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Notable Books of 2020: A Bakerâs Dozen of Fiction and Non-Fiction
The memoirs, novels, and graphic novels that stood out most in the year of the pandemic.
Books27/Dec/2020
Itâs the perfect time to read Proust. Thatâs what I thought at the beginning of the lockdown. At the end of the year, I havenât managed even the first page of his
Remembrance of Things Past.
It wasnât just Proust. The pandemic provided privileged time to read, but took away the focus. The Booker Prize winner, the presidential memoir, the final instalment of Hilary Mantel’s Cromwell trilogy: all these and more gather dust on the to-be-read pile.
“I’m not an actor, I’m a [former SNL, current cat-woman] star!”
The best moment of Kristen Wiig’s fourth hosting stint saw three all-time great
Saturday Night Live women sharing the monologue stage. Wiig, after expertly underplaying her annoyance with her underperforming offstage assistant, Glen, launched into a Christmas show performance of “My Favorite Things,” that quickly went haywire. Later on, the joke was explained that 2020 was so off-the-charts “icky” (Wiig’s word) that the normal litany of placid “cream-colored ponies” and so forth have necessarily been replaced by scattershot, stream-of-consciousness imagery and flashes of trauma. But it’s better when the bit just plays out as Wiig being weird and off-book. The whole “when the bee stings” run from the original turns into a playlet about Wiig being stung so often in this (shit) year (of shit) that, as she croons, “And then I can’t feel my