Thunderbolts (2025)

Ok, finally a Marvel movie that I can follow. Admittedly, I watched it on a plane (so not on the big screen by any means, but also with an eye towards passing the time. In my mind, this is the very best conditions to view marvel under because I am giving it more attention than I would at home but I am satisfied with so much less because of where I am). In any case, I agree with one review I read--this is the best Marvel movie in quite some time, and for an impressive stretch, it actually looks and feels like a real movie, with solid action, vivid emotional stakes and characters memorable enough that you won't mind seeing them again in the inevitable sequel. Part of the attraction is that the star is the terrific Florence Pugh, who was introduced several movies back as Yelena Belova, the younger sister of Scarlett Johansson's now-deceased Natasha Romanoff. Like Natasha, Yelena is the product of a top-secret Russian program that turned innocent children into spies and assassins. Years later, Yelena still can't shake off the grim memories of her indoctrination, or her grief over Natasha's death. Yelena now works as undercover muscle for the malevolent CIA director, Valentina, who is bad news, and before long, Yelena is betrayed and trapped in a deadly lair in the middle of nowhere. To get out alive, she must join forces with a few other similarly betrayed and trapped operatives, some of whom have special powers. Basically, you know the rest, but it is good fun.

Native Speaker by Chang-Rae Lee

This was a Parnassus Books Friday "If You Haven't Read It It Is New To You", which is mostly made up of books that are not new at all but you might have missed, but shouldn't have. I love this featured weekly video, even though it would be quite challenging to keep up with their recommendations if you had read none of them. This is once again about the American immigrant experience, and in this version, how one’s mastery of the English language affects everything. Henry Park, born in the United States to Korean parents, has spent much of his life attempting to overcome the legacy of his parents’ language. He sees perfect English as an avenue to success, and though his English is, in fact, very American, he finds himself lacking. The book focuses on Henry--as a boy, where he has a fraught relationship with his father and his mother dies when he is young. Then as a husband, with his white wife, and finally his employer, who pay him and other first generation immigrants who have a foot in both camps, the old and the new, to be an undercover spy. Glimmer & Company keeps tabs on labor organizers, radical students and the like. Henry's job, on behalf of an unnamed client, is to infiltrate the organization of John Kwang, a city councilman from Queens whose progressive rainbow-coalition appeal is gaining prominence on the New York political landscape. All these roles flesh out who Henry is and it is a very interesting psychological profile of the first generation American experience.

Red Lentil Soup

As we get nearer to Thanksgiving, I am thinking of comforting food, and trying to lean into the immigrant history of America--once the holiday is upon us I will be thinking of native food that helped sustain my relatives in those early days in New England four hundred years ago. This is a keeper. Very easy, start to finish, and I gifted a quart to one of my kids when he was picking up his dog, and my DIL had finished it before it was even cooled down--that good! Ingredients 4 tablespoons unsalted butter 1 large onion, chopped fine Salt and pepper ¾ teaspoon ground coriander ½ teaspoon ground cumin ¼ teaspoon ground ginger ⅛ teaspoon ground cinnamon Pinch cayenne--or I used sliced jalapenos 1 tablespoon tomato paste 1 garlic clove, minced 4 cups chicken broth 2 cups water 10 ½ ounces (1 ½ cups) red lentils, picked over and rinsed 2 tablespoons lemon juice, plus extra for seasoning 1 ½ teaspoons dried mint, crumbled 1 teaspoon paprika ¼ cup chopped fresh cilantro Melt butter in large saucepan over medium heat. Add onion and some salt and cook, stirring occasionally, until softened but not browned, about 5 minutes. Add coriander, cumin, ginger, cinnamon, cayenne, and pepper and cook until fragrant, about 2 minutes. Stir in tomato paste and garlic and cook for 1 minute. Stir in broth, water, and lentils and bring to simmer. Simmer vigorously, stirring occasionally, until lentils are soft and about half are broken down. Whisk soup vigorously until it is coarsely pureed. Stir in lemon juice and season with salt and extra lemon juice to taste. Thin with water as needed.

