Books Read, 2007
61. In The Company Of The Courtesan - Sarah Dunant
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I must've been in an unusually amiable reading mood this year. There were only 4 books that I really didn't care for, but went ahead and dragged myself to the finish line, anyway.
On The Road - Jack Kerouac [It was OK during the stretches that Dean Moriarty wasn't in it, but alas, he's one of the main characters]
Who Put That Hair In My Toothbrush? - Jerry Spinnelli [Tedious and badly dated Young Adult fiction]
The Secret Life Of Bees - Sue Monk Kidd [I gagged on the sappy mixture of sweetness, sisterhood and soap opera]
The Witch Of Portobello -Paulo Coelho[I traded it in at the bookstore as soon as I finished, but my resentment still smolders. Even now, almost 6 months later, I still glare at copies of it and even thumped one reproachfully. Cardboard characters spouting New-Age-y platitudes! It's put me off trying anymore Paulo Coelho for good]
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[Practically everyone else has done this list, so I thought I'd give it a go. I bolded the books I've read, and added comments. I'm so glad Ayn Rand isn't on this list! How did I get so lucky?]
1. Margaret Mitchell, Gone With the Wind
2. Anne Rice, Interview With the Vampire
3. Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
4. Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
5. Virginia Woolf, The Waves
6. Virginia Woolf, Orlando [re: the other 3 Virginia Woolf reads -- it was a Bloomsbury class, OK? I'm not that intellectual or high-strung or anything]
7. Djuna Barnes, Nightwood [I really want to read this book]
8. Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth [Wharton had me at Ethan Frome, but this is the book that convinced me that she was a master]
9. Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence [I want to read it. Saw the movie]
10. Edith Wharton, Ethan Frome
11. Radclyffe Hall, The Well of Loneliness [Definitely want to read]
12. Nadine Gordimer, Burger’s Daughter
13. Harriette Simpson Arnow, The Dollmaker [I was surprised to see this book on the list; it seems to be an often-overlooked classic. If you find it, grab it and read it. You won't be sorry]
14. Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale
15. Willa Cather, My Ántonia [I may have read this, but it would've been before 1993, when I began keeping track, so I don't remember]
16. Erica Jong, Fear of Flying
17. Erica Jong, Fanny [I had kind of an Erica Jong thing going on in my mid-to-late teens]
18. Joy Kogawa, Obasan
19. Doris Lessing, The Golden Notebook
20. Doris Lessing, The Fifth Child
21. Doris Lessing, The Grass Is Singing [I want to read this]
22. Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
23. Marge Piercy, Woman on the Edge of Time
24. Jane Smiley, A Thousand Acres
25. Lore Segal, Her First American [I've never heard of this book or author. Off to Amazon to investigate]
26. Alice Walker, The Color Purple
27. Alice Walker, The Third Life of Grange Copeland [Want to read]
28. Marion Zimmer Bradley, The Mists of Avalon
29. Muriel Spark, Memento Mori
30. Muriel Spark, The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie [I've never read any Muriel Spark. Guilt feelings abound]
31. Dorothy Allison, Bastard Out of Carolina
32. Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea [I like her other novels like Good Morning, Midnight better]
33. Susan Fromberg Shaeffer, Anya
34. Cynthia Ozick, Trust
35. Amy Tan, The Joy Luck Club
36. Amy Tan, The Kitchen God’s Wife
37. Ann Beattie, Chilly Scenes of Winter
38. Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God [I don't know why I haven't gotten around to this!]
39. Joan Didion, A Book of Common Prayer [I may have read this, but don't remember. Want to read]
40. Joan Didion, Play It as It Lays
41. Mary McCarthy, The Group
42. Mary McCarthy, The Company She Keeps [Want to read]
43. Grace Paley, The Little Disturbances of Man
44. Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
45. Carson McCullers, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter [And the movie's damn good, too. What a career Sondra Locke could've had!]
