Books by-the-month: January

T. S. Eliot was wrong when he said that "April is the cruelest month–" [he was wrong about a lot of things, like, ya know, his raging antisemitism, but, anyway, meh: a phenomenal poet] he’d clearly never experienced the nightmare that is returning to work, and the world-in-general, in January. In an election year. 
"Oh, what a long year this January has been!" I literally proclaimed yesterday. It's January 9th. Bleak times.

But with the festive season long gone, January can feel bleak and never...