Who Is Government? by Michael Lewis

This is one of the efforts to push back on the 2025 administration's denigration of what the government does, and it made it to Obama's 2025 Summer Reading list, so pay attention, this is important. The author did this during Donald Trump’s first administration with profiles of a handful of unknown federal government employees in order to valorize what Trump scorned and highlight the cost of breaking it. His point again in this book is that if you could lift the lid on any department you would find a similar treasure trove of stories: people you’ve never heard of, doing work whose importance you’ve never understood. Last year, Lewis assembled a crack team of long-form writers to uncover more of these stories for the Washington Post, and those articles are collected here. The gods have yet again smiled on him, if not his country, because the timing is horrendously perfect. One of the many people who doesn’t understand how the US government works has somehow been permitted to take it down to the studs in the name of “efficiency”. Elon Musk’s Doge has only been running for a few weeks but Americans will be suffering the consequences of his ignorant vandalism for many years to come, in health, national security, disaster preparation and more. It would not be surprising to learn that some of the people interviewed here have already been laid off, or their work defunded. At any rate, Musk’s demolition derby makes this kind of journalism feel, more than ever, like a civic duty.

Love In The Villa (2022)

The more the politics in my country deteriorates, so goes the movies that I watch. I become less interested in something that teaches me something and more interested in well worn tropes that can be found in Made For Cable movies, something that will never make it to the big screen. Hence we have this--a romantic comedy set in Verona, a city that Shakespeare reportedly never visited, but none the less made famous by setting his tragic play Romeo and Juliet there. The good news is that the bulk of the filming actually occurred in Verona so if you are like me, have it on your hope to see life list, then you will get a glimpse and see if it is for you. Julie is a grammar school teacher who is in love with Romeo and Juliet--she still sees it as a tragic love story rather than one of parents screwing up their kids lives. This is a dream trip for her up to the point where her long time boyfriend dumped her, and she decided to go anyway. Charlie is there for a wine expo and is hoping to score a great deal on a little known wine that has great potential--which seems possible in Italy. They are double booked in to the same Airbnb and because of the wine expo, there is not a room to be had in Verona. The first half of the movie is pretty unbearable as they try to get the other to vacate the premises, but once they declare a truce, it is and enjoyable ride the rest of the way. And the scenery!!

The Director by Daniel Kehlmann

This is a creepy bit of historical fiction. I had the same anxiousness reading it that I had when watching the 2024 movie Zone of Interest, which depicts seemingly innocuous family life--but right next to a concentration camp. A review noted that the book has all the darkness, shapeshifting ambiguity and glittering unease of a modern Grimms' fairytale. Couldn't agree more. The true life character who is fictionally depicted here is Georg Wilhelm Pabst. He was one of the most influential film directors in Weimar Germany, probably best known on the international stage for discovering Greta Garbo and Louise Brooks. His radical approach earned him the nickname of “Red Pabst”, and when Hitler was elected to power in 1933, Pabst reacted by taking his family to the United States--where he struggled to be at home. He intended to emigrate permanently, but what was supposed to have been a brief trip back to Austria to visit his sick mother saw Pabst detained inside the Third Reich for the duration of the second world war. He was conscripted as a film maker. Pabst himself seeks refuge in work, taking on subjects that are “German enough” not to offend the censor. The films he creates offer their own coded criticisms of the regime, though his resistance is too clever, too artistic to be easily discerned. The novel’s denouement takes us finally to the film set of his last film, relocated to Prague in order to escape the allied bombing. Pabst is determined to finish the film by whatever means necessary, even as more and more of his support staff are forcibly drafted and sent to the front. The really difficult part is that, much like in America in 2025, the people who are the most racist, the most vile, and the least needed are the ones who have the upper hand and they openly grind down those they hate in the most despicable ways.

Everest on Grand, St. Paul, Minnesota

This is a special place, where the food of the Himalayan region is featured. The owners came to Minnesota for educational reasons. Padam Sharma came to Minnesota in 1977 with his wife, Kamala, and their two children—son, Sam, and daughter, Pankaj—to pursue a master’s degree in Soil Science. They returned to Minnesota so that Padam could earn his Ph.D., after which he took a research position at North Dakota State University. They eventually returned to Minnesota, where Padam worked first as a researcher at the university, then as a consultant in a computer business. The restaurant grew out of a desire to bridge the gap between Americans and Nepalese through food. The family nature of the business has been its greatest strength, especially because Kamala, Pankaj, and Pankaj’s husband, Ujjwal, are all peak-level cooks of Nepalese cuisine. When you walk in, you can tell you are about to eat well--we started with Yak momos, because while I had yak years ago, it had been a while. We ordered our food medium, a 3 on a scale of 1-5 and there was definite heat to it, not to much, but more than enough to know they were not going lightly on us. I would recommend this as having a menu that is broader than many other restaurants of similar cuisine. I brought the leftovers home, and after sharing with my family we decided to get a Nepali cookbook and try our hand at it.

Group by Christie Tate

I read this as part of a Goodreads challenge and while I did not love it and I might have found it otherwise, because I am slowly but surely reading my way through the Reese Witherspoon book picks and this is one of those as well, it might have taken some time. This is a memoir that the author wrote about her experience with group therapy and how it changes--and saved--her life. She was academically successful but socially constricted and when she went to therapy to address the unhappiness in her life, she was referred to group therapy. The group she joined was one where there was no expectation of confidentiality and every expectation that you would share all aspects of your life with the group. It was a bit shocking for me as a mental health professional, but everyone goes in knowing what's what. There are few of the boundaries you would ordinarily expect--group members can date each other, get married--the therapist even goes to these weddings and he even has the patient over to his house at one point. The boundaries are very permeable. The book takes place over about a five year period of time, and while it includes very little about her professional life, it is quite intimate in the details of her personal life, most particularly her intimate partners. This does have a happy ending, but she has to kiss a few frogs to find her prince. It is a quirky memoir that I liked more once I finished it than I did reading it.

Manzone Giovanni 1925, Monforte d'Alba, Italy

We had an exceptionally good time tasting wine at this family run winery. The great granddaughter of the founder gave us the tour. • The estate focuses on high-altitude, steep hillside vineyards, including renowned Crus such as Gramolere and Castelletto, producing elegant and age-worthy Barolo. • Manzone follows a sustainable approach with organic practices, low yields, spontaneous fermentations, and extended aging in large Slavonian oak casks.

Stefano Manzone, born in 1860, founded the current winery. His son Giovanni, born in 1886, won the Ciabot del Preve, which was the former parish priest's house and farm located in Castelletto. This area was particularly challenging to cultivate due to its distance from the main property and its difficult terrain. Giovanni and his wife Maria relocated there, driven solely by the will to survive the difficult years ahead. This moment marked the beginning of the winery's history. Giovanni was a visionary who had previously worked as a cellarman in one of the area's most innovative wineries, the Cantina Sociale di Monforte d'Alba, established in the early 19th century by Monsignor Dall'Orto. However, following the Great War, this winery closed due to the spread of phylloxera. In 1925, Giovanni moved to Castelletto's Ciabot del Preve and began producing wine, leveraging his prior experience. During this time, the post-war Langhe region experienced a significant decline in population as many abandoned rural life for urban opportunities. Giovanni Manzone was among the few who chose to remain in this rural setting. Driven by innovation, he purchased the first Lamborghini crawler tractor—an essential tool for working the steep slopes of Castelletto. This acquisition was so significant that it attracted interest from other local farmers who sought to rent it. The property continued to expand over time. In the early 1970s, the Manzone family acquired additional plots known as Gramolere, which translates to "weed and stones" in Piedmontese dialect. These lands were historically recognized for producing exceptional grapes and wines with remarkable structure and longevity.

The Siren's Call by Chris Hayes

I read this because it was on Obama's Summer 2025 reading list--it was number 8 out of 10, and I did not love this. It is an analysis of a current challenge, which is that we collectively are drowning in an ocean of content designed to capture fragments of our consciousness, and we barely notice the tide pulling us under. It is an in depth look at why we are addicted to our phones. This does not quite resonate with me personally, even though I see it all around me, people who are in the midst of a group, but they are ignoring what is going on around them and are solely concentrated on their phones--the distracting content. It is dangerous, I see that--but again, I see it, and I am looking for something more solution focused. This book is more focused on why it happens. He does make an opening pitch that this is as old as man, that Odysseus was captured by a siren for a decade on his route home, and that we are following in his footsteps.

Quilted Postcards with Sarah Ruiz

Sarah Ruiz is a NASA space engineer by day, quilter by night. She spoke to our guild about her 100 postcards in 100 days project that she did during COVID. First she started with her idea about doing something over and over again for a 100 days as a way to get better at something. You do it every day--which is in itself a commitment. I do it with language acquisition (which I have been doing more or less for seven years), and it definitely has improved my ability to communicate in a couple languages that are not my first language. So I was intrigued by this idea when it comes to crafting skills. I had an inherent avoidance of FPP, even though when I have done it I have been impressed with the precision achieved with it and how compatatively low skilled it need be. So it is basically in my head and I need to do more of it if I am going to get over it. So maybe in 2026 I will figure out a 100 day project for myself. So she had this whole 100 days thing going on when the pandemic kept us all more or less at home (as a health care worker I left the house, but it was home or work, no exceptions, with contactless grocery pick ups and dinners outside at seperate tables per household). She decided she would do a pieced postcard every day and mail it to someone. One of my guild mates was lucky enough to receive one--but it was a way to distract herself, work within a small palate, and to brighten someone else's world. Also on the plus side, they are something you could crank out in an hour--and she has some free patterns on her website to get you started. Check it out!

