1001 Books Challenge – 2008

So my goal for the 1001 Books challenge is to try and read two titles per month. And in an attempt to not ensure my RRHB goes completely mad with the stacks of books consistently piling up on our shelves, I’m going to try and read the titles that I’ve already got in-house. So here’s my list for the year:

1. War and Peace by Tolstoy
Having been assigned by my creative writing teacher in a manner of speaking, the claim that it’s the most “romantic” book ever written is at stake. At 1448 pages, it’ll be almost impossible to get through. Good thing I’ve got 11 days off starting today.

2. Invisble Man by Ralph Ellison
I should have read this novel during my undergraduate American fiction class, but I never got around to it. I’ve had the novel on various bookshelves over the years and I think it’s about time I actually read the damn book.

3. The Good Soldier by Ford Madox Ford
Having read the first sentence about a dozen times over the past three years, I have to say it’s still one of the best I’ve ever read. That doesn’t mean I’ve actually found my way to the end of the book.
FINISHED JANUARY 2008

4. Blonde by Joyce Carol Oates
Something fun for the upcoming year.

5. Schooling by Heather McGowan
See #4.

6. The Sea by John Banville
Another book I’ve had on my TBR pile for quite some time.
FINISHED MARCH 21st

7. Drop City by T. Coraghessan Boyle
I picked up a copy of this at a used book store in Stratford, and although I’d never heard of T. Coraghessan Boyle before the 1001 Books list, the fact that part of the novel is set on a commune has me utterly intrigued. Who doesn’t love a good commune story?

8. Islands by Dan Sleigh
Ever since I heard our family story that my great-great grandfather went off to the Boer War and never returned, I’ve been curious about South Africa. It’s on my list of countries where I would spend two months if I got the chance to tour the world, if only to find out if the story is true, and this epic novel seems a good place to start.

9. July’s People by Nadine Gordimer
Speaking of South Africa, another novel that’s been on my TBR pile for years, I’ve already half-finished it twice. This is the year to get to the last page.
FINISHED JANUARY 2, 2008.

10. Under the Volcano by Malcolm Lowry
Recommended by Kath as one of the greatest novels of all time (at least I think that’s what she said), I brought a lovely copy home from work, and it’s going on the list.

11. Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov
Another “as recommended by” — it’s a friend’s favourite novel.

12. Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen
Continuing my love affair with Austen, I am so happy that I’ve still got novels of hers to read.
FINISHED MARCH 2008

13. Middlemarch by George Eliot
Another giant classic. Enough said.
FINISHED DECEMBER 2008

14. Austerlitz by W. G. Sebald
I have a copy. It’s on a shelf. That’s pretty much why it’s on the list.

15. Philip Roth: The Plot Against America or American Pastoral
Both are on my 1001 Books shelf, so I’m not sure which one I’ll choose, but I’m happy to try and read either one.

16. Ulysses by James Joyce
We’ll see if I actually get through this one. We’ll see.

17. The Talented Mr. Ripley by Patricia Highsmith
I recently re-watched the movie version (it was on TMN and I wasn’t feeling well) and was surprised at how much I actually enjoyed it. I’m sure the book will be even better.

18. Sometimes a Great Notion by Ken Kesey
This book goes in the same category as The Good Soldier. I’ve stopped and started a dozen times since first picking it up in high school.

19. The Secret History by Donna Tartt
Emma at work recommends this one. Hence, it’s on the list.
FINISHED MAY 2008

20. The Quiet American by Graham Greene
This is for my 1001 Books club.
FINISHED FEBRUARY 2008

21. The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton
Who doesn’t love a good Wharton (it took my fancy; see below)
FINISHED APRIL 2008

22. Hunger by Knut Hamsun
The fancy struck me.
FINISHED NOVEMBER 2008

23. Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh
Again, the fancy struck me.
FINISHED NOVEMBER 2008

24. A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens
Because it was just that time of year.
FINISHED DECEMBER 2008

25. Choke by Chuck Palahniuk
Because there’s a movie.
FINISHED DECEMBER 2008.

And that leaves a few more titles to be determined over the next few months if something simply takes my fancy.

