What a year. I seem to keep saying that, but really,
what a year. January feels like it took place in another century. And I’m
sure July happened a decade ago. (Or last week. Are we absolutely certain it wasn’t last week?)
Despite the pandemic, and the rest of this year’s discontents, 2020 has been a good year for books, even if I’ve frequently had difficulty reading them. Or, at this point, remembering what year they belong to. (See above, January, another century.) But I
think I’ve managed to compile my Top Twenty from 2020. Probably I have forgotten some excellent books, or failed to read them you should see the previous column on The Best Books I Haven’t Read in 2020, if you want to see what I really