by Patti Smith — I cannot figure out how can Patti Smith write about anything without actually talking about anything. This book is similar to M Trian, a collection of pages from her travel journal, including her photos, with the difference that she also makes us participants in her dreams — The Year of the Monkey is a solitary journey, a dreamlike journey, much more melancholic and depressing, the author is embarking on: she writes poetically about the losses she suffers in her private, losses that plague her country, but still Patti as an optimist human being, keeps cheering herself up by thinking that something wonderful is about to happen, maybe tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow.