Eye-opening, sometimes painfully so, from the statistics on who controls Hollywood—men—and what that means for the self-conception of women and girls to West’s notion of the “gamification of harm” (234) inculcated by Donald Trump and his minions in the national dialogue. Can hope and caring and community prevail? West’s vision is angry but optimistic, but in the midst of a pandemic, it’s hard to hang with her. “Moment to moment, for a lot of people in the United States and other wealthy nations, everything still feels fine, unchanged,” she writes about climate change. “Even if you genuinely believe that doom is coming, it is possible to set aside your panic for a while and, say, go get a coffee. Wash your dog. Bicker with your spouse. The stoplights still work and you can still buy avocados at the supermarket and life is still as mundane and tedious as it’s always been” (223-24). Well, *some* of those things are still true, but pandemic reveals that even living in a wealthy nation does not inoculate us from incompetence and venality and untruthfulness. It remains to be seen if and when we recover.