The running tally: 161

Reading Resolutions

Now that I’ve got a glorious 11 days off and absolutely no freelance to do, I can actually start thinking about what kind of reading resolutions to tackle for 2008. I read 32 of my Around the World in 52 Books, and would have made it through more if my work reading hadn’t filled up so much of my spare time. I added 13 more titles to the 1001 Books challenge, which brings me up to 145, which means I’m slowly but surely getting to my goal of maybe reading half the list in my lifetime.

I think I will surely update my Around the World in 52 Books for 2008, include an across Canada challenge, make a list of the 1001 books I’d like to tackle, and try to finish some of the great big books, like War and Peace, which I started yesterday — 4 chapters down, hundreds more to go. Goodness, I really don’t like long books.

So, lots more to come as I compile my lists over the next few days.

#81 – Mudbound

I set out wanting to love Hillary Jordan’s novel, Mudbound, for one simple reason: the cover art is deliciously beautiful. The story of an almost-spinster, Laura, who marries late in life (at the ghastly age of 31), and soon finds herself on a mudbound farm in the Mississippi Delta caring for a cantankerous, racist father-in-law, a broken drunk of a beautiful brother-in-law, as well as her husband and two daughters.

Torn apart by two wars, Laura’s husband, Henry, having endured the First World War, and his brother Jamie barely escaping the Second, the family tries to hold itself together in the face of adversity. It’s always been Henry’s dream to have land, and so when he buys a farm in the Delta and announces that’s where they’re all moving, Laura tries her best to remain positive and supportive. But when tragedy after tragedy forces them to live in the broken-down farmhouse with no indoor plumbing or running water, the true natures of everyone involved soon becomes apparent, which sets the story on its inevitable course.

Being a landowner means taking responsibility for the share croppers, and Henry, while fair, isn’t one to rock the boat. Legions of racism, deeply embedded in the small-town South, cause all kinds of problems that are exacerbated by the return of Ronsel, a Sergeant in the Black Panther tank brigade, he’s the eldest son of Henry’s best farmer, Hap. When Ronsel and Jamie forge a clapped together friendship shook out over the lid of a bottle, the entire community turns against them, and it’s this relationship that truly propels the conflict in the story.

Tragic, sad, moving, and inevitable, the novel captured my attention from its first page and I didn’t put it down. It’s one of those “read the whole book in one shot” kind of novels, and I highly recommend it.

#80 – Now You See Him

Eli Gottlieb’s new novel Now You See Him, which I read in ARC format, comes with a note from the publisher that says, “I simply ‘couldn’t put it down’ — and you won’t be able to either.” And while I would agree that it’s a literary page-turner, an elusive form of the popular novel that’s so hard to get right (see Laura Lippman’s excellent What the Dead Know as an almost perfect example), I’m not sure it’s 100% effective all the way through.

The first two-thirds of the novel, where it deals with the untimely murder-suicide of Rob Castor, a writer from Monarch, New York who killed his ex-girlfriend, Kate Pierce, before taking his own life, are quite good. Told from the perspective of Rob’s best friend Nick Framingham, whose having a hell of a time reconciling the absence of such a fury of a man from his life, the novel unravels layers and layers of untold stories, family secrets and hints to the obsessive nature of the crime. The novel rips along and I was quite taken by Nick’s mid-life crisis.

But somewhere in the middle it gets kind of lost, and sort of muddled. There are obvious influences on Gottlieb’s novel, namely John Irving, and if you’re a fan of the former than I have no doubt that you’d enjoy this novel. While I read the novel primarily in transit back and forth from work, it never grabbed me the way I thought it would, despite the quality of Gottlieb’s prose. And by the end, I have to admit, that I was rolling my eyes at certain plot twists towards the end, but that’s no comment on the novel, but rather my own cynical nature. We’re offering the book up in our Facebook group later next month, so I’ll be curious to see what other people think too.

