Year of the Monkey

There is no place I would rather be than swimming around in the thoughts and visions of Patti Smith. Each book she writes stops me dead in my tracks—grounding me and sending me to heaven all at the same time. I can’t explain it because I don’t fully understand it, but it’s like finding your best friend, or the one person in the world who speaks your language. In “Year of the Monkey,” Patti Smith chronicles that feeling exactly. From one New Year��s to the next, friends are passing away, others are sick, Patti is going from 69 to 70 years, and Trump’s win is hanging in the air. Dreams dance seamlessly with visions and reality, synchronicity abounds, and another letter to my soul is published. Thank you, Patti.