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2014 reading list roundup

January 1, 2015

The best fiction and non-fiction books I read in 2014 were:

  • Bring Up the Bodies, by Hilary Mantel.
    As good as the even denser Wolf Hall, the second in a planned series of three novels on the life of Thomas Cromwell was even more enjoyable for me than the first, probably because I’d gotten intimately familiar with Mantel’s cadence. This is a huge story told via the familiar in life, in a way that makes one wonder at the author’s virtuosity. I hate using that word. But it’s true here.
  • Can’t and Won’t, by Lydia Davis.
    I love Lydia Davis’ short short stories. This book is as strange as her oeuvre, but somehow it feels like much more is happening within the confines of her tiny stories than the number of words would seem to allow. This collection contains a few of the author’s translations of snippets from Flaubert; her choices reflect the themes of her own work perfectly. This collection is funny, sweet, and sometimes very sad.
  • Casebook, by Mona Simpson.
    I originally had difficulty getting into Casebook, and by page sixty or so I almost gave up. But something happened, and I’m not sure what. The story suddenly seeped into me. California seemed immediate and familiar, and the lives of Miles and his friend Hector, watching surreptitiously as Miles’ family falls apart, became very important to me. When the book ended, I cried, in spite of the emotional begging of the last scene. I loved this book, and it made it to my “five star shelf”, beside Stewart O’Nan, Annabel Lyon, and Herman Koch, among others.
  • Cicero, by Anthony Everitt.
    Anothony Everitt’s life of Cicero makes the orator very real and very human for a general readership. There is an introduction to late Republic Rome that is vital for anyone interested with no prior knowledge of the subject. The necessary history of the Republic vis-a-vis Julius Caesar is enlightening. This biography made me pick up Everitt’s biographies of Augustus and Hadrian.
  • In Paradise, by Peter Mathiessen.
    A novel of a group of people at retreat in Auschwitz in 1996. It seems to me this kind of thing could get maudlin and overdone very quickly. This is not such a book. It’s beautiful and sad and necessary. One of my favourites for the year.
  • Irregular Verbs, by Matthew Johnson.
    Absolutely one of my favourites for the year. What a wonderful and strange collection of stories. Here is fantasy, science fiction, and magic realism, imagined history as realized as Tolkien’s, stories from far countries that exist and that don’t. I can’t believe one person can write in as many varied ways as Matthew Johnson can. These aren’t genre stories, either. These stories are to make you laugh, to make you sad, to make you think about what the universe could be like, what we could be like. This was better than Hellgoing for me, which I also read in 2014 and which won the Giller in 2013. These stories were published elsewhere (I remember reading The Coldest War in Analog magazine years ago), but I want more in book form. What must a Matthew Johnson novel be like?
  • Summer House with Swimming Pool, by Herman Koch.
    This is another book featuring Herman Koch’s speciality: the aloof and slightly disturbed narrator. This time, he is a doctor with an uncouth boor of an actor for a friend (who coincidentally plays Augustus on TV), whose death he seems implicated in at the novel’s start. In flashback, the respective families vacation at the titular house, and the novel is replete with bad people doing nasty things. But there is a turning loveliness inside it all, revealed in unlikely ways: Marc is silently enraged by his wife telling him how to drive, but also by the plight of an unattended donkey left in the sun at a petting zoo. The humour is of course searing and hilarious, also a Koch specialty. I have read that some consider this book misogynistic. This is a gross error on the part of those readers, who are likely thrown by the overall nastiness of the first-person narrator, and who have been taken in by the very device used to make the story worthwhile. In fact, this book and this story are the opposite of misogynistic. This is better than The Dinner.

In 2014, I abandoned the following books, not able to finish them because life is too short to read what you do not love:

  • The Bear, by Claire Cameron.
    I almost made it, but it clanged one too many times and I gave up.
  • The Boy Who Drew Monsters by Keith Donohue.
  • Hair Side, Flesh Side, by Helen Marshall.
    Much had been made of this collection of nouveau horror realism, and I looked forward to it. I didn’t make it much past a third of the way in. In books, writing is very important. This book had words in it and they made stories. Of the writing I cannot say. This is the exact opposite of North American Lake Monsters by Nathan Ballingrud, which is a collection of very creepy and believable nouveau horror written beautifully.
  • Texas, by Claudio Gaudio. This was recommended to me via Twitter by an editor at Descant Magazine because I mentioned I loved David Markson’s Wittgenstein’s Mistress. Though I was tactful on Twitter and thankful for the recommendation, there is no comparison to be made. This book strives for the kind of topical stream-of-consciousness import of Hermann Broch (and Ghalib Islam?), but becomes repetitive and impenetrable. Made it more than half way, but just couldn’t do it.