Best Books of 2007

So, all tolled I think I’ve probably read about 85 books this year — the ones I haven’t counted here have been Harlequins, and mainly manuscripts, so I don’t want to review them here before they’re finished and published. So, of the 80-odd books that I’ve read this year, here are the 10 that have stood out in my mind, books that I’ve thought of again and again, and books that I’ve recommended to maybe dozens of people, maybe even gone so far as to push a copy into someone’s hands:

1. Consumption by Kevin Patterson
The very first book I finished in 2007 has resonated with me throughout the entire year. An impossibly sad yet utterly redemptive book, Patterson’s novel might be one of the great overlooked Canadian books of last year.

2. Mothers and Sons by Colm Tóibín
Of the two Colm Tóibín books I read this year, this collection of short stories took me, as I said, “completely by surprise.” They are magnificent, and I fell in love with them even more after hearing the author himself read at Harbourfront a few weeks after finishing the book.

3. Theft: A Love Story by Peter Carey
The Australian entry in my Around the World in 52 Books challenge, Carey’s latest novel might just be his best. What I wrote about the novel way back in March when I read it still stands as an apt description for how I felt about it: “Like a bucket of cold water dropped on your head on a hot day, Theft shocks you into submission with its bold, slashing strokes of brilliant prose that belt out the story.” And I’m only a little embarrassed to admit that Butcher Bones remains the one literary character that, should he have existed in real life, I would gladly sacrifice a little marital, ahem, angst for…if you catch my drift.

4 & 4.5. The Road & No Country for Old Men by Cormac McCarthy
What more needs to be said about Cormac McCarthy’s novel The Road? It transcends Oprah, won the Pulitzer, turned the words “post-apocalyptic” into watercooler conversation, and firmly established McCarthy as one of the greatest living American writers working today. None of this is surprising to a girl who includes All the Pretty Horses in the her top 10 Best Books of My Life list.

I also read McCarthy’s No Country for Old Men this year, and am calling it number 4.5, and remember that I said this at the time: “Now, as you know, I was completely captivated by The Road. But No Country For Old Men blew me away. No one writes violence like McCarthy, and turns something that’s often mocked in the popular media, or blown out in ways that ensure any impact of it gets lost between big guns and lots of useless fake punches, into literature.”

5. Run by Ann Patchett
Critics were on the fence about Patchett’s novel: EW hated it; the Globe didn’t, and so on. Many people commented on the utterly contrived nature of the story. And yet, many people fell in love with Patchett’s “snow globe”-like world within its covers. But I just adored this book from start to finish, couldn’t put it down, and cried like a baby when it ended.

6. October by Richard Wright
While not on any of the other big Canadian lists this year, Wright’s novel is probably my favourite work of Canadian fiction in 2007. Taut, blissfully traditional, canonic, and with touches of The Watch That Ends the Night, one of my all-time favs, I read this book in manuscript format on a streetcar ride home weeks after starting my new job.

7. The Accidental by Ali Smith
Another book that had tonnes of online buzz that before I finished it thought it might be slightly overrated. Boy was I wrong. It took me a couple of tries to get into it, but I am certainly glad that I did.

8. Mister Pip by Lloyd Jones
Utterly heartbreaking and stirringly original, it’s a post-colonial novel that I would have loved to have studied at university.

9. Let the Northern Lights Erase Your Name by Vendela Vida
Vendela Vida’s book entirely surprised me. From the opening pages, you think you’re reading a certain kind of novel, one that you’ve read many times before, and yet, by the end, you’re utterly convinced that it’s one of the most intriguing stories you’ve read in a long time.

10. The Gathering by Anne Enright
This novel hit me like a punch in the stomach, and I loved every word. As I said, “The narrative that spills out over the next few hundreds pages fights with itself at every turn, angry, raw, overwhelmed, Veronica [the protagonist] takes hold of what’s left of her life and shakes it, pulls all the pieces down around her and then can’t really tell how to put them back together again. In the end, I’m not clear if she has or not, but it doesn’t really matter because this book is so painfully honest about life, about family, about tragedy, that becoming ‘normal’ again isn’t much the point.”

