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Clinging to Books: Reading List 2012


A bright and happy New Year., Digital ID 1588112, New York Public Library

During my vacation from the library, between Christmas and New Year's Day, I learned a remarkable lesson. You can get along very well without NEWS. For a full week, I entered a blissfully news-free vacuum. No NPR; no relentless checking of Google News; no Sunday New York Times beyond Arts and Leisure and the Book Review. I didn't care if it was the twenty-first century or the fifteenth. Without that drumbeat of doom in my head all the time, I could focus on what was really important: family, friends, dining, museums, and music.

Since winter is my favorite time of year, I spent lots of time just walking in the crisp, cleansing air through the burnished wintry light. And, of course, there were books. Books help me define specific moments; I can often invoke a particular episode in my life just by remembering the book I happened to be reading at the time. This Christmas, I received The Library of America edition of Edith Wharton's Novellas and Other Writings, a gratifyingly plump volume which beguiled any number of well-spent hours. Now, sadly, with the new year, I've already started to feel the pull of media-saturation, but I'm still fighting to resist it, still clinging to my own bookish private space.

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For the love of books; the adventures of an impecunious collector.,For the love of books., Digital ID 1103855 , New York Public Library

Since you happen to be on the website of the New York Public Library, there is a good chance that you share my loyalty to books. We like the look of them, the heft of them in our hands, the relationship we establish with books as physical objects. Our walls are lined with them; and when we don't find a particular title on our shelves, we go to the library and seek it out. We few, we brave few, we band of brothers (and sisters), cling to books and reading like a lifeline. In the silent communion between author and reader, we find one of the few modes of authenticity still available.

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The early part of my reading year was saturated with the Brontë sisters: Charlotte, Emily, and Anne. (This was in preparation for a presentation, The Passionate Brontës, which I will be giving again on March 22.) The year ended with a great swath of Edith Wharton — a fresh enthusiasm which has continued into 2013. Since I am planning a talk on the life of Wharton for this coming fall, I read her three most highly-regarded works in quick succession, an experience of profound intensity. The Custom of the Country is a fierce satire whose principal character, Undine Spragg, is probably the least likeable woman in all fiction; The Age of Innocence, which won the Pulitzer Prize, is perhaps the deepest, richest, and most affecting of all her works; but, if called on to choose a favorite (which thankfully I am not), I would pick The House of Mirth, specifically because Lily Bart is Wharton's most appealing and desirable character, and I fell quite in love with her, which made her downfall so much more wrenching. How far I get with Wharton's lesser known books before the fall presentation remains to be seen. While the Brontës collectively produced only seven novels and a small collection of poems, Wharton is credited with forty-eight published volumes.

Edith (Newbold Jones) Wharton, 1862, Digital ID 102809, New York Public Library

Much of my immersion in both the Brontës and Wharton has actually consisted of rereading. One of the amazing things about novels is how they can be reanimated again and again so that every reading of, say, Wuthering Heights or The House of Mirth becomes a unique experience. (Sometimes I suspect a novel isn't really read the first time; it's only on going back that you start to mine its language and subtleties and see it as a whole piece.) Rereading aside, this was a year when I discovered many notable new literary novels. Some I have dealt with in an earlier post (July 11, 2012). Here are four favorites from the second half of the year:

Bring up the Bodies picks up where Hilary Mantel's previous Wolf Hall left off, but it can also be read independently. Although the story of the downfall of Henry VIII's second wife, Anne Boleyn, is familiar and the outcome inevitable, this fictional account is charged with suspense. Henry's chief minister, Thomas Cromwell, is the principal schemer in the plot to overthrow the queen and make room for her successor. While the novel's sixteenth century setting seems authentic, it also has a curiously contemporary feeling. Henry's willful royal demands and Cromwell's ruthless maneuvering are clearly evocative of today's politics and the people who rule us.

The opening lines of Richard Ford's Canada are irresistible: "First, I'll tell you about the robbery our parents committed, then about the murders, which happened later." In Great Falls in 1960, events have spun out of control for sixteen year old Dell Parsons. One bad move has snowballed into another, his parents have been jailed for robbing a bank, and he is forced to seek refuge across the border in Canada. There, Dell is left in the care of his eccentric uncle, who operates a small hotel on the lonely prairie and seems to be harboring dark secrets of his own. Reading the first half of this novel was propulsive; I couldn't turn the pages fast enough. The second is slower and more meditative, but also more deeply disturbing, and it all ends on a note of graphic violence.

