Reading – a year in review, 2012

2012 was a very good year for reading. I discovered new authors whose work I enjoyed: Tove Jansson, Richard Ford, Susanna Clarke, Colm Tóibín. The book club whose meetings I attend continued to give satisfaction. I reread a few favourite novels. And I discovered some new favourites.  I also wrote short reviews of each book I read this past year and posted them on LibraryThing, a few of which I re-posted here on this blog. I’ll continue with that in the year ahead.

Stats from my 2012 reading list:

  • 30 were borrowed from our public library
  • 15 have Canadian authors
  • 21 were chosen due to personal recommendations from friends
  • 11 are by authors who appear more than once on the 2012 list
  • 2 were being reread
  • 3 were read aloud by my wife and me
  • 22 are non-fiction

Books read in 2012 (88):

  • Proust, Marcel. In Search of Lost Time: volume 2, Within a Budding Grove
  • Baker, Nicholson. Vox
  • Fish, Stanley. How to Write a Sentence and How to Read One
  • Watson, Mark. Eleven
  • Graff, Gerald and Birkenstein, Cathy. They Say / I Say: The Moves That Matter in Persuasive Writing
  • Murakami, Haruki. Sputnik Sweetheart
  • Nussbaum, Martha C. Poetic Justice: The Literary Imagination and Public Life
  • Tóibín, Colm. Brooklyn
  • Oatley, Keith. Such Stuff as Dreams: The Psychology of Fiction
  • Roth, Philip. American Pastoral
  • Smiley, Jane. 13 Ways of Looking at the Novel
  • Stein, Sol. How to Grow a Novel: The Most Common Mistakes Writers Make and How to Overcome Them
  • Clarke, Susanna. Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
  • Cossé, Laurence. A Novel Bookstore
  • Egan, Jennifer. A Visit From the Goon Squad
  • Austen, Jane. Sense and Sensibility
  • Clarke, Susanna. The Ladies of Grace Adieu and other stories
  • Spurling, Hilary. Matisse: the life
  • Babbitt, Susan E. Impossible Dreams: Rationality, Integrity, and Moral Imagination
  • Stock, Brian. Ethics Through Literature: Ascetic and Aesthetic Reading in Western Culture
  • Morrison, Toni. Playing in the Dark: Whiteness and the Literary Imagination
  • Morrison, Toni. Beloved
  • Moore, Lisa. February
  • Jansson, Tove. Fair Play
  • Pym, Barbara. The Sweet Dove Died
  • Lapeña, Shari. Happiness Economics
  • Barnes, Julian. The Sense of an Ending
  • MacLeod, Alexander (compiler), Pick, Alison (compiler), and Selecky, Sarah (compiler). The Journey Prize Stories 23
  • Moore, Lorrie. A Gate at the Stairs
  • Patchett, Ann. State of Wonder
  • Jansson, Tove. The Summer Book
  • Fish, Stanley. Save the World on Your Own Time
  • Currie, Gregory. Narratives and Narrators: A Philosophy of Stories
  • Goldie, Peter. On Personality
  • Iyer, Lars. Dogma
  • Tournier, Michel. Vendredi ou La Vie sauvage
  • Yoshimoto, Banana. Asleep
  • Grossman, Lev. The Magicians
  • Poulin, Jacques. Mister Blue
  • Shields, Carol. Jane Austen
  • Grossman, Lev. The Magician King
  • Stewart, Trenton Lee. The Extraordinary Education of Nicholas Benedict
  • Sileika, Antanas. Underground
  • Murakami, Haruki. The Elephant Vanishes
  • Hedges, Peter. The Heights
  • Rosoff, Meg. How I Live Now
  • Hample, Zack. Watching Baseball Smarter
  • Mandanna, Sarita. Tiger Hills
  • Benioff, David. City of Thieves
  • Donoghue, Emma. Room
  • Calvino, Italo. Why Read The Classics?
  • Mars-Jones, Adam. Noriko Smiling
  • Lee, Harper. To Kill A Mockingbird
  • Tyler, Anne. The Beginner’s Goodbye
  • Jansson, Tove. A Winter Book
  • Prose, Francine. My New American Life
  • Cascardi, Anthony J. (ed.) Literature and the Question of Philosophy
  • Brontë, Charlotte. Jane Eyre
  • Perkins-Valdez, Dolen. Wench
  • St. John Mandel, Emily. The Lola Quartet
  • Brontë, Emily. Wuthering Heights
  • Lamott, Anne. Bird By Bird
  • Jansson, Tove. The True Deceiver
  • Hough, Robert. Dr. Brinkley’s Tower
  • Baker, Nicholson. The Way the World Works
  • McEwan, Ian. Sweet Tooth
  • Saunders, George. In Persuasion Nation
  • Ford, Richard. The Sportswriter
  • Henderson, Eleanor. Ten Thousand Saints
  • Chabon, Michael. Telegraph Avenue
  • Walter, Jess. Beautiful Ruins
  • Strube, Cordelia. Milosz
  • Fforde, Jasper. The Woman Who Died A Lot
  • Christie, Michael (compiler), Kuitenbrouwer, Kathryn (compiler), and Winter, Kathleen (compiler). The Journey Prize Stories 24
  • Munro, Alice. Dear Life
  • Sloan, Robin. Mr. Penumbra’s 24-Hour Bookstore: A Novel
    Perrotta, Tom (ed.). The Best American Short Stories 2012
  • Ellmann, Lucy. Mimi
  • Goldie, Peter. The Mess Inside: Narrative, Emotion, and the Mind
  • Moore, Lorrie. Self-Help
  • Kermode, Frank. The Sense of an Ending: Studies in the Theory of Fiction with a New Epilogue
  • Ford, Richard. Independence Day
  • Morgenstern, Erin. The Night Circus
  • McCann, Colum. Let the Great World Spin
  • Ishiguro, Kazuo. Never Let Me Go
  • DeWitt, Patrick. The Sisters Brothers
  • Fitzgerald, Penelope. The Golden Child
  • Jonasson, Jonas. The 100-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window and Disappeared