But I’d have to say that my all-time favourite book I read all year might just have to be Per Petterson’s Out Stealing Horses. I’m pulling it out of the top 10 and saying that it’s the book that I would least recommend, but it’s the novel that I think in terms of skill, in terms of story, in terms of pure power of its prose that I adored the most out of all the books that flew past my hungry eyes this year.

And if the top 10 could include more books, I’d have to say these are my honorable mentions: Kate Sutherland’s All in Together Girls, Half a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, The Septembers of Shiraz by Dalia Sofer, and Late Nights on Air by Elizabeth Hay.

Santa, Baby!

Last Friday, before the illness felled me like a giant tree, we had our holiday party for our group. There was a Kris Kringle involved, with a limit, and while I missed the present opening part of the evening (we went to go see Christine Fellows), I did end up receiving my gift on Monday morning.

What did Santa deliver?

Only the A&E mini-series, Pride and Prejudice, starring Jennifer Ehle and Colin Firth. For those of you whose memories are as jammed full as mine, I’ll remind everyone that I caught all kinds of flack at our last sales conference for coming out on the “pro” side of the Keira Knightley / Joe Wright version. Someone out there not only remembered, but has since decided to school me by making it impossible for me not to also watch the earlier version.

I tried to convince the RRHB that we watch it last night (oh, sure, he was all in the “why don’t we watch Pride and Prejudice niceness while I was sick, but now that I’m just about back to normal, he’s no longer so inclined) to no avail. Anyway, he’s away at the beginning of January recording, so I’ll have the television all to myself, and with the writer’s strike, I’ll take the protest even one step further and cut myself off from the networks entirely.

Well, that might be a bit harsh.

But still…Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy, how exciting!

Happy Christmas to me.

Good Grief

Certainly hasn’t been the weekend I expected. We went to see Christine Fellows on Friday at the Music Gallery, and it was a lovely show, as always. I took my needle, and then we went to bed, nothing unusual, right? Until about 4 AM when I woke up and was so very sick that I proceeded to throw up once every forty-five minutes to an hour until about 2 PM the next day.

I’m still not 100% better.

It’s been years since I’ve been that sick. Sure, the occasional cold or lung infection, no biggie, I can handle it, but drop down fever so you can’t even leave your bed and feel woozy to the point you can barely stand up barfing up all kinds of gross things in your stomach, well, that’s not a way to spend the holiday season.

So, we’re quarantined.

Which is okay because it’s a snow day. And who doesn’t love a snow day? At least today I can read, I couldn’t even do that yesterday. I finished Jennifer McMahon’s new book Island of Lost Girls (#79), which comes out in May 2008, so I don’t want to say too much except I liked it, and it reminded me a lot of Laura Lippman’s What the Dead Know.

And now I have to go back to bed.

Sigh.

#79 – Pretty Little Liars

Okay, I hate secrets. I have a hard time keeping them and even harder time not knowing if someone whispers, “I have a secret.” There’s just something in me that has to know. It’s gotten much better the older I get, and obviously, I’ve learned to keep as many secrets as I’ve maybe leaked, but Sara Shepard’s book Pretty Little Liars certainly understands girls like me when it comes to the whole idea of a mystery: I simply have to know what happened and why.

For years, I’ve read the ends of mysteries half-way through. I am not unapologetic about this — I certainly know it ruins the surprise, but goodness, I just can’t help myself. I read spoilers. I know what’s about to happen on Corrie Street because, let’s refrain here, I just need to know. So you can imagine what happened when I read an entire YA novel based on the idea of secrets: I almost imploded.

Who is the mysterious “A” that keeps tormenting the girls? Why is she doing it? What happened that set the four girls apart in the beginning? There are so many mysteries and secrets running amok in this book that it’s almost impossible to keep them all straight, which is kind of half the fun. So if you’re looking for a pure guilty pleasure, I’d say give Pretty Little Liars a try. Not as addictive as The Luxe, but just as fun.