Other books I read in 2014 and which I liked were:

  • 10% Happier, by Dan Harris.
    Nightline personality Dan Harris had an on-air meltdown after flirting with crack and living off the highs of his career. He turned to vipassana meditation (called “insight mediation”), and changed his life.
  • All Saints, by K. D. Miller.
    I reviewed this book here.
  • Brain on Fire, by Susannah Cahalan.
  • Drunk Mom, by Jowita Bydlowska.
  • Free WillLying, The Moral Landscape, and Waking Up, all four by Sam Harris (who turns out to be a friend of the aforementioned Dan Harris, and who has cited 10% Happier as the best introduction to Waking Up).
  • Hellgoing, by Lynn Coady.

Other books I read include The Faithful Executioner, by Joel F. Harrington (which seemed too padded to recommend), Mr. Mercedes and Revival by Stephen King, both good King staples but, after all, junk food for the brain, The Rise and Fall of Great Powers by Tom Rachman (which was good but ultimately frustrated me to no end), and The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion.

My least favourite book read in 2014 was Close Your Eyes, Hold Hands, by Chris Bohjalian.

My favourite non-fiction book read in 2014 was Cicero, by Anthony Everitt. My favourite fiction book read in 2014 was Casebook, by Mona Simpson, followed very closely by Matthew Johnson’s collection Irregular Verbs.

2013 reading list roundup

January 15, 2014

Of the fiction and non-fiction books I read in 2013, the best were:

  • The Book of My Lives, by Aleksander Hemon.
    A memoir concerning soccer, Sarajevo, important dogs, inflatable aliens, and heartbreak. The best non-fiction I read in 2013, close to the best book of the year for me.
  • Last Night at the Lobster, by Stewart O’Nan.
    My introduction to Stewart O’Nan was The Night Country. It was shelved in the horror section of The World’s Biggest Bookstore in Toronto, near the Stephen Kings, so I picked it up. I was blown away by it, having expected something much different. Last Night at the Lobster is a beautiful book. It’s intimate, spare, simple, and deeply recognizable. One of my favourite books. (Ever.)
  • Levels of Life, by Julian Barnes.
    This is Julian Barnes’ memoir of mourning, written after having lost his wife to cancer. The first half concerns ballooning in the nineteenth century and a doomed antique love. The second relates the nuances of grief, the silent outrage at thoughtless friends, the delivery to a state of mind where suicide or carrying on are both banal choices.
  • Schroder, by Amity Gaige.
    The “unreliable narrator” is drawn well in this novel based on the life of Christian Gerhartsreiter. Amity Gaige is the kind of writer that isn’t afraid to repeat a sentence of four monosyllabic words over the course of almost four full pages. That I read every instance of that sentence means something. (It could possibly mean I have OCD.) It reminded me of Zsuzsi Gartner’s book of short stories: punchy and daring and sad.
  • Stoner, by John Williams.
    I reviewed this book here.
  • The Sweet Girl, by Annabel Lyon.
    Almost as good as The Golden Mean. Still as beautiful and lightly done.
  • Swimming Studies, by Leanne Shapton.
    A strange and lovely book by a lifelong swimmer, including photos and art. I was deeply struck by nostalgia while I read this book, though my experience of swimming is not the same.

Other books I read in 2013 that were excellent were:

  • Born with a Tooth and The Orenda, by Joseph Boyden.
  • Cosmo, by Spencer Gordon.
    In spite of a story that seemed to be nothing more than an exercise in mining pop culture biography from Wikipedia, I thought this was an excellent collection. Especially good was “This Is Not an Ending”.
  • The Dinner, by Herman Koch.
  • Farther Away, by Jonathan Franzen.
    A fantastic collection of essays. Who knew Jonathan Franzen loved birds so much? (Not me, until I read this.)
  • The Humans, by Matt Haig.
    Not without its flaws, but lovely nonetheless.
  • Oh, My Darling, by Shaena Lambert.
    The best collection of shorts I read in 2013. Some stories, such as “Crow Ride”, were astounding.
  • Ru, by Kim Thúy.
    A memoir of Vietnam and Quebec.
  • Speedboat, by Renata Adler.
    Hilarious and remote, almost stream-of-consciousness. Chilly and brilliant.
  • Wolf Hall, by Hilary Mantel.
    The first in the series on Thomas Cromwell, dense and rewarding when closely read.

Other non-fiction books I read were Bird by Bird, by Anne Lamott; Diary of a Man in Despair, by Friedrich Reck; Heinrich Himmler, by Peter Longerich; Landscapes of the Metropolis of Death, by Otto Dov Kulka; Night, by Elie Wiesel; and Spandau: The Secret Diaries, by Albert Speer.

Other fiction books I read were Doctor Sleep and Joyland, by Stephen King; The Douglas Notebooks, by Christine Eddie; Little Wolves, by Thomas Maltman; North American Lake Monsters, by Nathan Ballingrud; The Ocean at the End of the Lane, by Neil Gaiman; and The Testament of Mary, by Colm Tóibín.

My least favourite book read in 2013 was The Douglas Notebooks, by Christine Eddie.

My favourite non-fiction book read in 2013 was The Book of My Lives, by Aleksander Hemon. My favourite fiction book read in 2013 was Last Night at the Lobster, by Stewart O’Nan.