In a sort of role-reversal, Tom does most of the ranting in this podcast, partially inspired by this article entitled “Damn, You’re Not Reading Any Books by White Men This Year? That’s So Freakin Brave and Cool.” They also discuss some women in translation stats, Philip Pullman’s decision to pull out as a patron of the Oxford Literary Festival, and the NBCC Book Award Finalists.
There is some specific book talk as well, mostly about The Weight of Things, The Argonauts, and The Story of My Teeth.
This week’s music is Oh Donna by Library Voices.
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