TRH Updates – December Madness

There are reasons why I hate starting every post with, “Goodness, I am so busy I barely have time to sleep these days.” Firstly, it’s boring, no one cares how busy I am. In fact, I don’t even care, and I’m the one living this manic life. Secondly, being swamped with work doesn’t count as almost every single person I know professionally and personally is in the same boat. Thirdly, I miss the comments, the emails, and frankly, the love, that I get from my blog and when I don’t post, I don’t get anything back. After all, you get back what you put out in the world, right?

So, I apologize in advance for the brief list-post detailing what’s gone on in the past few weeks. I know it’s just not the same.

1. Sales conference sucked up a good chunk of my life in the last couple weeks. However, it introduced me to Tim Winton, an Australian writer who has written a beautiful, lyrical and utterly compelling novel called Breath that I devoured in a 24-hour period (#77). It’s not coming out until next year so I won’t go into too much detail except to say that I would urge anyone and everyone to pick up his book of short stories The Turning and let me know what they think. It’s the book that’s top of my list now.

2. Another book I read before conference made me think that the subject matter of stories doesn’t matter as long as the telling is compelling. (Am I rapping? Take it to the break! Yeah.). The Art of Racing in the Rain (#78) has a dog for a protagonist. A dog obsessed with race car driving. Do you think that deterred me? No, it did not — it’s a charming, engaging and sweet book that proves, much like Friday Night Lights, the power is in the storytelling and not the subject matter. This is an interesting lesson so late in life.

3. Zesty and I went to go see Atonement. I think she had a greater emotional response to the film than I did, having read the book and remembering how heartbreaking the story ends up being. It’s a beautiful movie with an interesting soundtrack, and I think James McAvoy is simply delicious, but on the whole I’d give it a solid B, maybe moving on to B+ in certain parts. There’s a scene when Robbie’s at Dunkirk filmed in one long, gorgeous shot that truly brings home the destructive, debilitating experience for British soldiers in the Second World War. With none of the Hollywood-style American touches of huge explosions, instead showing a choir of rag-tag men battle weary and broken who are singing, the film takes a totally different point of view than that which we’re used to in terms of exploring the war.

4. Awww, Enchanted. I was so glad that Tara was home for a whirlwind weekend that we got to see this film together. It was the perfect girlie movie. Amy Adams is delightful, and will probably get nominated for an Oscar. I can take or leave McDreamy. You get the feeling that his giant head wobbles a bit from walking around with all that hairy ego.

5. Dirty Dancing: The Stage Show? So not worth the money. The Evil Empire (where we were all employed three years ago, before half of us were unceremoniously fired) Ladies and I got together for a lovely pub dinner and set out to get our hearts broken by Baby. Only it never happened. Because the show is awful. Not even good-bad like Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights which was awesomely bad, and hilarious. The stage show truly sucks, despite its lovely art direction: the dialogue is painful, the performances beyond wooden, and the leads don’t sing. In a musical. And there’s no dirty dancing except one very small part at the beginning. Trust me, it’s not worth it, even for the laughter factor (we cackled through the entire performance). It’s troublesome because we were laughing at the actors and not with them, which is never a good thing.

So that’s about it in terms of my latest cultural indulgences. Lots more to come in terms of reading challenges, my top 10 books of 2007, my top 10 movies, and all kinds of other delightful lists that I adore making. And I promise, more regular updates.

Wonder Redux

I emerged from the boardroom momentarily to get a cup of tea yesterday. We’ve been in sales conference since Sunday. Sitting, listening, laughing, joking, learning, and being overwhelmed by the sheer size of the jobs ahead of us for the next year.

When I came into my cube the hawk was soaring so close to my window that I saw the whole spread of his wings. It’s as if he knew I’d been looking out for him ever since his impressive dive last week. He flew by at the one moment I had in my day to actually see him simply to remind me there’s a whole world moving at a pace entirely different then the click of a PowerPoint presentation.