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Psychopathology of Everyday Life by Sigmund Freud. A seminal work of psychology. Freud looks at memory, the loss of it, misremembrances, words, and malapropisms to investigate the mental mechanics of his subjects and their engagement with the quotidian.
In Search of Lost Time by Marcel Proust. I remember reading this when I was on the dole. I spent three hours reading it every afternoon, and it was a joy. This book had a profound impact on my own writing. Proust's gimlet eye and focus on everyday minutiae, and its reflective transcendence, have continued to inspire me. Perhaps the greatest examination of memory in fiction, it also bursts with colorful characters and gorgeous prose.
To Sir, With Love by E.R. Braithwaite. Maybe the first book to deal with what it meant to be black in postwar Britain. An ex-serviceman from British Guiana begins work as a teacher at a school in London's East End and has to negotiate not only the prejudice of his peers but also the scorn of his pupils. He slowly gains respect and motivates his despondent class. A heroic book, guided by the integrity and heroism of one man.
The Selected Storiesof Mavis Gallant Mavis Gallant was one of the most sagacious observers of the human condition. Her portraits of struggling individuals — particularly in her stories set in Paris — are among the most moving things I've read.
Erotism: Death and Sensuality by Georges Bataille. Bataille looks at sex through the cipher of transgression in his 1957 book, describing how, to surpass loneliness and ephemerality, we must overcome taboos and engage with the erotic. Bataille's prose is coruscating, and his insights are brave, startling, and unique.
The Year of Dreaming Dangerously by Slavoj Zizek. Zizek's reconsideration of the events of 2011 is an essential text in this "age of riots," when apathy and fury, fundamentalism and neoliberalism, and prohibition and enjoyment combine to create the venomous exploding effluence in which we now live.
It's so hard for me to choose. But I'd like to try:
War and Peace by Lev Tolstoy
Persuasion by Jane Austen
Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf
La Chartreuse de Parme by Stendhal
Le città invisibili di Italo Calvino
Cien años de soledad by Gabriel García Márquez
The sun is shining in my Italian hometown, not far from Rome. Hope you can see the beautiful messengers of spring and smell the sweet scent of jasmine flowers in bloom.
Life in the Time of Cholera by Garcia Marquez , War and Peace by Tolstoy, Lolita by Nabokov, Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides, The Alexandria Quartet by Durrell, L'Education Sentimentale by Flaubert, Les Essais by Montaigne, all of Oriana Fallaci, all of C.P. Snow, all of Stefan Zweig, all of Andre Brink.
It is hard to stop, so many. Meanwhile I think of you and your challenges and i read of the obstacles in your mind. I hope the coming of Spring lifts your moods a little and that they take you outside in nature to heal.
Hanif what a question! My brain went into a giant spin. It did come up with some but really, a lifetime of reading how to lean on just six. However, as you prob know you can go back to a book you thought was fabulous and inspiring at the time and upon a second read you think what? So they do have to withstand that test - some books are for a specific time in our lives others can be there all the time.
1. C G Jung - Man and his Symbols - was introduced to Jung by an off her head (so very intelligent) fellow student whilst surprising myself on a degree course - I began with the Memories, Dreams one I think and did read others, but this one is pretty good. he has inspired me throughout my life really.
2. The White Witch - Elizabeth Goudge - I think I got this book second hand in the 80's maybe and for some reason it struck a chord. A deep one. Bits of the story seemed to speak to where I was and somehow when I felt bad - a lot at that time, it was like a saving book. Went on to read most of her books which are so how can we say, well old fashioned, spiritual - but all of them somewhere speak to me. (another story there.)
3. The Goldfinch - Donna Tartt - what a book - fell in love with Theo could not believe my attachment to his story - a one off.
4. The House on the Strand - Daphne Du Maurier - read most of hers of course the well known ones (don't forget she wrote Don't Look Now)but this one is so unusual never read anything like it - it is time travel always fascinating but the setting and her characters are so - you could say emotionless but at the same time pinning their entire lives on someone else. This story is just so so good.
5. Great Expectations - Charles Dickens - late to the party with Dickens suddenly decided I think in my early 50's to read him. Loved his writing he was so funny - ended up loving this one probably because of the passion in it - Joe and Pip - Pip and Estella - Miss Havisham all on her own is such a story. Don't like the recent BBC adaptation at all though.
6, Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell - Susana Clarke - how she wrote this fantastic story I do not know - magic it is throughout and about but a little like Miss E Goudge,, it did speak to me and that, was magic.
I've got a million more but they can do. I've noted some of yours to try - just joined my local library and felt like a child again going in there so will be going again soon. Thank you for great questions Hanif and hope you are staying level. Maddi from deepest North Yorkshire.
You ajev just reminded me of Elizabeth Goudhe who wrote a book I read as a child which I loved. I've been enquiring about the wrong author for years and you've reminded me of her name so a very big thank-you 🙏
Hmmm, Hanif. I have been looking into Bataille,as I am making a film about Isabel Rawsthorne and Giacometti and Isabel knew Bataille very well. Have also been talking with a French writer friend who wrote a biography of Colette Peignot, one of Bataille's lovers. I prefer Bataille's "Larms of Eros" to "Eroticism". In any case...Bataille seems to have beem more talk than action when it came to exciting transgressive sex. My books (this is a bit like a kid asking what my favourite colour is!) : "Flash of the Spirit" by Robert Farris Thompson, who decoded much "Afro-Atlantic" culture Cuba, Brasil, Jamaica, Haiti, USA et al in terms of fundamental aesthetic and ethical concepts in Yoruba and kiKongo culture (among others). Bob spoke Yoruba and kiKongo, was an initiate priest of Ifa and a much-loved professor at Yale. "L'éducation sentimentale" by Flaubert, just a delight..but so many of those French 19thC novels are, Lewis Hyde "The Gift": a wholly original and imaginative account of culture, love and community. James Hillman's "Death and the Underworld" - or any number of his books. He is very big in Italy, as it happens... iconoclastic, brilliant and took Jungian ideas way beyond his teacher's insights. Junichiro Tanizaki's "Seven Japanese Tales"...which includes the very disturbing, erotic and beautiful story "The Tattooer" - and maybe his classic "In Praise of Shadow", a classic text for any architect who thinks beyond buildings....Buildings must have dark spaces, loos should be black not white.... My love to you Hanif! May the spring bring you some joy, you brave man.
I mean no disrespect with this observation but perhaps a more interesting question might be “which 6 authors would make you buy another of their works without knowing anything about it?”.
F. Scott Fitzgerald - Tender Is the Night. Structurally, this novel is near-perfect. FSF achieves a perfect synthesis of action and character. A brutal story, told with supreme elegance by a man who was at the height of his powers while his life was going to hell.
Carson McCullers - Reflections In A Golden Eye. I don’t know any other novel where the hermetically sealed worlds of people ‘who live too much inside themselves’ have been so persuasively described.
Michel Houellebecq - Serotonin. Bleakly hilarious and bleakly depressing. I read this in December 2019, as britain got itself stuck in the U-bend from which history may never reclaim it.
George Gissing - New Grub Street. The real life of writers. Well over a century later, the essential details are the same.
W. Someset Maugham - Of Human Bondage. A comforting book, and the only convincing happy ending I know of in world literature.
William Styron - The Confessions Of Nat Turner. Styron inhabits his protagonist and creates a genuine tragic hero. The abuse he got for writing this in the sixties was shocking; if an equivalent book appeared today, it would be far worse.
Yes to Erpenbeck, any time....one of my big discoveries of recent years. And while we are in Eastern Europe, "Drive My Plough Over the Bones of the Dead" by Olga Tokarczuk... and Richard Powers's "The Overstory"... Both very timely indeed.
Very hard to choose! I’d say the Black Album is my favourite, or one of them. Also Buddha of Suburbia is in there too probably. Then the Passion, Jeanette Winterson. Maybe also Oranges are not the Only Fruit. Then there’s a whole stack of Diana Wynne Jones books I adore. Probably Fire and Hemlock number one. Then the Dalemark Quartet. Also Archer’s Goon. But I have so many on my favourite list.
The Confessions of Felix Krull, Confidence Man. Thomas Mann
Mann’s last unfinished work on deception, role playing and identity. His descriptions of early childhood, especially one of a grotesque stage performer are unforgettable.
Old Goriot. Balzac.
As a friend said to me after reading this book, “ If only I knew what learned from this book when I was younger. “
How can a boy from the provinces survive in treacherous nineteenth century Paris? Under the tutelage of Vautrin , one of Balzac’s most memorable characters we can all learn something.
Down and Out in Paris and London. George Orwell
My first “ real book”. Or maybe that was Animal Farm. Either way it was Orwell, a voice I could relate to, a voice I understood. And for him to be broke, penniless and writing about it meant I could too! I had found my subject matter ! Soon after there I was, broke and writing in a Paris cafe!
The Thief’s journal. Jean Genet
Genet, thief, criminal , homosexual. Outcast, outlaw, yet with prose of gold, with a lyrical way of carrying you along the back streets of Barcelona, along the ports of Antwerp. Cinematic writing, mood writing, each chapter, each character appearing in front of my eyes as if on a screen. The idea of the writer as a true rebel in society.
The Dharma Bums. Jack Kerouac.
Girls, booze, nature, literature, meditation. How Asian thought was creeping it’s way into the hearts and minds of America’s young thinkers. A counter culture movement that’s still building stream as we speak!
Hamlet. William Shakespeare.
A play I can read again and again. The rhythms, the pace, Shakespeare at his finest. As James Tyrone says of the bard in O’Neil’s masterpiece. “ I loved Shakespeare. I would have acted in any of his plays for nothing, for the joy of being alive in his great poetry.” Alive in his great poetry. That sums up the way I feel when I read Hamlet.
This is a lovely thread. My top six have barely changed in 20 years:
The Buddha of Suburbia made such an impression on me as a teenager. I first read it at exactly the right time in my life and every time I re-read it I am taken back to growing up in a dull town, navigating the breakdown of my parent's mixed-race marriage and seeing so much of that reflected in this novel.
White Teeth by Zadie Smith seemed like nothing else I had read before when it came out. Her later work is better written (she says this herself) but for a teeanger growing up and figuring the world out, it's a great book.
Tender is the Night by F Scott Fitzgerald captures a moment in time I'd give anything to have lived through.
Valley of the Dolls by Jacqueline Susann, which I found in an old box of books in the loft as a teenager. I absolutely loved the escapism of old Hollywood and Broadway and revisit this book often.
Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys, the prequel to Jane Eyre but a gorgeous novel in its own right which demonstrates the importance of exploring stories from all (not always obvious) angles.
Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabiel Garcia Marquez and its story of aging love means more to me the older I get.
I guess I chose some of the books that are still with me on the bookshelf, that are so important to me that i’ve managed to hold on to them through dozens of house moves over the years living in rented homes and never having the luxury of big permanent book shelves. I remember reading of Diana Athill’s pain in having to get rid of almost all of her books when she moved into residential accommodation and keep just a few so now I’m glad I’ve shed books as I go and travelled light....
A short story called “The Scarlet Ibis” undid me as a child. I could not come down to dinner from my upstairs bedroom because I was crying at the small tragedies that frame our mortal existence.
Later, “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn” became the coming of age story that informed my early adolescence.
I am loathe to identify the book that has exerted the most profound influence on my life, and which recently came back into my possession, as I am in the middle of writing about it for a newsletter.
With the exception of The River, by Ted Hughes, which I read almost daily – one poem at a time – on a continuous cycle, the book I have revisited the most in recent years is The Winter Men – a graphic novel written by Brett Lewis, and illustrated by the late John Paul Leon, set in Russia as it free-falls into the chaos of unstructured free-market Capitalism, following the end of Communism.
A genetically-engineered superman, referred to as Revolution's Hammer, has gone to ground. The team of elite special forces operatives, who were established as one of the checks and balances to neutralise him if he ever went rogue, have disbanded. Nina is working as a bodyguard. Nikki has embraced the prevailing anarcho-capitalism and has carved out a criminal niche for himself in Moscow. He has some kind of deal going with Pepsi, that in one instance sees him pause, mid-journey, to empty a Kalashnikov into a Coca Cola vending machine. Drost, the Cossack has remained a solider. He is writing a science fiction novel in Ukrainian. The Siberian is biding his time in a secret prison on the tundra, 1000 miles from civilisation - “a good, warm place to organise your dreams and plan your destiny.” His sole purpose in life is to kill one man, though even in undertaking this direct and unambiguous responsibility, there is room for nuance.
Kalenov. the protagonist. is working as a cop. His attempts at reuniting with his estranged wife are derailed when he is tasked with investigating the kidnapping of a child, who was taken after her parents stopped paying for her replacement liver. Next to her cot, he finds a tiny handprint burned into the wall.
The strength of The Winter Men lies in its well-informed portrayal of a Russia thrown out of kilter by political collapse. Lewis draws several real-life events into his semi-fictional world. Leon's artwork is cluttered with detail, like a stall at an outdoor flea market. Time is taken to develop the characters, which adds poignancy to the sacrifices and broken friendships that characterise the end of the novel.
Chapter four is essentially a digression from the main plot, following a day in the life of Kalenov and Nikki as they drive around Moscow. Kalenov is babysitting a suspect in a rape case until the victim is available to make an identification. He also has to pick up a tree for the new year celebrations – a task that entails going into the woods and chopping one down. Nikki is micro-managing the various facets of his piecemeal criminal empire. Together the pair attempt to come up with a way of liberating one of the bolted-down table and chair sets from the Red Square branch of MacDonald's.
The men share a complicated relationship:
“He confused hate with the opposite of love,” says Kalenov.
“What is the opposite of love,” enquires the suspect, as they lean against a giant stone bust of some redundant figurehead of the old regime.
And I do have to mention Doris Lessing because I have ingested most of her books starting way beck. You probably knew her or had enough knowledge of her to be less a fan than I was. She is a great example of a writer producing work that seems to predict the future.
I don’t remember that one- a South Africa one I guess. I did read them- my mother in law gave me all of them. Since you mention being overcome by it., it must have been very powerful
Each period of life had its own list. With some , I remember the feeling, not necessarily the content.
I remember filigree language, light, particular words. I remember laughing out loud. A feeling of loss. Heavinesses and darkness, or a sense of excitement.
Some books, like Vassily Rozanov’s “Fallen Leaves” were a discovery of who I am at the age of 15. Some came to me at the right place and the right time, like “The Magus” by John Fowles, which I read in my first weeks in Greece.
Then, there was always “The Kreutzer Sonata”.
“Disgrace” by J.M. Coetzee.
“The Sea” and “Ancient Light” by Banville.
And the book that shaped my dreams as a child - “Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Seas” by Jules Verne. I was probably 6 at the time.
And I thought ‘favourite 70s movies’ was a tough one. Okay, here goes…
Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
It’s got the lot hasn’t it? A book about class, snobbery, cruelty, unrequited love, obsession, illness, redemption, revenge and tragedy – it never surprises me that so many artists have adapted this for tv, film and radio, and continue to do so.
Personally I’d like to have a go at adapting it to the modern era, maybe with some gender-swapping thrown in (Pip becomes Phillipa?) – but that’s way beyond my paygrade.
Could this be Charlie’s ‘Hunky Dory’? Maybe…
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey
An amazing book about illness, freedom, prejudice, power and society.
Many people read great novels after seeing filmed adaptions, but this can be risky. How many times have you struggled not to see the actor who played a particular part, or think about certain scenes from the film, when reading the novel it was based on? This has happened to me a lot, but not with this book.
I love the film version – I think it’s almost perfect – but when I picked up the novel, after the first few chapters I’d forgotten about Jack Nicholson and co.
Is Kesey a forgotten author these days? I was amazed that the young lecturer on my creative writing MA had never read any Kesey.
Provided You Don’t Kiss Me – 20 years with Brian Clough by Duncan Hamilton
Hanif – I know you’re a Man U fan, but bear with me on this. And if you’re reading this thinking I’m not a football fan, it doesn’t matter, I would recommend this to anyone, whether they like football (or soccer) or not.
A great book about one of the most charismatic, mercurial and controversial figures in post-war British sport. I first read this on a boozy coach trip to Ostend from the UK – I read it again on the way back. Sports journalist Duncan Hamilton writes about his time with Clough during the highs and lows of the latter’s management career – the complexities of their relationship (Hamilton was a naïve junior hack when he first met Clough) and the reality behind a very complex man.
The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury
I can’t remember who said this, but someone once wrote that Ray Bradbury didn’t write science fiction or fantasy, he wrote stories about people in the mid-west – who happened to be living on Mars.
This was my favourite book when I was a kid, and a regular takeaway from the tiny prefabricated hut that was my local library. The stories are sometimes exciting, occasionally horrifying and always captivating.
Did Ray invent magical realism? Quite possibly.
The Steps of the Sun by Walter Tevis
Another book with a sci-fi stamp on the dust jacket, but put to one side any prejudices about bug-eyed monsters and fluorescent spandex jumpsuits.
The author of The Hustler, The Queen’s Gambit and The Man Who Fell to Earth, this is a fascinating and weirdly prophetic book, written in the early 80s, that includes an Obama-like president, an Elon Musk type protagonist and a powerful capitalist China still wearing communist clothes.
It’s also a book about alcoholism, impotence, loss and redemption. I first read this in my teens and tried to find it again in my 30s. Long out of print, I had to import a well-worn copy originally from Sayville library in New York.
Waterlog by Roger Deakin
A pioneer of wild swimming (don’t stop reading, please!), Roger Deakin journeys across the UK exploring our relationship with water and swimming beyond the chlorinated, blue-tiled baths most of us are probably familiar with.
Part-personal-history, part-social-history, with digressions on the ownership of land and water, and the value of nature (and swimming) for everyone, at times it felt like I was swimming down a river on a perfect summer day alongside the author.
I think Robert MacFarlane once said there was always a whiff of (clean) river water whenever he met Deakin
I can't name a favourite book. There are several writers I really like: Zola, Kureishi, Rushdie, Simenon or Doris Lessing etc. If I had to name a book which is not fiction it would be "The History of Sexuality" by Foucault.
Sorry Hanif - can't do only six, but I've whittled it down to eight, and even that was very difficult. All these I have re-read many times.
The Death of Ivan Ilych - Tolstoy. The most profound meditation on dying and mortality. Unmatched - a work of genius.
Seize the Day - Saul Bellow. No one creates a whole magical world and populates it with such an array of both larger-than-life, quirky, eccentric and equally humdrum but fascinating characters that one can see and feel with such crystal perspicacity as Bellow does in this novella. Profound, funny, tragic, existential - everything I love.
Angel Pavement - J.B Priestley. A depiction of a now lost London and, as with Bellow, one is immersed in a whole world, dwelling among characters that are so real it's as if you are eavesdropping on their lives in all their tragedy, ugliness and beauty. Priestley at his best - peerless.
The Painted Veil - W. Somerset Maugham. Hong Kong under British colonial rule, female sexuality, Taoism, the English class structure, the agonies, ecstasies and pathetic absurdities of love, the weltanschauung of the rational Occident versus the mystical Orient, the unspeakable horrors of a cholera epidemic. Reading this, as with all of Maugham's work, is like watching a movie unfold in your mind. His writing is so clear and precise, evoking setting and place so keenly you can smell and taste it.
The Indian Life - Herman Hesse. A short story at the end of his novel 'The Glass Bead Game'. Utterly magical, transcendent. Maya, Hindu Yogi meditation, sexual and familial love, the vanity and futility of war, the illusion of life, the nothingness at the heart of everything. So beautifully written, such clarity of thought and prose.
The Outsider - Camus. At age 19 this book changed my life. Maybe it even saved my life. Certainly, it transformed my life from what it may otherwise have become. The enigmatic anti-hero Meursault is the very embodied essence of French Existentialism.
Engleby - Sebastian Faulks. An astonishing work of art. Madness, reason, (and the madness of reason), the brutality of an English public school institution, and at the heart of it an utterly fascinating, thoroughly disturbing case study of a murderous psychopath and sociopath in the character of Engleby. A work of genius and IMHO Faulks's best novel.
Love in a Blue Time - Kureishi. Your excavation of the 'inner life' and the soul's search and yearning for love and fulfillment is breathtaking in its insight. In particular, your two collections of short stories 'Love in a Blue Time' and 'Midnight All Day'. 'Love in a Blue Time' is a searing, soaring set of stories. The final short story 'The Flies' is so deep, haunting and unflinchingly candid.