The Names by Florence Knapp

I very much liked this, but it has a grim underlying message, which is if you are involved with an abuser, get out before it is too late. There are no good exit strategies that develop over time. This is what one reviewer described as a sliding door tale, where three different narratives unfold depending on the choice made in the beginning. Cora is married to Gordon, a respected physician in the community and a man who beats his wife at home. He comes from a long line of Gordons and when Cora sets off to register her son's birth, she is expected to continue that tradition. She doesn't want to, though. She considers naming him Bear, which is what her 9-year old daughter Maia wants, Jordan, which is what she wants, and Gordon, which is what is expected of her. The book unfolds with what happens when she makes each different choice, and no matter what, it doesn't go well--but it goes very differently for the boy depending.

Enoteca Regionale Del Barbaresco, Barbaresco, Italy

Inaugurated on July 5, 1986, the Enoteca Regionale del Barbaresco works for the promotion of Barbaresco DOCG, representing the entire denomination and over 150 of the wineries that produce it. There are three Barbarescos open for tasting, and while we were there is was largely an Italian clientele, buying large bottles of wine, Magnums and larger. The building is spectacular! The Enoteca del Barbaresco was born from an initiative of the Piedmont Region which in 1980 determined the establishment of the circuit of Enoteche Regionali to combine the valorisation of wine culture with the recovery of historical structures, which have become the headquarters of the various wine shops. The need to create a regional institution for the promotion of Barbaresco faced the problem of the lack of adequate space: both the castle of Neive and the fiefdom of Barbaresco were not municipal property and there were no suitable structures in Treiso. The Municipality of Barbaresco then decided to purchase from the Curia the building of the former Confraternity of San Donato, now disused, thus allowing the opening of the wine shop in 1986.

On Death by John Keats (1814)

A country should not set it's military on its people, and certainly not for revenge or vanity. But sadly and very unfortunately, that is where we are right now. On Death 1. Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? The transient pleasures as a vision seem, And yet we think the greatest pain's to die. 2. How strange it is that man on earth should roam, And lead a life of woe, but not forsake His rugged path; nor dare he view alone His future doom which is but to awake.

Sadler Restaurant, Milan, Italy

This is an elegant place with excellent food--not only did the chef grace our table, he sat and ate with the two women who were about his age who were sitting next to us--we all opted for the tasting menu. For us, it was our last elevated meal in Italy and we wanted it to last. This is a one-Michelin star dining establishment housed in the Casa Baglioni hotel, a beautiful Art Nouveau building dating from 1913, this restaurant has a contemporary feel with an elegant dining room featuring colourful armchairs. The cuisine is precise and distinctive, with a harmonious balance of traditional and innovative flavours thanks to the top-quality ingredients used. This was an easy walk from our hotel, and from here we walked to the Duomo and to an upscale store to buy cheese to bring home.

Endling by Maria Reva

This book was long listed for the 2025 Booker Prize, and it is exactly the sort of book that you should read no matter that it didn't make the short list cut. Set in Ukraine in 2022,, it is is an incredibly unique, thought-provoking ode to love, loss, and identity. In addition, it navigates so many incredibly important themes that are at the forefront of Ukraine’s past and present. An endling: the last creature of a species; the stage before extinction. Yeva, a scientist, has dedicated her life’s work to snails. She is determined that her beloved shelled friends will not reach their end, she travels over land and lake throughout Ukraine. While she is trying to both conduct research and raise the funds to do so, Yeva grapples with expectations from society and from her family to leave the snails to their shells and forge a home of her own. They are unaware she has been roped into another line of work: ‘romance tours’, which are designed to attract foreign men desiring Ukrainian brides. As two sisters join Yeva, determined to break centuries of the misogyny of these tours, an unexpected collision between science and love occurs. The women launch an improbable mission, entering a battle in favor of feminism yet also entering the warzone of rural Ukraine, leading everyone around them to question whether they will become their society’s endling. We look on as the women, and the snails, enter an immense journey for freedom - for women, for science, and for their country--one that for Ukraine continues.

