“I am not the sort of person to throw a lavish party, but this is no ordinary party and the thing that makes it necessary is no ordinary loneliness,” Sonora Jha wrote in the opening of her latest book, “Intemperance.” “After nine years of revolutionary solitude (except for a couple of brief dalliances), I find myself a woman in her mid-fifties, caught in the shudder of the planet’s mid-2020s, now seeking communion with a man, despite everything we know.”