I love big books and of my choices are all big, all representing an author in full command of the craft, each reaching perhaps just a bit too far on occasion, but doing so with glorious results. George Perec was a man who craved constraints, puzzles, games to create his worlds. Life a User's Manual takes place in a single moment in time in a Parisian apartment building in the 1970s. The movement from dwelling to dwelling is done in accordance with the Knight's move in chess. Like the man himself, the novel is difficult to describe in a few sentences. Perec uses each dwelling to tell a story, whether one from that precise moment in time, or from a moment in the dwelling's past brought forth by an object in the apartment. Though it may sound like a dry exercise, the novel is filled with life, with joy, with love. Perec died far too young after a tragic upbringing where he lost both is parents in the War. Puzzles and impish mischief were his way out. Read this book. I've read it three times and it still reveals gifts.
In Search of Lost Time.
I prefer the translation that was contemporaneous to Proust, the Scott-Moncrief, though the new Penguin one is also quite good--particularly Lydia Davis' volume 1. (as an aside: the bio of Scott-Moncrief written by his great-great niece called "Chasing Lost Time" is outstanding)
Underworld by Don DeLillo.
All of his collective concerns were poured into this book.
Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace.
A joyful and terrifying mess of a book describing a terrifying, and occasionally joyful world. A satire of the future of American culture that has largely (and sadly) come true.
The Bell by Iris Murdoch.
I just recently started reading Iris Murdoch. My god what a towering intellect, what a generous mind, and yes, what a funny goddamn writer.
Hard as hell to choose for sure. In no particular order - but, as you can see, I contend that 'entertaining' fiction can be just as wondrous as 'art fiction'. And then there's poetry...
Love Poems - Anne Sexton
Dr. Bloodmoney (or Ubik, or Martian Timeslip, or The Man in the High Castle, or...) - Phillip K. Dick
Lady Chatterley's Lover - D.H. Lawrence
Lolita - Vladimir Nabakov
Man and His Symbols - Carl Jung
Autobiography of a Face - Lucy Grealy
Honorable mentions:
The Moon is a Harsh Mistress (and Waldo & Magic, Inc.) - Robert Heinlein
Climate Man and History - Robert Claiborne
The Magic Mountain (or the Death In Venice collection of short stories) - Thomas Mann
Our Marvelous native Tongue - Robert Claiborne
The Norton Anthology of Poetry
The Norton Anthology of Women Poets
The Making of the Atomic Bomb - Richard Rhodes
Man's Search for Meaning - Victor Frankl
The Great Gatsby - S. Scott Fitzgerald
Everything That Rises Must Converge - Flannery O'Connor
The first could be whatever I'm in love with reading at the moment. And at the moment I'm reading Wuthering Heights, which seems like it'll be a leading contender ever more anyway. Before that it was Fear of Flying.
Then What is Art by Tolstoy. No nonsense lots of sense, and heart.
A Moveable Feast, Hemingway. Paris, being young, being a writer and among lots of others.
A Christmas Carol, Dickens.
Zen mind, beginners mind, Shunryu Suzuki. Very helpful.
Finding Them Gone, visiting China's poets of the past, Bill Porter/Red Pine.
Could be others, I'm not absolute on it, in a way. I've not included poetry or drama. I wonder if it's the book I'm in love with or how it meets me in life, or met me.
Thank you Hanif for this post and thank you all for posting your list. I will revisit many of your titles and check out what i have not read. I forgot to add to my list: most of Doris Lessing except for her science fiction.
The English Understand Wool by Helen DeWitt -- very short, smart, & entertaining, especially if you've had difficult experiences related to publishing. I also liked Brisbane by Eugene Vodolazkin.
It's so hard for me to choose. But I'd like to try:
War and Peace by Lev Tolstoy
Persuasion by Jane Austen
Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf
La Chartreuse de Parme by Stendhal
Le città invisibili di Italo Calvino
Cien años de soledad by Gabriel García Márquez
The sun is shining in my Italian hometown, not far from Rome. Hope you can see the beautiful messengers of spring and smell the sweet scent of jasmine flowers in bloom.
Why six? You've set us a difficult task. If it were a Desert Island booklist it would have to be narrowed down to these:
1. Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
2. Saturday by Ian McEwan
3. The Goldfinch by Donna Tart
4. The Buddha of Suburbia by Hanif Kureishi
5. Tess of the D'urbervilles by Thomas Hardy
6. The Great Gatsby by F Scott Fitzgerald
Life in the Time of Cholera by Garcia Marquez , War and Peace by Tolstoy, Lolita by Nabokov, Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides, The Alexandria Quartet by Durrell, L'Education Sentimentale by Flaubert, Les Essais by Montaigne, all of Oriana Fallaci, all of C.P. Snow, all of Stefan Zweig, all of Andre Brink.
It is hard to stop, so many. Meanwhile I think of you and your challenges and i read of the obstacles in your mind. I hope the coming of Spring lifts your moods a little and that they take you outside in nature to heal.
Love Middlesex
Yes, unique wasn't it? I think HBO owns it to cinematize.
Hanif what a question! My brain went into a giant spin. It did come up with some but really, a lifetime of reading how to lean on just six. However, as you prob know you can go back to a book you thought was fabulous and inspiring at the time and upon a second read you think what? So they do have to withstand that test - some books are for a specific time in our lives others can be there all the time.
1. C G Jung - Man and his Symbols - was introduced to Jung by an off her head (so very intelligent) fellow student whilst surprising myself on a degree course - I began with the Memories, Dreams one I think and did read others, but this one is pretty good. he has inspired me throughout my life really.
2. The White Witch - Elizabeth Goudge - I think I got this book second hand in the 80's maybe and for some reason it struck a chord. A deep one. Bits of the story seemed to speak to where I was and somehow when I felt bad - a lot at that time, it was like a saving book. Went on to read most of her books which are so how can we say, well old fashioned, spiritual - but all of them somewhere speak to me. (another story there.)
3. The Goldfinch - Donna Tartt - what a book - fell in love with Theo could not believe my attachment to his story - a one off.
4. The House on the Strand - Daphne Du Maurier - read most of hers of course the well known ones (don't forget she wrote Don't Look Now)but this one is so unusual never read anything like it - it is time travel always fascinating but the setting and her characters are so - you could say emotionless but at the same time pinning their entire lives on someone else. This story is just so so good.
5. Great Expectations - Charles Dickens - late to the party with Dickens suddenly decided I think in my early 50's to read him. Loved his writing he was so funny - ended up loving this one probably because of the passion in it - Joe and Pip - Pip and Estella - Miss Havisham all on her own is such a story. Don't like the recent BBC adaptation at all though.
6, Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell - Susana Clarke - how she wrote this fantastic story I do not know - magic it is throughout and about but a little like Miss E Goudge,, it did speak to me and that, was magic.
I've got a million more but they can do. I've noted some of yours to try - just joined my local library and felt like a child again going in there so will be going again soon. Thank you for great questions Hanif and hope you are staying level. Maddi from deepest North Yorkshire.