Sewing In The Fog with Radha Weaver

I want to pause briefly to say how much I love my quilt guild, which is the Minneapolis Modern Quilt Guild. I work remotely in Minneapolis, and I met a coworker (on purpose) at QuiltCon, the modern quilting's annual meeting, and wow wow wow, I fell in love with modern quilting, hook, line, and sinker. It was a crash bing bang all consuming love at first sight, and I joined her local guild, which had switched to an on line format during the pandemic, and now I really cannot get enough of the lectures we hear every month from modern quilters who talk about who they are, where they came from, and what they are doing. Our October speaker was Radha Weaver, who grew up on a commune in the Bay Area, and then after college worked in the garment industry for 15 years. She traveled to places where fabric is produced, like China and Bangladesh, and saw first hand both the process of fabric production and the conditions that the workers experienced and decided it was time for her to bow out of that work. She pivoted to recycling, or what is popularly known as upcycling, fabric. She works primarily in denim, some with leather, and now she not only uses previously used fabric in her work but she helps people connect with each other to exchange or off load fabric they have purchased but no longer want. She is adamantly not opposed to buying or selling fabric--she does want to get away from the fast fashion idea, where you buy something and wear it once or twice, but do not wear it out. That is unsustainable, and she is offering ideas about what to do instead.

The Correspondent by Virginia Evans

I loved this book, told entirely in what is known as the epistolary format--it is all written communication, a story told entirely through letters and emails. There is some very serious stuff herein, but strangely, the overall tone is light and upbeat. Sybil Van Antwerp has throughout her life used letters to make sense of the world and her place in it. Most mornings, around half past ten, Sybil sits down to write letters—to her brother, to her best friend, to the president of the university who will not allow her to audit a class she desperately wants to take, to Joan Didion and Larry McMurtry to tell them what she thinks of their latest books, and to one person to whom she writes often yet never sends the letter. Through her correspondence the learn about who Sybil is and was--a mother, a lawyer, a wife, a friend--and someone who has suffered great loss and failed to successfully navigate grief. She is wise and funny, she is at once lucky and unlucky, and best of all we really get to know her through her writing. I could not put this down--I stayed up late to finish it, and was quite satisfied with it from start to finish. The best in a long time, simple and yet remarkably deep.

Death Due To Misinformation

We have been here before, and apparently we the people are easily misled, and we will be here again. During the COVID pandemic I was surprised and at time shocked by the lack of understanding about what was happening. It seemed like very basic biology--understanidng why a messanger RNA vaccine would be a novel approach is harder to follow, but what a novel virus brought with it in terms of risks and challenges is a foundational block in a high school education. The move towards making vaccines optinal--and not covered by insurance--is going to kill people, mostly children and elderly people. It will also, very importantly, maim people. The ravages of surviving the damage from high fever have been largely forgotten by most, but will become very real. And not vaccinating against COVID, a virus that we do not yet fully understand but know that fully a third of people recovering from COVID have cognitive impairment and longer term damage that we do not yet know how to treat, and given the support for science in this administration, are unlikely to learn more about in the short term. I encourage you to stroll through some pre-vaccination era cemetaries and note how many children are buried there--I have started collecting photos of just this--because sadly, if the anti-vaccination trend continues, we will have children populating them once again.

Misinterpretation by Ledia Xhoga

I read this because it was longlisted for the 2025 Booker Prize, and while it did not make it to the short list, a lot of the books that fall into that category are among my favorite nominees--this book was good, but will not make my top 5 of the nominees this year. I read a review that I think nicely summarizes the course of events in this book, which is that it subtly blurs the distinction between help and harm. Yes, that is the best of the messages to take home from this, that your intentions are not always the end result. The protagonist is an Albanian woman married to a New Yorker who works as an interpreter--which is almost always a complex job as well as an emotional one. She has trouble creating and maintaining boundaries, both with her clients as well as in the world in general, and she is slowly but surely careening from one mishap to another, leaving the reader to worry about what will happen to her next--I listened to part of it and had to stop when she got herself into a dangerous situation, I just couldn't be driving and giving the story the attention it deserved. She is generous and good hearted but she also has blinders on when it comes to danger and she has trouble seeing beyond herself when she acts. There are lots of subtexts here, about immigration, the lasting effects of trauma, and the limitations of what what dreams for and what is realistic.

