I read about 13 books this year. Here are my favorites:

“Nobody’s Fool,” “Somebody’s Fool,” and “Everybody’s Fool," a trilogy by Richard Russo, set in the small town of North Bath in upstate New York, following the lives of a dozen or more characters over 20 years. There are two murder investigations in the series, but the novels aren’t plot-driven; they are a series of episodes. The action covers most of a century, including generous flashbacks,

I first read “Nobody’s Fool” when it was published in 1993, and the characters have inhabited my brain for most of my life. The main character of “Nobody’s Fool,” Donald “Sully” Sullivan, is 60. I was young enough to be his son when I first read the book; indeed, he has a son in that novel who is older than I was then. Now I’m a little older than Sully himself, though my knees are in much better shape than his.

The second book in the series came out in 2016, and the third in 2023, and I read them both as they came out and loved them so much that I listened to the whole series on audiobooks in 2024.

I love living in North Bath with these people, which is weird because North Bath is dying, and the people are kind of broken.

“Nobody’s Fool” was made into a movie starring Paul Newman as Sully, Jessica Tandy as his friend, landlady and former schoolteacher, Mrs. Peoples; Bruce Willis in a rare non-action role; and Melanie Griffith. The movie features talented character actors, including Pruitt Taylor Vince and Margo Martindale and, in a very early role, the late great Philip Seymour Hoffman, as the idiotic and headstrong policeman, Doug Raymer. Hoffman’s casting was a stroke of luck; he’s fine, but it’s a small, one-dimensional role, and it didn’t tap Hoffman’s enormous talent. However, Raymer is the main character of the two sequel novels, where we learn he’s a much more sympathetic and intelligent character than he appears to be in the first book. There was some discussion of making the second book into a movie starring Hoffman, which would have been fantastic. But I haven’t heard anything about the movies since Hoffman’s death.

I love the movie “Nobody’s Fool,” although the writers tacked a shmaltzy, wholesome ending on it. The novel’s ending is hopeful and upbeat but darker; the characters' victories are smaller than in the movie and achieved with greater difficulty. I like the novel’s ending better.

“Elsewhere: A Memoir,” by Russo (again). Most of Russo’s novels are autobiographical; he grew up in Gloversville, a small town in upstate New York, which had once had a factory manufacturing women’s leather gloves. If you watch many old movies, you’ll know that women used to wear gloves routinely every day, and if you live in the world, you know they don’t anymore unless it’s cold. And gloves aren’t made in the USA anymore. Like North Bath and other towns in Russo’s work, Gloversville struggles to stay alive. In “Elsewhere,” we learn that Russo’s father was a charming small-town rogue, much like Sully and characters in Russo’s other work; his mother raised him, and Russo left Gloversville to go to college and rarely returned in later life. But Russo has returned to Gloversville again and again in his writing.

Spoiler (sorry): We learn in this book that Sully’s mother was a formidable woman who succeeded professionally working for an engineering company, very much a man’s world in the 1960s. However, she struggled with obsessive-compulsive disorder, which eventually poisoned her life. Russo’s father was a compulsive gambler. Russo tells us that he himself has the same disorders — as a young man, he was a compulsive pinball player (!) and gambler, but he eventually turned his compulsiveness to writing stories. Russo reflects that if his compulsiveness had taken a less socially acceptable turn, his life would have been very different, perhaps much like his father’s. But instead the world lavishly rewarded Russo, who has won a Pulitzer Prize.

Russo won the prize for “Empire Falls,” but the North Bath trilogy are my favorite of his books.

I have known two people with connections to Gloversville — surprising because Gloversville is such a small, remote town. One, a woman, grew up there. I was excited when I found out and questioned her about the town, but she seemed to find my questions creepy, so I dropped it. I got the impression that, like Russo, this woman put Gloversville in her rearview mirror as soon as she was old enough to get out of town and, unlike Russo, she never looked back afterward.

“Mohawk,” by Russo (again). Another story of feckless, charming fathers and a sprawling cast in a struggling small town in upstate New York. Russo’s first novel. I listened to the audiobook.

“Alas, Babylon,” by Pat Frank, about an American small town struggling to survive after a nuclear war. Another struggling small town — this one in Florida — another feckless, charming hero coming of age and taking responsibility for the people around him. I loved this book and read it many times as a boy, read it again during the pandemic and thought it was still great, and listened to the audiobook in 2024 to prepare to discuss the book on the “Hugos There” podcast. I loved doing that podcast; I did it once before, several years ago, to discuss “A Canticle for Lebowitz,” by Walter M. Miller. Both novels are post-apocalyptic. I have no special love for that genre; it just worked out that I love those two books, and those are the ones I discussed.

“Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear,” by Elizabeth Gilbert. Nonfiction about learning to live a creative life in the real world. Gilbert is the author of the wildly bestselling “Eat, Pray, Love,” and for years I dismissed her books as New Age women’s self-help nonsense with a lot of crystals and scented candles (yes, I know that’s awful of me). But I have heard Gilbert interviewed on a couple of podcasts (including Design Matters, hosted by my childhood friend Debbie Millman — thanks Debbie!) and I learned from those interviews that Gilbert is tough, smart, hard-headed and pragmatic. Yes, she dips deeply into occult waters, but I think of that as metaphor and go with it. I highly recommend Gilbert’s novel “City of Girls.” And I guess I need to read “Eat, Pray, Love.”

“A Son of the Circus,” by John Irving. A successful Indian doctor splits his time between Toronto and India and doesn’t feel at home in either world. This is a very long, sprawling novel and, like the North Bath trilogy, it doesn’t have much of a plot — though it does have murders to solve — and focuses on the rich cast of characters and Indian locations.

“The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet,” and “A Closed and Common Orbit,” by Becky Chambers. These are hugely popular books of a genre known as cozypunk, which means they’re about the characters and their interactions rather than the plot. This story is set in the distant future on a small merchant starship.

I grew up reading science fiction and branched out into crime fiction in my 20s. I read fiction for plot — the characters have a problem and solve it with their wits and violence. I often struggle with more episodic novels, where a part of me thinks nothing happens. I struggled with the Chambers novel and “Son of the Circus.”

“Joyland,” by Stephen King. A young man leaves college to take a summer job in a carny. Does he encounter horrors? Of course he does — a serial killer, which is pretty tame as King horrors go. But “Joyland” is mainly about a character who finds community and connection in a small town. I sense a trend in my reading.

“The Closers,” “The Narrows” and “Lost Light,” by Michael Connelly, who has devoted his career to about 35 crime novels, mostly focused on present-day Los Angeles. Connelly’s novels have different main characters — Detective Harry Bosch, defense attorney Mickey Haller (the Lincoln Laywer), a retired FBI agent, a crime journalist — but, interestingly, they all inhabit the same universe. Minor characters in one series turn up in another, and sometimes, two of the main characters cross over. I’m reading the books in order — 11 down and much more to go! Connelly is a master of writing a sentence that compels you to read the next and doing it again and again and again.

Currently Reading

“Storm Front,” by Jim Butcher. Book 1 of the Dresden Files.

“The Infernal Machine,” by Steven Johnson. A history of dynamite, anarchist terrorism, and the rise of professional policing at the turn of the 20th Century.