You ajev just reminded me of Elizabeth Goudhe who wrote a book I read as a child which I loved. I've been enquiring about the wrong author for years and you've reminded me of her name so a very big thank-you 🙏
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Hmmm, Hanif. I have been looking into Bataille,as I am making a film about Isabel Rawsthorne and Giacometti and Isabel knew Bataille very well. Have also been talking with a French writer friend who wrote a biography of Colette Peignot, one of Bataille's lovers. I prefer Bataille's "Larms of Eros" to "Eroticism". In any case...Bataille seems to have beem more talk than action when it came to exciting transgressive sex. My books (this is a bit like a kid asking what my favourite colour is!) : "Flash of the Spirit" by Robert Farris Thompson, who decoded much "Afro-Atlantic" culture Cuba, Brasil, Jamaica, Haiti, USA et al in terms of fundamental aesthetic and ethical concepts in Yoruba and kiKongo culture (among others). Bob spoke Yoruba and kiKongo, was an initiate priest of Ifa and a much-loved professor at Yale. "L'éducation sentimentale" by Flaubert, just a delight..but so many of those French 19thC novels are, Lewis Hyde "The Gift": a wholly original and imaginative account of culture, love and community. James Hillman's "Death and the Underworld" - or any number of his books. He is very big in Italy, as it happens... iconoclastic, brilliant and took Jungian ideas way beyond his teacher's insights. Junichiro Tanizaki's "Seven Japanese Tales"...which includes the very disturbing, erotic and beautiful story "The Tattooer" - and maybe his classic "In Praise of Shadow", a classic text for any architect who thinks beyond buildings....Buildings must have dark spaces, loos should be black not white.... My love to you Hanif! May the spring bring you some joy, you brave man.
So hard…
I’d choose:
Larry Mc Murtry. Lonesome Dove
Ray Bradbury. Dandelion Wine
Jane Austin. Sense and Sensibility
Margery Williams. The Velveteen Rabbit
And Carlos Ruiz Zafron…the whole 4 book cycle…( which I will count as 5 and 6, to be fair)
The Shadow of the Wind (2001)
The Angel's Game (2008)
The Prisoner of Heaven (2011)
The Labyrinth of the Spirits (2016)
My choices aren’t very intellectual, just pure pleasure.
I mean no disrespect with this observation but perhaps a more interesting question might be “which 6 authors would make you buy another of their works without knowing anything about it?”.
That’s a great idea. Worthy of a separate thread!
F. Scott Fitzgerald - Tender Is the Night. Structurally, this novel is near-perfect. FSF achieves a perfect synthesis of action and character. A brutal story, told with supreme elegance by a man who was at the height of his powers while his life was going to hell.
Carson McCullers - Reflections In A Golden Eye. I don’t know any other novel where the hermetically sealed worlds of people ‘who live too much inside themselves’ have been so persuasively described.
Michel Houellebecq - Serotonin. Bleakly hilarious and bleakly depressing. I read this in December 2019, as britain got itself stuck in the U-bend from which history may never reclaim it.
George Gissing - New Grub Street. The real life of writers. Well over a century later, the essential details are the same.
W. Someset Maugham - Of Human Bondage. A comforting book, and the only convincing happy ending I know of in world literature.
William Styron - The Confessions Of Nat Turner. Styron inhabits his protagonist and creates a genuine tragic hero. The abuse he got for writing this in the sixties was shocking; if an equivalent book appeared today, it would be far worse.
Favorites as of today:
The Magic Mountain (and everything by Thomas Mann)
The Sea, The Sea (and everything by Iris Murdoch)
Beloved Toni Morrison
The Cairo Trilogy (Naguib Mahfouz)
The Brothers Karamazov (here’s to imps in corners)
Everything by Doris Lessing, James Baldwin, Seamus Heaney, Charles Simic J
St. Judas, James Wright
Thanks Hanif. I'll check out the Batsaille.
I could suggest many sets of 5s.
My name is Lucy Barton, by E. Strout
Saints and Sinners, short story collection by Edna O'Brien, especially Manhattan Medley and Shovel Kings.
Normal People by Sally Rooney
Antarctica, Short story collection by Claire Keegan.
Nathan the Wise, play by G. E. Lessing
Beloved by Toni Morisson
The Birth of Tragedy by Friedrich Nietzsche
All texts on Socrates' trial, best translation by Lovett in The dialogues of Plato
Go, went, gone by Jenny Erpenbeck
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Yes to Erpenbeck, any time....one of my big discoveries of recent years. And while we are in Eastern Europe, "Drive My Plough Over the Bones of the Dead" by Olga Tokarczuk... and Richard Powers's "The Overstory"... Both very timely indeed.
Yes, The Overstory. Love it.
Very hard to choose! I’d say the Black Album is my favourite, or one of them. Also Buddha of Suburbia is in there too probably. Then the Passion, Jeanette Winterson. Maybe also Oranges are not the Only Fruit. Then there’s a whole stack of Diana Wynne Jones books I adore. Probably Fire and Hemlock number one. Then the Dalemark Quartet. Also Archer’s Goon. But I have so many on my favourite list.
Buddha of Surburbia is hands down my favourite book - all my other favourites come after.
It’s very very very very hard…. Love to you and your family
Il Gattopardo, Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa
Il visconte dimezzato, Italo Calvino
Nostromo, Joseph Conrad
The Tempest, Shakespeare
American Patoral, Philip Roth
The power of the dog, Don Winslow
Il Gattopardo! Loved it.
The Confessions of Felix Krull, Confidence Man. Thomas Mann
Mann’s last unfinished work on deception, role playing and identity. His descriptions of early childhood, especially one of a grotesque stage performer are unforgettable.
Old Goriot. Balzac.
As a friend said to me after reading this book, “ If only I knew what learned from this book when I was younger. “
How can a boy from the provinces survive in treacherous nineteenth century Paris? Under the tutelage of Vautrin , one of Balzac’s most memorable characters we can all learn something.
Down and Out in Paris and London. George Orwell
My first “ real book”. Or maybe that was Animal Farm. Either way it was Orwell, a voice I could relate to, a voice I understood. And for him to be broke, penniless and writing about it meant I could too! I had found my subject matter ! Soon after there I was, broke and writing in a Paris cafe!
The Thief’s journal. Jean Genet
Genet, thief, criminal , homosexual. Outcast, outlaw, yet with prose of gold, with a lyrical way of carrying you along the back streets of Barcelona, along the ports of Antwerp. Cinematic writing, mood writing, each chapter, each character appearing in front of my eyes as if on a screen. The idea of the writer as a true rebel in society.
The Dharma Bums. Jack Kerouac.
Girls, booze, nature, literature, meditation. How Asian thought was creeping it’s way into the hearts and minds of America’s young thinkers. A counter culture movement that’s still building stream as we speak!
Hamlet. William Shakespeare.
A play I can read again and again. The rhythms, the pace, Shakespeare at his finest. As James Tyrone says of the bard in O’Neil’s masterpiece. “ I loved Shakespeare. I would have acted in any of his plays for nothing, for the joy of being alive in his great poetry.” Alive in his great poetry. That sums up the way I feel when I read Hamlet.
This is a lovely thread. My top six have barely changed in 20 years:
The Buddha of Suburbia made such an impression on me as a teenager. I first read it at exactly the right time in my life and every time I re-read it I am taken back to growing up in a dull town, navigating the breakdown of my parent's mixed-race marriage and seeing so much of that reflected in this novel.
