In 2024, we were very demure, very mindful. We watched the Olympics, but mostly for the muffins. And Raygun. And the pommel horse guy. We held space for the lyrics of “Defying Gravity.” We held space for the ending of Challengers. We had to keep throwing out food, including all those cucumbers we bought from Eminem. We reached peak Big Pants (maybe). We blamed it on Moo Deng. We meant “your favorite artist’s favorite artist.” Everything was maroon. We had a brat summer, and the warmest fall on record. Donald Trump got a boo boo, and also we elected him again, for some godforsaken reason. We mourned Flaco. Luigi became an instant folk hero, tapping into all our fears and anger over the demented, inhumane American health care system. Lookalike contests were a thing. We thought a lot about thighs...
And yes, there was also literary news. Here are the book-world-adjacent stories that thrilled, disgusted, amused, and otherwise occupied our group chats this year. |
