Golden Prey   John Sandford
Latest Lucas Davenport police procedural. I’m not really a fan of Davenport, but Camp’s prose is very readable, and the plot’s are always entertaining. This novel is the same, though this time there wasn’t as much funny cop chatter, and the two sinister criminals were much more sympathetic and interesting than the cops. Another quick read and pretty good distraction.

What Work Is: Poems   Philip Levine
Beautiful, personal, almost polemical poems about labor and life in the United States. Levine, and this book in particular, have had a profound influence on my poetry. re-read it for National Poetry Month. Loved it again, though this time I read it with some heartache because it is my last, and I’m no longer writing poetry.

The Book Thieves: The Nazi Looting of Europe's Libraries and the Race to Return a Literary Inheritance   Anders Rydell Disappointing book about the efforts to identify, and in some cases, return books stolen by the Nazis. Well enough written, as you would expect from a journalist. Based on the title, and my interest, I thought there would be much more history. Instead Rydell deals primarily with the present day attempts at identification. Also, he inserts himself into the narrative way too much for me. Besides, I am unconvinced that it really means something to return a book to the descendants of someone who was gassed and then incinerated by fascist racists. Too bad.

American Philosophy: A Love Story   John Kaag
Engaging tour through the history of American philosophy as a result of Kaag’s time working in Ernest Hocking’s library. I generally love books like this, intellectual history and analysis couched in a personal narrative. Kaag’s vituperative discussions of his first marriage, even though most of the blame is directed at himself, seemed much too personal, I felt like I was forced to look at something I didn’t want to see. But the book is pretty well written, and it did help rekindle my interest in James and Royce, so I’m glad I read it.