White Teeth by Zadie Smith seemed like nothing else I had read before when it came out. Her later work is better written (she says this herself) but for a teeanger growing up and figuring the world out, it's a great book.
Tender is the Night by F Scott Fitzgerald captures a moment in time I'd give anything to have lived through.
Valley of the Dolls by Jacqueline Susann, which I found in an old box of books in the loft as a teenager. I absolutely loved the escapism of old Hollywood and Broadway and revisit this book often.
Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys, the prequel to Jane Eyre but a gorgeous novel in its own right which demonstrates the importance of exploring stories from all (not always obvious) angles.
Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabiel Garcia Marquez and its story of aging love means more to me the older I get.
The Magus - John Fowles
Concrete Island - JG Ballard
Unbearable Lightness of Being - Milan Kundera
The Rings of Saturn - WG Seabald
Precious Bane - Mary Webb
Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Hardy
I guess I chose some of the books that are still with me on the bookshelf, that are so important to me that i’ve managed to hold on to them through dozens of house moves over the years living in rented homes and never having the luxury of big permanent book shelves. I remember reading of Diana Athill’s pain in having to get rid of almost all of her books when she moved into residential accommodation and keep just a few so now I’m glad I’ve shed books as I go and travelled light....
Here’s six from me:
Jim Crace / Harvest
Martin Amis / Time’s Arrow
I Claudius / Robert Graves
The Kite Runner / Khaled Hosseini
The Shipping News / E. Annie Proulx
Nineteen Eighty Four / George Orwell
A short story called “The Scarlet Ibis” undid me as a child. I could not come down to dinner from my upstairs bedroom because I was crying at the small tragedies that frame our mortal existence.
Later, “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn” became the coming of age story that informed my early adolescence.
I am loathe to identify the book that has exerted the most profound influence on my life, and which recently came back into my possession, as I am in the middle of writing about it for a newsletter.
With the exception of The River, by Ted Hughes, which I read almost daily – one poem at a time – on a continuous cycle, the book I have revisited the most in recent years is The Winter Men – a graphic novel written by Brett Lewis, and illustrated by the late John Paul Leon, set in Russia as it free-falls into the chaos of unstructured free-market Capitalism, following the end of Communism.
A genetically-engineered superman, referred to as Revolution's Hammer, has gone to ground. The team of elite special forces operatives, who were established as one of the checks and balances to neutralise him if he ever went rogue, have disbanded. Nina is working as a bodyguard. Nikki has embraced the prevailing anarcho-capitalism and has carved out a criminal niche for himself in Moscow. He has some kind of deal going with Pepsi, that in one instance sees him pause, mid-journey, to empty a Kalashnikov into a Coca Cola vending machine. Drost, the Cossack has remained a solider. He is writing a science fiction novel in Ukrainian. The Siberian is biding his time in a secret prison on the tundra, 1000 miles from civilisation - “a good, warm place to organise your dreams and plan your destiny.” His sole purpose in life is to kill one man, though even in undertaking this direct and unambiguous responsibility, there is room for nuance.
Kalenov. the protagonist. is working as a cop. His attempts at reuniting with his estranged wife are derailed when he is tasked with investigating the kidnapping of a child, who was taken after her parents stopped paying for her replacement liver. Next to her cot, he finds a tiny handprint burned into the wall.
The strength of The Winter Men lies in its well-informed portrayal of a Russia thrown out of kilter by political collapse. Lewis draws several real-life events into his semi-fictional world. Leon's artwork is cluttered with detail, like a stall at an outdoor flea market. Time is taken to develop the characters, which adds poignancy to the sacrifices and broken friendships that characterise the end of the novel.
Chapter four is essentially a digression from the main plot, following a day in the life of Kalenov and Nikki as they drive around Moscow. Kalenov is babysitting a suspect in a rape case until the victim is available to make an identification. He also has to pick up a tree for the new year celebrations – a task that entails going into the woods and chopping one down. Nikki is micro-managing the various facets of his piecemeal criminal empire. Together the pair attempt to come up with a way of liberating one of the bolted-down table and chair sets from the Red Square branch of MacDonald's.
The men share a complicated relationship:
“He confused hate with the opposite of love,” says Kalenov.
“What is the opposite of love,” enquires the suspect, as they lean against a giant stone bust of some redundant figurehead of the old regime.
“Nothing,” says Kalenov.
The God of Small Things --Arundhati Roy
Midnight's Children--Salman Rushdie
The Matrix--Lauren Groff
The Bluest Eye--Toni Morrison
The Curious Sofa--Edward Gorey
Middlesex--Jeffery Eugenides
The Red Convertible--Louise Erdrich (many of the short stories in this book)
A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole
The Noonday Demon by Andrew Solomon
A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway
The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion
The Cider House Rules by John Irving
Any of Elizabeth George’s Lynley/Havers novels
Cider House Rules, and Irving in general, are wonderful.
See, "Intimacy" is not here because it's you asking. I always include it into my top 10. Buy you said six:
Sexing the Cherry, by Jeanette Winterson (and others)
Time’s Arrow, by Martin Amis
Galápagos, by Kurt Vonnegut (and others)
Jitterbug Perfume, by Tom Robbins (and others)
Shame, by Salman Rushdie
Intimacy, by Hanif Kureishi
Intimacy is so beautiful.
And I do have to mention Doris Lessing because I have ingested most of her books starting way beck. You probably knew her or had enough knowledge of her to be less a fan than I was. She is a great example of a writer producing work that seems to predict the future.
I remember being overcome with admiration for her first book”The grass is singing”
I don’t remember that one- a South Africa one I guess. I did read them- my mother in law gave me all of them. Since you mention being overcome by it., it must have been very powerful
Vanity Fair William Thackeray
Blood Meridian Cormac McCarthy
The Silmarillion Tolkien
The Windup Girl Paolo Bacigalupi
The Library at Night Alberto Manguel
The Gulag Archipelago Solzhenitsyn
Yes!!! to Blood Meridian, his best book...
Totally agree
Magic Mountain (Thomas Mann)
Moly Dick (Herman Melville)
Our Lady of the Flowers (Genet)
Stigma (Erving Goffman)
Asylums (Erving Goffman)
Steps to an Ecology of Mind (Gregory Bateson)
The Magic Mountain—yes!
I have read it several times. It is always a completely different book!
Lonesome Dove - McMurtry a masterpiece
Confederates - Keneally Gone with the Wind from the poor people perspective
A Bright Shining Lie - Sheehan Devastating indictment of a senseless war and the man who led it.
I Claudius - Graves Just a joy
Quantum - Kumar two geniuses go head to head about the nature of reality
The Matter with Things - McGilChrist possibly the most important book ever written. Could change the world.
Graves is wonderful. I recently read "Goodbye to All That." I lovely, tragic read.
Agree, fascinating autobiography.
Each period of life had its own list. With some , I remember the feeling, not necessarily the content.
I remember filigree language, light, particular words. I remember laughing out loud. A feeling of loss. Heavinesses and darkness, or a sense of excitement.
