Read Raven Rock followed directly by Fear by Bob Woodward. That was an unintentionally v. stressful progression. Woordward's book was poorly written, which surprised me. Also: don't like the idea of current president clenching dick with one fist, nuclear briefcase with other. You're welcome for imagery. Cleansed palette with Lincoln in the Bardo by Saunders. Pretty, but will have to give a few more reads to get the full effect. Then I needed some trash so I read Children of Time. Play a stupid game, win a stupid prize. Terrible book. Dialled back the schlock, now reading The Alienist which is nice because it's trash but written in a poorly-conceived 19th c. vernacular, so you can pretend it's highbrow. Next: Killers of the Flower Moon before I give up and revert to something by Stephen King.