Ristorante Borgo Sant'Anna, Monforte d'Alba, Piedmont, Italy

The restaurant is housed on a vineyard, so the dining room has spectacular 180 degree views of the UNESCO World Heritage wine growing region that are breath taking all on their own. The chef here, Pasquale Laera, is originally from Puglia but has long made Piedmont his home, embracing the traditions and codes of its regional cuisine while enriching them with his own vision. His offering includes tasting menus (one dedicated to game in season) and an à la carte selection that reflects a colorful, generous style, where the choice of ingredients clearly sets flavor above appearance. Special care is given to vegetables, which Pasquale, true to his southern roots, knows how to elevate to their best, carefully sourcing them not only from his own garden but also from trusted suppliers.

The game menu was on offer, but we opted for one that was more vegetable and seafood forward, and while the meal over all was perfect, we loved each dish and there were a number of highlights, this one stood out. This was the BEST zucchini I have ever had. The broth is olive oil and lemon, the fresh zucchini floating it it picked up this sauce, which was flavorful and coated them. On the bottom of the pile in the middle was grilled zucchini, topped with a packet of ground zucchini and ricotta, and atop that some vert small poached zucchini and a fried zucchini flower. The small side dish had a pickled. tiny pan patty. Amazing!!!

The Science Is Clear

Let me start off by saying that it baffles me why only 59% of people think that RFK Jr. is doing a bad job. He and the current administration are breaking everything. The ends to the means is to have Republicans make it true what they have always stood by--don't trust the government. Why you would trust the wealthy, the ones who want to keep all the money to themselves, is beyond me. The problem is that people are also inclined to believe them, and thereby not trust the science. Science doesn't care who you voted for or what you believe. The GOP, on the other hand, wants you to blame women. It is both the text and the subtext of this administration. The attack on women's health and a woman's ability to make reproductive health care decisions is about the subjugation of women. Taking away equality in the work place is affirmative action for mediocre white men at the expense of competent women. The current president, a convicted sex offender, complaining that beating your wife should not be considered a crime is about devaluing women. I get it--if you are an incompetent underperforming man, then not being able to be the dictator at home feels like a loss, but it is a loss that is deserved. Women who choose to cede their power have the right to do so--what nobody has the right to do is make that choice for all women.

G. D. Vajra Vineyard, Piedmont, Italy

Sometimes it is better to have dumb luck than to be good. We had been studying Italian for about three months prior to our recent trip, and while the studying was rough going, we happily discovered when we got to Italy that we could communicate far better than we anticipated. But it turns out not quite as well as we thought. Our sommelier in Alba recommended we taste wine here, and we sent them an email and they invited us. We showed up at the day we thought we were to arrive, and were surprised by all the fan fare. So many other people were coming at the same time on the same day! We checked in at the desk and while the woman struggled with our names, she quickly waved us toward the glasses and we were in! Well, it turns out we crashed an industry event--at some point it might have dawned on us that we were the only non-Italians in the room, but it didn't happen until we had tried quite a few wines, palette cleansed with bread and Dolce Gorgonzola from an enormous wheel and taken in the spectacular views that we did not belong there. How did we tumble to this? Because it was very clear that they were not set up to sell us wine that day. But they did, and they did it all graciously. We sent an apology email confessing our mistake and they couldn't have been lovelier about it. This is a wonderful wine made by customer friendly people.

The Book of Records by Madeliene Thien

I picked this up because it was on Obama's Summer 2025 reading list and of the ten books, I had read three of them (admittedly, one of them I got out of the library by mistake and then read because I had taken it on a weekend vacation with me and felt committed rather than interested--but I read it none-the-less), I had two of them out of the library already and so while I had heard of none of the remaining five, the goal of reading them all seemed within my grasp so I put them all on my hold list. That is how I ended up with a slightly science fiction-y book that at the end of the day I am not sure waht happened. It takes place in the The Sea, which is the name given to a gargantuan migrant compound on the shoreline a decade or two in the future, and yet seemingly spanning into the past as well. Lina and her ailing father, Wui Shin, occupy an apartment where they can watch the refugee boats pull in and depart. The pair have fled the flooded Pearl River Delta in China, leaving behind Lina’s mother, brother and aunt but carrying three volumes from an epic biographical series entitled The Great Lives of Voyagers. These cover the respective histories of the German-Jewish philosopher Hannah Arendt, the Chinese poet Du Fu and the Portuguese-Jewish scholar Baruch Spinoza. They provide both a link to the past and a sextant to navigate by. The world exists in endless flux, Lina is told, and yet here in the Sea nothing ever goes missing. Its chambers fill and empty like locks on a canal. Different portions of the compound appear to correspond with different decades. As near as I can tell it is a novel of ideas--those from the past and how to apply them to the future--but like I said, I am not sure I followed this and so may be completely wrong about that!