Some books, like Vassily Rozanov’s “Fallen Leaves” were a discovery of who I am at the age of 15. Some came to me at the right place and the right time, like “The Magus” by John Fowles, which I read in my first weeks in Greece.
Then, there was always “The Kreutzer Sonata”.
“Disgrace” by J.M. Coetzee.
“The Sea” and “Ancient Light” by Banville.
And the book that shaped my dreams as a child - “Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Seas” by Jules Verne. I was probably 6 at the time.
Jules Verne is a writer I only really read as an adult. I remember the movies as a kid. I love his books. Great entertainment.
And I thought ‘favourite 70s movies’ was a tough one. Okay, here goes…
Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
It’s got the lot hasn’t it? A book about class, snobbery, cruelty, unrequited love, obsession, illness, redemption, revenge and tragedy – it never surprises me that so many artists have adapted this for tv, film and radio, and continue to do so.
Personally I’d like to have a go at adapting it to the modern era, maybe with some gender-swapping thrown in (Pip becomes Phillipa?) – but that’s way beyond my paygrade.
Could this be Charlie’s ‘Hunky Dory’? Maybe…
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey
An amazing book about illness, freedom, prejudice, power and society.
Many people read great novels after seeing filmed adaptions, but this can be risky. How many times have you struggled not to see the actor who played a particular part, or think about certain scenes from the film, when reading the novel it was based on? This has happened to me a lot, but not with this book.
I love the film version – I think it’s almost perfect – but when I picked up the novel, after the first few chapters I’d forgotten about Jack Nicholson and co.
Is Kesey a forgotten author these days? I was amazed that the young lecturer on my creative writing MA had never read any Kesey.
Provided You Don’t Kiss Me – 20 years with Brian Clough by Duncan Hamilton
Hanif – I know you’re a Man U fan, but bear with me on this. And if you’re reading this thinking I’m not a football fan, it doesn’t matter, I would recommend this to anyone, whether they like football (or soccer) or not.
A great book about one of the most charismatic, mercurial and controversial figures in post-war British sport. I first read this on a boozy coach trip to Ostend from the UK – I read it again on the way back. Sports journalist Duncan Hamilton writes about his time with Clough during the highs and lows of the latter’s management career – the complexities of their relationship (Hamilton was a naïve junior hack when he first met Clough) and the reality behind a very complex man.
The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury
I can’t remember who said this, but someone once wrote that Ray Bradbury didn’t write science fiction or fantasy, he wrote stories about people in the mid-west – who happened to be living on Mars.
This was my favourite book when I was a kid, and a regular takeaway from the tiny prefabricated hut that was my local library. The stories are sometimes exciting, occasionally horrifying and always captivating.
Did Ray invent magical realism? Quite possibly.
The Steps of the Sun by Walter Tevis
Another book with a sci-fi stamp on the dust jacket, but put to one side any prejudices about bug-eyed monsters and fluorescent spandex jumpsuits.
The author of The Hustler, The Queen’s Gambit and The Man Who Fell to Earth, this is a fascinating and weirdly prophetic book, written in the early 80s, that includes an Obama-like president, an Elon Musk type protagonist and a powerful capitalist China still wearing communist clothes.
It’s also a book about alcoholism, impotence, loss and redemption. I first read this in my teens and tried to find it again in my 30s. Long out of print, I had to import a well-worn copy originally from Sayville library in New York.
Waterlog by Roger Deakin
A pioneer of wild swimming (don’t stop reading, please!), Roger Deakin journeys across the UK exploring our relationship with water and swimming beyond the chlorinated, blue-tiled baths most of us are probably familiar with.
Part-personal-history, part-social-history, with digressions on the ownership of land and water, and the value of nature (and swimming) for everyone, at times it felt like I was swimming down a river on a perfect summer day alongside the author.
I think Robert MacFarlane once said there was always a whiff of (clean) river water whenever he met Deakin
Fire in the Blood by Irene Nemirovsky - such a cool chronicler of passion
This Real Night by Rebecca West
The Passion, by Jeanette Winterson
Playing Beattie Bow by Ruth Park - Park tempered her earlier sentimentality with finely drawn vignettes of brutality of early Sydney
The Walnut Mansion by Miljenko Jergovic - I think I’d love a Substack slow release for this, because I read it too fast the first time round
Intimacies by Katie Kitamura
I can't name a favourite book. There are several writers I really like: Zola, Kureishi, Rushdie, Simenon or Doris Lessing etc. If I had to name a book which is not fiction it would be "The History of Sexuality" by Foucault.
The Bone People by Keri Hulme
The Man who Mistook His Wife for a Hat by Oliver Sacks
Demon Copperfield by Barbara Kingsolver
Gothic Tales by Isak Dinesen
The Night Watchman by Louise Erdrich
Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight by Alexandra Fuller
Sorry Hanif - can't do only six, but I've whittled it down to eight, and even that was very difficult. All these I have re-read many times.
The Death of Ivan Ilych - Tolstoy. The most profound meditation on dying and mortality. Unmatched - a work of genius.
Seize the Day - Saul Bellow. No one creates a whole magical world and populates it with such an array of both larger-than-life, quirky, eccentric and equally humdrum but fascinating characters that one can see and feel with such crystal perspicacity as Bellow does in this novella. Profound, funny, tragic, existential - everything I love.
Angel Pavement - J.B Priestley. A depiction of a now lost London and, as with Bellow, one is immersed in a whole world, dwelling among characters that are so real it's as if you are eavesdropping on their lives in all their tragedy, ugliness and beauty. Priestley at his best - peerless.
The Painted Veil - W. Somerset Maugham. Hong Kong under British colonial rule, female sexuality, Taoism, the English class structure, the agonies, ecstasies and pathetic absurdities of love, the weltanschauung of the rational Occident versus the mystical Orient, the unspeakable horrors of a cholera epidemic. Reading this, as with all of Maugham's work, is like watching a movie unfold in your mind. His writing is so clear and precise, evoking setting and place so keenly you can smell and taste it.
The Indian Life - Herman Hesse. A short story at the end of his novel 'The Glass Bead Game'. Utterly magical, transcendent. Maya, Hindu Yogi meditation, sexual and familial love, the vanity and futility of war, the illusion of life, the nothingness at the heart of everything. So beautifully written, such clarity of thought and prose.
The Outsider - Camus. At age 19 this book changed my life. Maybe it even saved my life. Certainly, it transformed my life from what it may otherwise have become. The enigmatic anti-hero Meursault is the very embodied essence of French Existentialism.
Engleby - Sebastian Faulks. An astonishing work of art. Madness, reason, (and the madness of reason), the brutality of an English public school institution, and at the heart of it an utterly fascinating, thoroughly disturbing case study of a murderous psychopath and sociopath in the character of Engleby. A work of genius and IMHO Faulks's best novel.
Love in a Blue Time - Kureishi. Your excavation of the 'inner life' and the soul's search and yearning for love and fulfillment is breathtaking in its insight. In particular, your two collections of short stories 'Love in a Blue Time' and 'Midnight All Day'. 'Love in a Blue Time' is a searing, soaring set of stories. The final short story 'The Flies' is so deep, haunting and unflinchingly candid.
