This is the follow-up novel to The Dept of Speculation, a novel that was heavily praised, but I didn’t happen to like. This one, though, I found prescient and compelling and terrifying and smart. Weather as you can imagine takes place in a kind of soon-to-be future, a sense of the dying endtimes, a looming specter, and a deepy anxiety, but also slight ironic detachment. There’s little to no plot, and the novel instead, is about a mother going about her days as she experiences both mundane […]
In the morning, the one who is mostly enlightened comes in.
Weather by Jenny Offill




