Perhaps no book was more represented across these pandemic reading lists than Ottessa Moshfegh’s 2018 novel, My Year of Rest and Relaxation, a perverse paean to self-isolation as a coping strategy for when the world is somehow both too much and yet not enough. The sheer volume of these lists made clear that, though society might be on the brink of total collapse, well, at least there’s good stuff to read. There were lists of short books (“read it in one sitting”), lists of long books (“you’ve got nothing but time on your hands”), lists of dystopian books (“they suddenly seem all too real”), lists of disease-filled books (“you’ll never want to leave your home again”), lists of escapist books (“everyone deserves the chance to forget All This for a little while”), and lists of books about solitude (“let’s figure out how to live without ever seeing anyone else again”).
It’s been just over three months since the lists of books started proliferating.
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