I love end of year lists. They're reductive and arbitrary, usually ignore anything that happened before March, and even though I claim I read them to discover the things that I might have missed, I'm usually much happier when I find a best-of collection that confirms my own beliefs about the months gone by. There's something very silly about critics accepting a start date and an end date and attempting to construct a cultural narrative. "This is what happened and this is what mattered." Here's my year in music, film and maybe a game or two.
