It’s the last day of the year (and the decade). I like to wait until the bitter end before saying anything was “the best” of the year, because you never know when a last-second book or song may pop up and blow the previous favorite to hell.
2019 has been a strange year, both for me personally and for the world at large. Most of the time, our society seems like one big shitstorm, every day trying to out-bullshit the one before. In times likes these, culture and pastimes are increasingly important.
For our mental health’s sake, we need things we enjoy to divert our attention from the noise, most of it not good, that surrounds us. As a society, we need culture to shine a light on the shortcomings and failures, to call us to be better collectively, to show us a more enlightened path.
My favorites from 2019 helped do that for me. Perhaps they can help you, too, as we march forward into a new year.
This Is The End Of Something But It’s Not The End Of You by Adam Gnade
I’ll start with a caveat: Adam Gnade is my favorite living writer, and anytime he publishes anything at all, it is a major event in my life.
This Is The End… is Gnade’s third novel, and while it retains the rough beauty and truth-telling of the previous two (Hymn California and Caveworld), the storytelling is more refined. Basically, what this book is showing is a writer with seemingly limitless talent maturing and coming into full command of his powers.
Equal parts murder mystery, road novel, fictionalized memoir, and cultural critique, This Is The End… follows the life of Gnade protagonist/alter ego James Jackson Bozic from childhood into his early 30s, as he attempts to learn what for him constitutes a truly meaningful life and how to get it. At turns comedic, heartbreaking, and poignant, the story is dripping with the sort of challenges and, at times, absurdity (personal and societal) that people who came of age in the strange time of the late-1990s, 20-aughts, and early 20-teens will immediately recognize.
Gnade’s books are not things you just breeze through in a couple of days. To do so would be to neuter them, to reduce their power, and to discount the truths they contain. I took my time with This Is The End…, but that’s the whole point of reading good books, isn’t it? To challenge yourself and grow your humanity.
Finding writers that pull that off while also giving you gorgeous prose is extremely rare, and Gnade did so in this case with gusto.
Fear Inoculum by Tool
When I first heard the band Tool as a teenager, it was eye (or rather, ear)-opening. I was a grunge kid, and bands like Nirvana, Alice In Chains, and Pearl Jam had been the rulers of my personal airwaves.
Then along comes the album Aenima, and I began to understand just how varied rock music could be. How the loud and the soft played off each other, how a guitar could make a range of noises I didn’t know were possible, how a voice could ricochet between aggressiveness and plaintiveness.
Since then, the band has released three more albums (2001’s Lateralus and 2006’s 10,000 Days being the intermediary two), and each has delivered and re-delivered on that initial experience.
It was a 13-year wait for Fear Inoculum, and while during that time my life has changed immensely, one thing that hasn’t is the band’s, and especially Maynard James Keenan’s voice’s, capacity to immediately transport me outside of my own worries and distractions and into something of an aural meditative state. Even when the music is at its most vigorous and rapacious, it delivers a sense of peace to my harried mind.
Runner-up: LP3 by American Football
Bumblebee directed by Travis Knight
Fun fact: I have not gone to see a movie in a theater since August 2011. I’m an anxious person, and it turns out that large, crowded, enclosed spaces make me hyperventilate. Or maybe I’m just lazy.
Anyways, because I don’t go out to the movies, I have to wait for everything to be released digitally. Avoiding spoilers on social media can be a real hassle, but I’ve gotten pretty good at ignoring them for the big films I plan to watch.
The funny thing is, Bumblebee wasn’t one of those films I was anticipating for months. Endgame was, of course, kickass, and worth all of the spoiler-avoidance, but that was sort of to be expected.
Bumblebee was just flat-out fun. The story was fun, the soundtrack was fun, the comedy was fun, the action scenes were fun, and even the “heartwarming” aspects were fun. In a lot of ways, it reminded me of Taika Waititi’s Thor: Ragnarok, taking a franchise that had gotten a bit stale and sticking its finger into an electrical outlet to revive it.
This is obviously not the height of cinema, nor is it meant to be. And while I hesitated to call it my favorite for fear of looking of low-brow or unserious, 2019 was the kind of year that needed a little capital-F FUN injected into it. And Bumblebee succeeded in doing just that.
Favorite TV Show
Jessica Jones, Season 3
A foul-mouthed, whiskey-swigging, super-powered private detective? A total badass of a woman, trying to get out of her own way and face down her personal demons while helping people? Greatest. Idea. Ever.
Aside from the fact that this was the last season of the series thanks to the whole “Disney+ killing Marvel shows on Netflix” thing (RIP to Luke Cage, as well), there is not a single negative thing I could say about this show.
Krysten Ritter was perfect. Eka Darville was perfect. Rachael Taylor was perfect. Carrie-Anne Moss was perfect. The whole damn show was perfect.
My only complaint is that there won’t be any more episodes.
Runner-up: The Good Place
Favorite Internet Thing
(tie) Chuck McKeever’s Tabs Open and Aaron Reynolds’ Effin’ Birds
I’ll start by saying that these two things could not upon initial inspection be more different. One is a newsletter about life in America and the other is drawings of birds with swear word captions. Thus, it would appear, is the dichotomy of my sensibilities.
McKeever is a friend of mine (we’ve never met in person, but we both wrote for the Ohio State Buckeyes website Land-Grant Holy Land and forged a connection), though even if he wasn’t, I’d wholeheartedly endorse Tabs Open. Blending life experiences, reading, research, humor, and a little Socialism, the newsletter is wide-ranging, thought-provoking, and informative.
Depending on the week, McKeever may tackle climate change, Medicare For All, the desperation, perseverance, and hopefulness inherent in choosing the creative life, or how his life and approach to meaning have changed in the couple of years since completing his hike of Pacific Crest Trail. At its core, Tabs Open is about finding a way to exist in the world in the most ethical and fulfilling way possible, and that’s a damn important message.
Effin’ Birds, on its face, is basically just fart jokes with drawings of birds. But having followed it for quite some time now, I think it goes a lot deeper than that, even if that isn’t the intent. The captions may just seem to be attempts at crude-worded humor, but they actually dig down towards the feelings of absurdity and exasperation of our world-historical moment.
In a time in which Fascism, Capitalism, and Trumpism are running amok, the human race is literally killing the planet with seemingly little remorse or desire to change, and rampant materialism, narcissism, greed, and idiocy have infected the populace, Effin’ Birds cuts right through all the bullshit and calls a spade a spade. In its own way, Reynolds’ work is a master cultural critique.
And it also happens that I have the sense of humor of a adolescent, so it’s just really fucking funny.
So anyways, that’s the little bow I’m tying on 2019. My wish is for 2020 to be a kinder, gentler, more thoughtful time for us all. At least, I think that’s a worthwhile goal for us all to work towards.