I have three things I’m reading at the same time, because I’m an idiot like that. (It’s not usually my style, I usually have one main book and maybe a book of short stories.)
Warmth of Other Suns is different from what I expected it to be. Only a third of the way through, but it’s basically just telling people’s stories, which is good — it doesn’t separate the reader from the subject by being academic. It’s giving me a taste of Jim Crow South that I hadn’t really read first-hand accounts of.
The poems of Audre Lord seem very relevant to our times. The anger at how Black and brown folk are treated still as relevant today. One of the first poems I opened to was Power, a searing indictment of yet another white policeman let off for killing a young Black boy.
Embassytown seems like the kind of thing I should like, although I’m finding it quite dense at the moment. It’s the sort of scifi that is completely thick with opaque jargon that it doesn’t explain, but expects you to grok from context, possibly not now but in some chapter in the future. I can usually manage this kind of thing, but I’m finding my patience more limited than usual. China Miéville is a bit hit or miss for me. I loooved The City & The City, one of my favorite books (except for the end, and some random parts in the middle), but thought The Kraken was fairly derivative and boring.