The Swedish novelist Henning Mankell's crime novels featuring Kurt Wallander are among my favorites, and none of their television adaptations, either the Swedish or the British versions, do them justice. Mankell also writes provocative and unusual literary novels. The Shadow Girls, recently released in the United States, is the story of a moderately acclaimed but low-selling Swedish poet whose publisher begins to insist that he write a popular crime novel to survive (you have to wonder how much of this might be autobiographical). Scenes involving the poet and his mother, his duplicitous stockbroker, and his girlfriend who has grown tied of waiting for a commitment are hilarious, with dialogue that might be out of a play by Pinter or Ionesco. In his travels, however, the poet encounters and becomes obsessed by three young immigrant women, the shadow girls, whose stories need to be told. He imagines at first that they might provide material for his own book; but as the heartbreaking reality of their lives emerges, he is compelled to assume a very different role.

The Great War exerts an endless fascination. I have awful, indelible pictures in my head of the trenches, the barbed wire, and the senseless charges over the top with bayonets drawn — all from fiction, poetry, movies, and television shows (Downton Abbey being the latest). Pat Barker's "Regeneration" trilogy of novels (Regeneration, The Eye in the Door, and The Ghost Road), as well as her Life Class, were among the most unforgettable portraits of that war, and Toby's Room, her latest, is a powerful complement. A group of students at the Slade School of Fine Arts in London is affected by the war in different ways, some psychologically, some physically. The central figure, Elinor Brooke, tries to push the war aside and pretend it doesn't concern her... until a telegram arrives informing her that her brother, Toby, is "Missing, Believed Killed" in Ypres. But there is no body; and when she discovers a letter to her secreted in the lining of his uniform indicating that he suspected he might not be coming back, she sets out to learn what really happened.

Mrs. Patrick Campbell, Digital ID th-00204, New York Public Library A smaller portion of my reading last year was nonfiction. My interest in Victorian theatre led me to Mrs. Pat: a Life of Mrs. Patrick Campbell. Stella Campbell was one of the two leading actresses of the day (Ellen Terry was the other), a beautiful woman with a dark and wanton look with whom most men fell in love on sight, including the usually unflappable George Bernard Shaw. I read The New Yorker Theater, a history of the long-gone movie house on the Upper West Side of Manhattan which I recall with pangs of nostalgia, and of a time when foreign films and art films in New York were taken with the utmost seriousness. Even as I sit here typing these words, I can conjure up a vision of myself in the balcony of that theatre — back in the days before the DVD — blissfully watching glorious 35mm prints of classic films from the Janus Film Festival. This year I also encountered Frank Bruni's Born Round. Bruni is currently one of the New York Times's op-ed writers, whose pieces I look forward to as a regular treat. His memoir focuses on one man's relationship to food, first as an overweight child growing up in an Italian-American family where love and overeating are virtually synonymous, and then in his later life both as a political reporter and as a restaurant reviewer, when the effort to keep off every pound is an ongoing struggle. His story is charming, sometimes laugh-out-loud funny, and threaded through with darker undercurrents about body image and addictive behavior.

This was also the year I discovered Virginia Woolf. I confess that, at one point in my life, I did not have much use for the works of Virginia Woolf. I tried to read her — and tried — mostly because I thought I should. But Mrs. Dalloway seemed too precious ("What a lark! What a plunge!"). To the Lighthouse was too confusing — who was thinking what, and why, and when was it all happening? And I never much cared whether Orlando was a man or a woman (somewhere around the middle of the novel he/she seems to change from one to the other). But in the middle of the year I casually picked up my tattered copy of Mrs. Dalloway again and started to read. The veil that had separated me from Virginia Woolf was suddenly drawn aside. Those hidden thoughts running through the course of a single day in the life of Mrs. Dalloway reveal so much more than I ever suspected. After that, I was finally able to untangle the interior lives of the British family at the core of To the Lighthouse; the language is so subtle, sharp, and beautifully drawn, I couldn't imagine what it was that put me off the first time around. As far as Orlando is concerned, while I was still shaky on the gender-bending aspect, I saw that it didn't matter, because the novel is composed of beautifully wrought sentences, pulsates with a curious sort of inner life, and is also extremely funny. I have come to regret my past lack of appreciation of Virginia Woolf, but as with life so with reading: timing is everything.

