My Pandemic Year in Books


  1. Jim Murdoch
    Jim Murdoch January 3, 2021 at 5:02 am .

    It’s been a bit the other way round for me. I only read twenty books between January and September (mostly novellas) of which only two were poets, Richard Brautigan and Jim Dodge. In October we decided, you would think on a whim considering the speed in which it happened, to move house. October-November was spent packing, November-December, unpacking. The poems of 2020 (and also 2019) represented a change for me, less structured and more musical. No less miserable though, in fact I’ve never written so many poems fuelled by unhappiness; sadness, yes, unhappiness is a different beast. Like most I would imagine I’m glad to see the back of 2020 but I’m holding my breath at the moment; I don’t want to jinx 2021. Things in the UK are far from settled. The true impact of Brexit has yet to be felt and coronavirus cases are soaring. You must feel a bit the same over there, hopeful but careful not to get carried away. Either way I wish you well this year and as far as the poetry goes you know as well as me how that goes.

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