

Far North, Marcel Theroux
One of the finest fiction books I’ve read in a while. Theroux’s Far North is a masterclass in literary craftsmanship. A novel that feels both intimate and epic, desolate and deeply human. The book’s structure unfolds with patient precision, each layer revealing something new about survival, isolation, and moral endurance in a post-apocalyptic Arctic landscape. Theroux’s prose is spare yet poetic, mirroring the stark beauty of his setting. Every sentence feels considered, pare


The Road to Tender Hearts, Annie Hartnett
Hartnett’s book is an exploration of grief that manages to be both a bit sad and a bit funny. Hartnett can create a world where the surreal feels domestic. Her characters are often outcasts dealing with heavy loss, yet they are rendered with deep empathy so that their quirks never feel like caricatures. The prose is sharp and imaginative, turning a road trip into a human connection. It’s a strange blanket for anyone who has ever felt misplaced by their own mourning. The novel


We’ll Be Here For the Rest of Our Lives, Paul Shaffer
What the hell is some lounge, summer read doing in my March? It’s a no-homework read. This isn't a book where you need to take notes or ponder the human condition; instead, it’s a romp through the golden eras of Saturday Night Live and Late Night with David Letterman as lived by Shaffer. Shaffer writes exactly how he speaks… energy, a lot of "hip" lingo (which doesn’t sound too hip to me whatever the hell that means), and an endless stream of "you won't believe who I ran into












