92 Books Like Trouble the Saints

I read this book this month while traveling to the UK Tarot Conference and loved the resonance of tarot cards and people appearing in your life at the right time. Claire McMillian opens up the world of surrealist painter Remedios Varo by way of Pamela’s Smith Tarot cards as markers and guideposts.

I fell down the rabbit hole researching Varo’s artwork after I read it, especially Remedios’ painting of the magician or juggler. Her friend, Leonora Carrington, is also in the book—bringing art, tarot, and love to their immense ambition and their drive to live their life in their art and tarot readings. I loved learning about this post-WWII community of magical women and the art they created across Europe and Mexico.

I had never been to The Cloisters here in Manhattan after many decades of living here, but I read Katy Hays's book, and had to visit it afterward. Hays’ book was a great pre-cursor to the trip to the Museum of Medieval and Early Renaissance Art.

I kept in mind the world of the fictional underdog, Anne Sitwell, who worked her way up to know there were secrets in the vault at the Cloisters. A Tarot Deck, possibly from the d’Este family in Italy, sets the stage for skullduggery while secrets and murders mount, leading to a plot twist at the end for our hapless Anne. It was interesting talking to the docent at the museum after I took a garden tour, and to spot a copy of this book for sale in the gift shop there.

I love this book; it is my all-time favorite nonfiction resource book for female tarot creators during the Victorian Age. I was totally absorbed reading about the art and artists that Mary Greer selected: Maud Gonne, Moina Bergson Mathers, Annie Horniman and Florence Farr.

These are four women who transformed the face of women in power in the occult and magical societies. I especially dote on a book with photographs and illustrations when talking about a historical topic, and there are fantastic images, many one-of-a-kinds, that are well-researched and noted. If you have any interest in tarot, female Magicians, and the struggles of these amazing Suffragettes and artists, this book is for you. 

I like the format of this book, where each chapter is titled after a Tarot card. The involves a manuscript from Cleopatra’s time with a seer named Ionna to our modern-day protagonist, Semele, who works in an auction house.

Ionna foresaw a sort of doomsday tarot deck throughout history and in this manuscript, which is now up for sale, named Semele in her prophecy. She has to track down the descendants of Ionna, who may have the key to where this tarot deck is, before the manuscript passes into the wrong hands.

While tarot isn’t the main focus of the book, the background research on tarot is fascinating.

Don’t be fooled by the cover, The Masterpiece is an excellent dual-timeline about two seemingly ordinary women fighting for their independence in the same place, yet from two distinct time periods.

In 1928 Clara, a confident illustrator and art instructor and in 1974 Virginia, a recently divorced tollbooth operator, found themselves working at New York City’s Grand Central Terminal.

Davis brilliantly braids both stories about complicated flawed women challenging social injustices and entitled men of their time within a fascinating setting. (Yes, 50 years apart and they're dealing with similar issues!)

I stayed up late discovering how their stories coincide once Virginia uncovered a painting by Clara. Talk about unknown history—who knew there was an art school upstairs in the Grand Central Terminal or that it was almost demolished?!

Another friendly rodent tale with a clever premise! I read this long before there was ever a movie about Stuart. Once again, the author’s imagination amazed me. I was enchanted with all the clever things Stuart could do – his car, his canoe, his friendship with Margalo the bird, and the humans that accepted him as part of their family.

I remember bringing the library book to my grandmother’s house when I spent the weekend. I don’t think the book was out of my grasp except when I was sleeping. And even then, I was dreaming of being a writer and “living” in a world like Stuart’s. 

Eriq La Salle is best known for his role as Dr. Peter Benton on the hit TV show ER, but Laws of Depravity shows that he’s a magnificent writer as well as a prolific actor.

I have read a lot of crime fiction, yet Laws of Depravity stopped me cold and made me question whether “the killing of devils is a condemnable act.” Growing up a preacher’s kid, I’m fascinated by the ways people use religion as an explanation or shield for both wonderful and terrible acts.

Lasalle doesn’t shy away from looking at the darker side, and that made me brave enough to take a closer look in my own work. La Salle has delivered a highly character-driven book that profiles the detectives and civilians as much as the killer while still maintaining that thrilling pace. Every morally gray twist felt earned, and the surprises kept coming right up… show more.

This book made me feel as if I were on a Coney Island ride that was part roller coaster, part Tilt-a-Whirl, and part chamber of horrors—followed by a tranquil stroll in Central Park to catch my breath. That's just the mix of wild stimulus and stately calm I loved when I lived in New York City myself.

The story—really, multiple interlocking character portraits set in the maybe 1980s—is totally believable even though it moves around in time, including into the future. The city itself is not one of those characters. But the city is made real and rich through their multiplicity. Some of them are wildly idiosyncratic people. But hey, they're New Yorkers! Reading it, I kept asking myself why I ever left.

I love how the lives of different people intersect during the summer in this book. Unexpected romance, well-meaning lies, and damaging secrets pepper this story, making it the perfect page turner during a summer vacation.

I also love that one of the characters is a baker. I just love stories that marry food and cooking into the story.

I love this book because it’s dark and unsettling. Wait, what? Yeah. Eleven-year-old Harriet roams her city, spying on adults and kids and writing about them in her notebook. Sounds cute, but her personality is pretty damn awful when you really look at her. And this I love. Call me perverse.

I was ten when I first met Harriet, a sneakers-and-jeans-wearing girl who doesn’t know much but wants to know more. She’s not upbeat. She does crappy things to her friends and enemies. Fascinating! I knew kids like that.

Harriet’s wit is based on calculation: If I do X, I might see Y result, and then I might learn Z.

Some readers label Harriet a sociopath. They’re missing it: She’s on a flawed mission to grow up. As was I.