The perceptive words of a brilliant Canadian writer really capture in the best way the view of the late-capitalist (how long can we use that modifier “late” as the system clumsily and disastrously lumbers along?) society and its effects on all of us.

This is a millennial’s memoir. It was a refreshing upgrade from H Is For Hawk whose author seems out of step in every way with the human world around her. Black is connected, hyperconnected even, to all that is happening now, but looks at it in an aware and very smart way.

And though millennial, this isn’t exclusionary prose. Any cultural references within aren’t shibboleths or shortcuts. They serve to prove points.

Favorite read so far this year.