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There is a popular urban legend that librarians get to read a lot of books at work. Although we spend our days surrounded by books, the sad truth is that our reading lives are just as constrained by circumstances as everyone else's. Like you, we have to snatch little chunks of time whenever and however we can. This, then, is one librarian's personal tally of snatched moments and books read simply for his own pleasure. It is the third time I have put such a list online (also 2011 and 2010), and once again I invite you to peek over my shoulder as I look back.

January: Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë; Portrait of a Marriage, Nicol Nicolson; The Fifth Woman, Henning Mankell; Villette, Charlotte Brontë

February: Believing the Lie, Elizabeth George; Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte; Open City, Teju Cole; The Brontës: a Life in Letters, Juliet Barker; Agnes Grey, Anne Brontë

March: The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, Anne Brontë, Mrs. Pat: the Life of Mrs. Patrick Campbell, Margot Peters

April: Shirley, Charlotte Brontë; The Professor, Charlotte Brontë; The New Yorker Theater, Toby Talbot; The Buddha in the Attic, Julie Okutsa

May: The Brontës, Juliet Barker; The Limpopo Academy of Private Detection, Alexander McCall Smith; Breakdown, Sara Paretsky; The Bronte Myth, Lucasta Muiller; The Beginner's Goodbye, Anne Tyler; The Barbarian Nurseries, Hector Tobar

June: Schmidt Steps Back, Louis Begley; Charlotte Brontë: A Passionate Life, Lyndall Gordon; The Beacon, Susan Hill; Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia Woolf; Before the Poison, Peter Robinson; The Farthing House and Other Stories, Susan Hill; The Perfect Wagnerite, George Bernard Shaw; The Pyramid, Henning Mankell

July: To The Lighthouse, Virginia Woolf, The Uncoupling, Meg Wolitzer; Orlando, Virginia Woolf; The Unfinished Novel and Other Stories, Valerie Martin; Virginia Woolf, Monique Nathan; Vineyard Prey, Philip R. Craig

August: Everyman's Pocket Classics: Stories of the Sea; Collected Essays, Vol.1, Virginia Woolf; Collected Essays, Vol. 2, Virginia Woolf; Wish you Were Here, Graham Swift

September: Canada, Richard Ford; Bring up the Bodies, Hilary Mantel; The Wife, Meg Wolitzer; Born Round, Frank Bruni; The Position, Meg Wolitzer

October: A Motor-Flight Through France, Edith Wharton; The Custom of the Country, Edith Wharton; How it All Began, Penelope Lively; Toby's Room, Pat Barker; The Tempest, William Shakespeare

November: The Age of Innocence, Edith Wharton; The Round House, Louise Erdrich; The House of Mirth, Edith Wharton

December: The New Yorker Stories, Ann Beattie; Edith Wharton: A Biography, R. W. B. Lewis; The Shadow Girls, Henning Mankell; Madame de Treymes/Ethan Frome, Edith Wharton; A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens


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Thank you for sharing your

Thank you for sharing your annual reading list once again. As usual, it is most impressive. I admire the way you combine literary criticism/biography, literary novels, mystery fiction, and a smattering of non-fiction. As in the past, our reading tastes are remarkably similar. I admire Henning Mankell's literary novels even more than his mysteries, which I enjoy tremendously. I thought the Shadow Girls was both heartbreaking and hilarious. Susan Hill was a new discovery for me this year, and I am hooked on her Simon Serailler series. Pat Barker, Penelope Lively, and Anne Tyler are perennial favorites. I also took a trip down the memory lane of the Upper West Side reading about the New Yorker Theater. I hope we don't have to wait months again before your next blog post.

What A Marvelous List!

Anyone who goes through a year reading "Jane Eyre," "Wuthering Heights," and "Villette," among others, mertis mention. I go through those three every couple of years; last year was my third reading of "Villette," and I will say this--Jane may be Charlotte's most noted heroine, but Lucy is the best! An interesting mixture of the classic and contemporary. Plus Juliet Barker's wonderful biography of "The Brontes," which is definitive.

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