46. Elizabeth Bowen, The Death of the Heart [Want to read]
47. Flannery O’Connor, Wise Blood [See Muriel Spark comment]
48. Mona Simpson, Anywhere But Here
49. Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon
50. Toni Morrison, Beloved
51. Stella Gibbons, Cold Comfort Farm [Definitely want to read!]
52. Sylvia Townsend Warner, Mr. Fortune’s Maggot
53. Katherine Anne Porter, Ship of Fools [I've read everything else by her except this...WTH?]
54. Laura Riding, Progress of Stories [Not familiar with this author]
55. Ruth Prawer Jhabvala, Heat and Dust
56. Penelope Fitzgerald, The Blue Flower [Want to read]
57. Isabel Allende, The House of the Spirits
58. A.S. Byatt, Possession
59. Pat Barker, The Ghost Road
60. Rita Mae Brown, Rubyfruit Jungle
61. Anita Brookner, Hotel du Lac
62. Angela Carter, Nights at the Circus
63. Daphne Du Maurier, Rebecca
64. Katherine Dunn, Geek Love
65. Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle [I'm so happy to see this book on the list! I champion it at every available opportunity!]
66. Barbara Pym, Excellent Women [I was on a Barbara Pym kick in the late 80s, but that was before I was keeping lists of what I read, so I don't remember if I read it or not. Want to read]
67. Leslie Marmon Silko, Ceremony
68. Anne Tyler, Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant [YES YES YES!!! Tyler's opinion is that this is her best book, and I staunchly agree, although I love just about everything she's written]
69. Anne Tyler, The Accidental Tourist [Wonderful book]
70. Nancy Willard, Things Invisible to See
71. Jeanette Winterson, Sexing the Cherry
72. Lynne Sharon Schwartz, Disturbances in the Field [I checked it out from the library once, but couldn't get it read before the due date & never got back to it. Want to read]
73. Rosellen Brown, Civil Wars
74. Harriet Doerr, Stones for Ibarra
75. Jean Stafford, The Mountain Lion [Her collected short stories are her best work, but this short novel showcases her talents perfectly, unlike her bloated and reader-unfriendly but bestselling first novel, Boston Adventure]
76. Stevie Smith. Novel on Yellow Paper [I've heard about this book for years, but have never actually seen a copy in all my years of searching. A definite want-to-read]
77. E. Annie Proulx, The Shipping News
78. Rebecca Goldstein, The Mind-Body Problem [REALLY surprised to see this book. Good stuff]
79. P.D. James, The Children of Men
80. Ursula Hegi, Stones From the River
81. Fay Weldon, The Life and Loves of a She-Devil
82. Katherine Mansfield, Collected Stories
83. Rebecca Harding Davis, Life in the Iron Mills [Want to read]
84. Louise Erdrich, The Beet Queen [I may have read this. I forgot]
85. Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness [My poor first husband, Manfred, Sr. He tried in vain to get me to read this novel, one of his favorites. I kept resisting because it was SF. I regret that now, and resolve to read the novel if I run across a copy]
86. Edna O’Brien, The Country Girls Trilogy
87. Margaret Drabble, Realms of Gold
88. Margaret Drabble, The Waterfall [I really didn't like this novel. I'd rather have the time back that I spent reading it]
89. Dawn Powell, The Locusts Have No King [I read Angels On Toast and really liked that, so I'd read this novel without hesitation]
90. Marilyn French, The Women’s Room [I read this when I was 16 and was horrified. I wonder what I'd think of it now, 30 years down the road]
91. Eudora Welty, The Optimist’s Daughter
92. Carol Shields, The Stone Diaries
93. Jamaica Kincaid, Annie John
94. Tillie Olsen, Tell Me a Riddle
95. Gertrude Stein, The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas
96. Iris Murdoch, A Severed Head [See comment about Muriel Spark]
97. Anita Desai, Clear Light of Day
98. Alice Hoffman, The Drowning Season [I read Blue Diary and Here On Earth, but I'm not sure Alice Hoffman is my cup of tea]
99. Sue Townsend, The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole [Really funny]
100. Penelope Mortimer, The Pumpkin Eater [Want to read]
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I hate giving up on books, and I hate admitting it all the more. There's all that guilt. It was MY fault. Not the writer's. (The only exception to this was when I failed to finish Atlas Shrugged back in 2005. Ayn Rand takes all the blame for that one. If she weren't dead, I'd call her up and yell at her.)