 

Independence Day by Richard Ford


Frank Bascombe has entered his Existence Period. It’s that time in his life when he is unconnected to those around him, cut off from his ex-wife and two children who have decamped to Deep River, uncommitted to the current woman he is seeing, and fundamentally distant from himself. He tools around Haddam, New Jersey, in his large automobile, encased in a kind of protective shell, observing, noting, scoping out the particulars of properties he may be in line to shift in his new career as a realtor, idling at the curb and in his own life. But the Existence Period is unstable, bound to collapse at the first sign of real emotion, whether that be despair or hope in the face of tragedy. And tragedy is definitely lurking. Everywhere.

A momentous Fourth of July weekend descends into a nightmarish world of crazed house purchasers, senseless murder, self harm and mutilation, and the constant threat of violence meted out by others or oneself (if one’s impulses are given free rein), which is met by vigilance in the form of patrolling police, private security, metal bars on domestic windows, handguns, or mace. Or it is allowed to overwhelm one, washing through one’s life like a purging torrent. And there is little doubt that Frank, loquaciously professing platitudes and realtor buzz to stoke up the confidence of himself and his clients, is not up to the challenges that he is about to face. Little wonder that it seems highly likely that his Existence Period is about to come crashing to a close.

Once again Richard Ford’s writing is a marvel of density and light. He effortlessly draws the reader into claustrophobic inducing proximity to Frank’s mutable conscience and visceral encounter with his environment. Much of what we encounter here is remembered experience—a lot of ground has been covered between the end of The Sportswriter and the time of Independence Day. But how much of that reported experience is dependable? Frank is such a cocktail of conflicted emotions and aspirations overlaid with jaw-dropping rationalizations. A reader can’t help but begin to feel sorry for him (even if he isn’t especially likeable). You begin rooting for him to break the surface of his supposedly placid Existence Period even if doing so may destroy him.

And break through he does, though not in any way he would have planned or wished. And change does look set to come to Deep River and to Haddam. Crazed homebuyers transform into peaceable renters. The literally barking mad are rendered merely speechless. And Frank looks hopefully toward his next period, which may, he tells himself, be his Permanent Period.

Riveting reading. Highly recommended.

The Mess Inside: Narrative, Emotion, and the Mind by Peter Goldie


The death of Peter Goldie in late 2011, as is increasingly becoming evident, was an immense loss to philosophy. Few thinkers move so deftly between the rarefied atmosphere of analytic metaphysics, moral psychology, and ethics, and the real stuff of life, of who we are in our living rooms when we think about our lives. The posthumous publication of The Mess Inside, which was already completed at the time of his death, brings Goldie’s considerable insight to bear on the role of narrative in our lives. Not, as one might suspect (or hope), the role of fiction. But rather the role that our autobiographical narrative thinking has when we reflect on past actions (and errors), present plans, and future possibilities.

Goldie describes his view as a modest narrativist view. He disavows the strong narrativist stances of Alasdair MacIntyre and Marya Schechtman in which our self narratives constitute our selves. But equally he distances himself from anti-narrativists such as Galen Strawson who maintain that narrative has no role at all in establishing who we are. Goldie threads the needle with an account of narrative that acknowledges its capacity to provide narrative structure—coherence, meaningfulness, and evaluative and emotional import—to our lives without binding us to a fictionalizing metaphysics.

One of the distinctive components of Goldie’s view is found in his account of free indirect style, which he borrows from the literary critic James Wood. In literature, free indirect style facilitates an emergent dramatic irony as evaluative and emotional terms flit between a narrated subject and a narrator. Goldie argues that something similar occurs in our autobiographical narratives, where we also invest the actions of our narrated subjects (ourselves) with evaluative import: I think back now on my foolish behaviour at the office party last year. There, the regretful foolishness is projected by me as narrator on my own past action. This kind of self-reflective bootstrapping helps me to think through my past in preparation for a better, less foolish, future.

