Sometime in November I finished listening to Edward P. Jones's The Known World, about what happens to a plantation after the death of its owner--its black owner, who owned not just land but people as well. I see now, wanting to link to it because of something in I Am Charlotte Simmons, that I never wrote its own entry.
Really good. It read as if carefully founded on Census data and 19th-century newspapers and pamphlets, which impressed me all the more after I listened to the interview with the author following the performance because while his fiction read like creative nonfiction, it wasn't. Not quite like my next listen, True History of the Kelly Gang it was nearly historic invention, and only nearly because Jones's characters never existed as individuals, only as statistics.