Since I'm such a big fan of Nancy Pearl's and she doesn't hesitate to admit that she doesn't finish books, I've decided to get over it and announce my unfinished business right here. These are the 3 books I gave up on in 2007: (I'm pretty sure there won't be any more DNFs; I like everything I'm reading, and that'll take me up to the end of the year.)
1. Daisy Fay And The Miracle Man - Fannie Flagg [I really liked Fannie Flagg on Match Game and I think it's really cool that she and Rita Mae Brown were once close friends, but this first novel of hers just didn't do anything for me. The narrator's voice seems so thin and monotonous. I was dying for an aspirin by the time I quit on page 132.]
2. Skinny Bitch - Kim Barnouin and Rory Freedman [Please believe me; I didn't pick up this book because Posh Spice was seen carrying it around. I had no idea. I just liked the title. Obviously I wasn't offended by the bad language and verbal abuse as some readers were; what bugged me were the lists and lists AND lists of name-brand organic food that would be almost impossible to find outside of NYC or LA. I took Skinny Bitch to book group a couple of months ago and begged someone to take it. Liz kindly complied, and reported back that she was offended by the language.]
3. The Master And Margarita - Mikhail Bulgakov [I'm not much of a fan of Russian literature or magical realism, and when you put 'em together...not my cup of borscht. I really really REALLY did try to finish this novel, however, but finally admitted defeat about 110 pages from the end. Gotta lotta guilt here; this feels like MY fault. After giving up, it felt as if 20 points had been deducted from my IQ. I had to keep asking myself, "What would Nancy Pearl do?" To end with an almost-non sequitur, I'd like to say that if they ever make a movie of this book, Ian McShane should play the devil.]
I shouldn't feel so uncomfortable about admitting my DNFs, but there it is. I hope I won't have any in 2008.
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I tried to resist -- I really did, but it was futile. I love graphic novels! Here's my list:
1. Maus - Art Spiegelman
2. Blankets -Craig Thompson
3. Jimmy Corrigan: The Smartest Kid On Earth - Chris Ware
4. American Splendor: Unsung Hero - Harvey Pekar and David Collier
5. Dykes To Watch Out For - Alison Bechdel
6. Ethel and Ernest: A True Story - Raymond Briggs
7. The Snowman - Milo Manara
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Goodbye final exams, and hello long weekend! I went to Seoul on Sunday for book group, where we discussed A Thousand Splendid Suns, which everyone seemed to enjoy. Dazzled by how beautifully the author wove 40+ years of Afghanistan's history into the saga of two families, I'm recommending this book without reservation. I'm eager to read The Kite Runner as well.
Veronica was sick and couldn't make the meeting, but even though she was feeling cruddy, she must have had some sense of satisfaction that as BOOKLEAVES' founder, she's created something beautiful and viable and enduring that doesn't require her actual presence. (Although we missed her like hell!)
Speaking of creative and bookloving, this was Aaron's last meeting because he's headed back to Canada. Bummed about leaving book group but undaunted, he immediately started up a book discussion group on Facebook called Bookin' Around. Aaron's a big Douglas Coupland fan, so the first book he selected is All Families Are Psychotic. I joined his group of course, so I must find this novel and add to my dangerously tall TBR stack. Damn thing's gonna avalanche one of these nights, and I'll be a goner. Oh well. There are worse ways to go. Meanwhile: O Canada!