Equally important, perhaps, is Goldie’s use of the French notion of tâtonnement, which is a kind of tentative, groping towards something. It has a technical use in economics that Goldie, as a former investment banker, was no doubt aware. But here it characterizes the jumbled, blurry perspective we have on ourselves, a perspective that we revise again and again through our narrative thinking. It is, or can be, a lengthy process, but the narrative sense of self that emerges provides us, so Goldie maintains, with all we want and need in a narrativist account of the self, without the unfortunate fictionalizing metaphysical tendencies of strong narrativist theories.

There is a great deal here (much more than my brief survey permits me to show) to agree with, to question, and to outright reject. And there will undoubtedly be a fair amount of thinking, narrative or otherwise, spurred by Goldie’s substantial and subtle contribution. One only regrets that Goldie’s further participation in the conversation has come to a close.

Dear Life: Stories by Alice Munro


Almost any story you choose to read by Alice Munro will better than almost any other story you might have read, even those by Alice Munro. There is something lulling in the cadence of her sentences, her observational choices, her sudden turns that are not turns at all. Something that makes you think, as you read one of her stories, that this is it, this is what real life, a certain life at least lived in a certain place and time is like. Honesty might be a word for it, if fiction can be honest. I hear the voice of my mother, or an aunt, or one of my grandmothers in these stories and I think, even if I disagree with what they are saying, that’s the way they see it.

Of the stories in this collection, I would single out “Amundsen” for its clash of naïveté and self-serving motives, “Haven” for the unflattering portrayal of familial relations, and “Train” for the way it treats a life as iterations in a quest for solidity and peace. But I might just as easily have chosen any of the other stories.

The final four pieces in the collection are grouped together under the title “Finale”. These are, Munro says, “autobiographical in feeling, though not, sometimes, entirely so in fact.” In them, Munro looks at a few incidents of her childhood that cast her, momentarily, in an unfavourable light. They are, some of them, shameful thoughts or actions that she may be excising. In “Night”, her father reassures her. “People have those kinds of thoughts sometimes.” And it is precisely what she needs to hear in order to overcome her anxiety driven insomnia. Other regrets, such as not attending her mother’s final illness, death, and funeral are not assuaged by the calm comfort of a wise father. “We say of some things that they can’t be forgiven, or that we will never forgive ourselves. But we do—we do it all the time.”

Highly recommended.

Telegraph Avenue by Michael Chabon


Beyond the limits of nostalgia lies a strange land of wistfulness, dream, and fetish. This is the landscape that Michael Chabon charts in Telegraph Avenue whose nominal focus is Brokeland Records, a struggling used-record store on Oakland’s storied Telegraph Avenue. Brokeland is a natural focal point for nostalgia, as customers seek to revisit the music of their youth. But it is also the jumping off point for visitations to the land beyond nostalgia, as some customers seek out the false (?) nostalgia of times which were not their own. As, for example, when one customer, the hefty white whale-lawyer Michael “Moby” Oberstein, embarrassingly takes on the argot of the black hip-hop artists he admires. Or, when Julie Jaffe and Titus Joyner, both teenage boys, live their imaginative lives in films that were released when their fathers or even their grandfathers were young. This slip from nostalgia to false nostalgia to outright fetishism tokens a corresponding, and possibly worrying, disconnect with one’s own time and place.

Chabon’s writing here is never less than rich, at times moving up the colour palette to lurid, as when he takes on the stylistic excess of H.P. Lovecraft in order to dramatize young Julie’s imaginative life, or when he follows an exotically coloured, escaping parrot in one long paragraph over ten pages. This might be described as filmic writing, as Chabon moves from scene to scene, with long-shots and close-ups and jump-cuts. Initially it works against a close emotional connection with any one of the large cast of characters. But over the course of such a long novel that temporary distancing is more than compensated for by the emotional impact of culminating plot.

Fathers and sons, without doubt, are the pervasive motif in this novel, as well as the respect due to each. And although motherhood and certainly pregnancy are important both in terms of plot and language—the two main female characters share a midwifery practice—Chabon does not succeed in bringing them or their concerns fully to life. Perhaps there are some territories that remain yet unexplored by this absorbing writer.

Don’t be put off if the music and films referenced in the novel are only on the edge of your awareness. This is not, or at least it shouldn’t be, a contest in geeky knowledge. Indeed the suggestion is, iterated over and over again here, that it doesn’t matter whether you have direct experience of pop-cultural phenomena. Second or third-hand experience will more than suffice. Or even just a name dropped in the right place.

Plenty to think about and enjoy here. Highly recommended.