The front end of the bookshelf for me this year is Africa, Africa, Africa: fiction, nonfiction, poetry. And a little overlap with works about China, specifically regarding China's contemporary adventures in Africa.
In the very beginning of his book The Shadow of the Sun, Ryszard Kapuscinski wrote that Africa is "too large to describe. It is a veritable ocean, a separate planet, a varied, immensely rich cosmos. Only with the greatest simplification, for the sake of convenience, can we say 'Africa'. In reality, except as a geographical appellation, Africa does not exist."
So I decided to let Kapuscinski and a bunch of other writers prove that to me. I've recently finished reading The Translator (Leila Aboulela), The Orchard of Lost Souls (Nadifa Mohamed) Every Day is for the Thief (Teju Cole). All works of fiction, respectively about the Sudan (or rather more about what it's like to be from the Sudan and working as a translator in Scotland), about Somalia in the 1980s, and about Nigeria of the quite recent past.
Aside from finishing the collection of pieces in The Shadow of the Sun, I have waiting for me Martin Meredith's The Fate of Africa, a couple of books by Peter Godwin about Zimbabwe (and its longtime ruler Robert Mugabe), and some more nonfiction including Howard W. Frenchs Chinas Second Continent: How a million migrants are building a new empire in Africa.
Anyway that pile of books should scotch any binge-watching of TV series, etc., for awhile, at least I have indulged in the new release of The Jewel of the Crown later this month.