Happy Monday.

Here are the things from last week I’d talk to you about if you were trapped in an elevator with me today.

I finished Louise Erdrich’s The Sentence, which was smart and clever and moving. But it had this whole COVID/George Floyd plotline (it takes place in Minneapolis) that felt, I don’t know, forced? Unnecessary? Like, nothing about the story HAD to be set in 2020, so I felt a little weird about it. And I’m not a major “escapist” reader, so I don’t mind some real life references, but maybe I’m just not ready for COVID fiction. Maybe I’ll never be?

In last week’s New Yorker crossword (SPOILER ALERT!!!!!!) there was a clue that said “Campaign manager?” and the answer was DUNGEONMASTER and I simply cannot get over it. There was also a very good article about the personhood of animals that I highly recommend. There was also an article about the structure and nature of cells, that even discussed particular organelles, but NEVER ONCE talked about mitorchondria as the powerhouse of the cell. Very disappointing.

Song of the week is Muddy Water by Skyway Man, because every time it came up on Spotify (do not at me) I was like who is this???