce woman who fought so hard for equality and the rights of the marginalized is gone. Try as I might to be rational I can’t help believe this is catastrophic for our nation. Any semblance of balance in the Supreme Court is gone. To the joy of some, it’s likely to revert to its 1950s iteration and many of the gains fought and won for women, people of color, and the LGBTQ community will be under assault. The GOP is already moving to make this happen.
Books and reading aren’t helping me right now, so I have nothing to share. I really try to keep this blog (mostly) just about books, to not wade too deep into politics, but this is too much. I need to step away and collect myself. To try to put the pieces of my mind back into a place where I can read and share my love of books. I know that now, more than ever, we need to fight. That democracy and decency as we’ve known them in the past are on the line. I just need a minute before stepping back into the fray.