[I have to stop and ask myself: Why didn't I just start up a book group of my own in Gumi? Wouldn't that have been brave of me? Instead, I bleated piteously in the wilderness for nearly 2.5 frickin' years! Of course, all that bleating and waiting has resulted in a happy ending, but still...]
After book group in Gangnam, I headed back to Itaewon where Mr. Bybee was patiently waiting. After dinner at a Mexican restaurant (wonderful, but small portions) we headed up "Hooker Hill" towards What The Book?
Guess who I ran into? Aaron! (Before you exclaim, "What a small world!", I should explain that Aaron and I rode the subway together from Gangnam to Itaewon.) During the subway ride, we'd talked Canadian books and authors, and I mentioned that I wanted to read A Complicated Kindness by Miriam Toews, an author from Manitoba. Aaron had spotted this novel a few moments before I arrived at What The Book? and when he saw me, he plucked it from the shelves triumphantly. So that was my purchase for the evening...except a Men's Health magazine for CanadaBoy. (Are you picking up on a pattern in this post? O Canada! ...My Canada???)
The big surprise of the night came from Mr. Bybee. Get this: HE BOUGHT A NOVEL! This is decidedly untypical behavior. I never thought I'd live to see the day. He could've knocked me over with a feather...okay, enough cliches and suspense. He bought The Assassination Of Jesse James By The Coward Robert Ford by Ron Hansen. I'm sure that the selling point was the faux aged and grainy photo of Brad Pitt and Casey Affleck on the cover. I read this novel last year, and it's about as close to nonfiction as you're gonna get, but the fact remains: Mr. Bybee has crossed over! He is no longer 100% Mr. Nonfiction!
Before leaving What The Book? I ordered You Suck: A Love Story by Christopher Moore, which is the book for our January 20th meeting. I've never read any Moore, but Catherine and Aaron are enthusiastic about his writing. That's good enough for me. The book for the January 6 meeting is Water For Elephants, which I can't seem to stop referring to incorrectly as Like Water For Elephants. Whatever its title, I can't help feeling that I'm going to love this book. I'd better get busy, though. With preparing final grades and doing camps during December, tempus will be fugiting big time!
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Yes, I'm happy. Extremely pleased. Today I got word from John, a blog reader that seems to share my Don Robertson obsession, that The Greatest Thing Since Sliced Bread will be re-released in paperback on April 22, 2008!
http://www.amazon.com/Greatest-Thing-Since-Sliced-Bread/dp/0061452963/ref=sr_oe_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1196695218&sr=1-1
Maybe it's too much to hope for, but if The Greatest Thing Since Sliced Bread does well, (and why wouldn't it do well? It's terrific!) perhaps Harper will come out with the other two books in the Morris Bird III trilogy, The Sum And Total Of Now and The Greatest Thing That Almost Happened.
If you've read this book and enjoyed it, please talk it up in your blog. If you haven't, keep an eye out this upcoming year for one of the finest coming-of-age stories you'll ever read.
I see good things ahead: Don Robertson will be discovered by a whole new generation of readers and he'll get his own Wikipedia entry. Libraries will order the novel instead of sticking it on the discard table, and Clevelanders who have been like "Don who?" will suddenly regain their memories and be able to knowledgably discuss their hometown author and one of the great literary characters of the 20th century set against the backdrop of their own city. It's about damn time!
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...It must have been the early 80's, because I was an English major undergrad once again. I was at one of the many parties we had, and someone asked what I thought of Shelley. That this person (male or female, I don't know) liked him was obvious, because they started quoting his poetry, and just wouldn't stop. I tried to change the subject. No luck. I got To A Skylark. I got Ozymandias. Finally, I said, "Well, you know, Shelley WAS kind of an asshole..." It worked. While my fellow party goer looked on, horrified but silent, I started reciting the facts that I could remember from Shelley's biography. He'd just run off with Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin when I woke up...
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