I've been thinking over this question for a while. It's difficult to decide but I do love the following: Moderato Cantabile - Marguerite Duras
Anna Karenina - Tolstoy
Intimacy - Hanif Kureishi
The Unbearable Lightness of Being - Milan Kundera
In Search of Time Lost (even though I have not yet read all of it) - Marcel Proust
The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald
This is hard to do:
Don Quijote De La Mancha by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Moby Dick by Herman Melville
War and Peace by Leon Tolstoy
Ulysses by James Joyce
Omeros by Derek Walcott
Odyssey by. Homer
Cutting for Stone by Abraham Verghese.
A Most dangerous Method: the story of Jung, Freud, and Sabina Speilrein by
John Kerr
The Buddha of Suburbia by Hanif Kureishi
The Goldfinch by Donna Tart
Sent from my iPad
This very difficult but I’ll try.
1) Foster - Claire Keegan
2) The Fifth Child - Doris Lessing
3) The Portrait of a Lady - Henry James
4) Love - Hanne Ørstavik
5) Other People - Martin Amis
6) Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
I will post this and then regret it for all the novels I’ve not listed. As I said, too hard.
Life a User's Manual by Georges Perec:
I love big books and of my choices are all big, all representing an author in full command of the craft, each reaching perhaps just a bit too far on occasion, but doing so with glorious results. George Perec was a man who craved constraints, puzzles, games to create his worlds. Life a User's Manual takes place in a single moment in time in a Parisian apartment building in the 1970s. The movement from dwelling to dwelling is done in accordance with the Knight's move in chess. Like the man himself, the novel is difficult to describe in a few sentences. Perec uses each dwelling to tell a story, whether one from that precise moment in time, or from a moment in the dwelling's past brought forth by an object in the apartment. Though it may sound like a dry exercise, the novel is filled with life, with joy, with love. Perec died far too young after a tragic upbringing where he lost both is parents in the War. Puzzles and impish mischief were his way out. Read this book. I've read it three times and it still reveals gifts.
In Search of Lost Time.
I prefer the translation that was contemporaneous to Proust, the Scott-Moncrief, though the new Penguin one is also quite good--particularly Lydia Davis' volume 1. (as an aside: the bio of Scott-Moncrief written by his great-great niece called "Chasing Lost Time" is outstanding)
Underworld by Don DeLillo.
All of his collective concerns were poured into this book.
Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace.
A joyful and terrifying mess of a book describing a terrifying, and occasionally joyful world. A satire of the future of American culture that has largely (and sadly) come true.
The Bell by Iris Murdoch.
I just recently started reading Iris Murdoch. My god what a towering intellect, what a generous mind, and yes, what a funny goddamn writer.
Magic Mountain by Thomas Mann.
A world sleepwalking into oblivion.
But wait! How could I forget Moby Dick!!!!
The Idea of Perfection - Kate Grenville
Small Island- Andrea Levy
A Theft: My Con Man -Hanif Kureishi
What Maisie Knew - Henry James
The Siege of Krishnapur - J G Farrell
Life with Picasso - Francoise Gilot and Carlton Lake.
All carrying rich insights.
This is a movable evolving feast, but right now? Hmmmmm
Small Things like These by Claire Keegan
The Czar's Madman by Jaan Kross
Journey by Moonlight by Antal Szerb
Aura by Carlos Fuentes
Lost Children Archive by Valeria Luiselli
Chronicle of a Death Foretold by Gabriel García Márquez
Hard as hell to choose for sure. In no particular order - but, as you can see, I contend that 'entertaining' fiction can be just as wondrous as 'art fiction'. And then there's poetry...
Love Poems - Anne Sexton
Dr. Bloodmoney (or Ubik, or Martian Timeslip, or The Man in the High Castle, or...) - Phillip K. Dick
Lady Chatterley's Lover - D.H. Lawrence
Lolita - Vladimir Nabakov
Man and His Symbols - Carl Jung
Autobiography of a Face - Lucy Grealy
Honorable mentions:
The Moon is a Harsh Mistress (and Waldo & Magic, Inc.) - Robert Heinlein
Climate Man and History - Robert Claiborne
The Magic Mountain (or the Death In Venice collection of short stories) - Thomas Mann
Our Marvelous native Tongue - Robert Claiborne
The Norton Anthology of Poetry
The Norton Anthology of Women Poets
The Making of the Atomic Bomb - Richard Rhodes
Man's Search for Meaning - Victor Frankl
The Great Gatsby - S. Scott Fitzgerald
Everything That Rises Must Converge - Flannery O'Connor
Six of the best.
The first could be whatever I'm in love with reading at the moment. And at the moment I'm reading Wuthering Heights, which seems like it'll be a leading contender ever more anyway. Before that it was Fear of Flying.
Then What is Art by Tolstoy. No nonsense lots of sense, and heart.
A Moveable Feast, Hemingway. Paris, being young, being a writer and among lots of others.
A Christmas Carol, Dickens.
Zen mind, beginners mind, Shunryu Suzuki. Very helpful.
Finding Them Gone, visiting China's poets of the past, Bill Porter/Red Pine.
Could be others, I'm not absolute on it, in a way. I've not included poetry or drama. I wonder if it's the book I'm in love with or how it meets me in life, or met me.
I have included poetry!
And send you best wishes, as one of your readers.
Doctor Zhivago, Pasternak
Anna Karenin, Tolstoy
Lolita, Nabokov
Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte
Little Women, Louisa May Alcott
Cry the Beloved Country, Alan Paton
Fortune de France (Robert Merle)
Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen)
Good Omens (Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman)
Bluets (Maggie Nelson)
All the Living and the Dean (Hayley Campbell)
Louis XI: The Universal Spider (Paul Murray Kendall)
Maybe.
Robert Merle is a good read. And there are so many of them.
Thank you Hanif for this post and thank you all for posting your list. I will revisit many of your titles and check out what i have not read. I forgot to add to my list: most of Doris Lessing except for her science fiction.
Mine are:
Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh
Atonement by Ian McEwan
Regeneration Trilogy by Pat Barker
Never Let Me Go by Kasugo Ishiguro
How I Live Now (Can’t remember the author)
The Little Stranger by Sarah Waters
Yes, all of Ian McEwan.
Hmm... at the moment my favourites would be:
O Caledonia by Elspeth Barker - I thoroughly enjoyed this and a friend I passed it on to said it made her laugh out loud.
Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky by Patrick Hamilton
The Slaves of Solitude by Patrick Hamilton
A Month in the Country by J L Carr
The Fortnight in September by R C Sheriff
Hard to decide on the sixth! So many titles coming to mind. Will have a think.
Hard to choose, of course, but my six:
Far From the Tree by Andrew Solomon
Bad Blood by Lorna Sage
Strangers to Ourselves by Rachel Aviv
Civilisation by Steve Braunias
Hidden Valley Road by Robert Kolker
Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh
I would say Beloved - Toni Morrison
The Scarlet Song by Mariana Ba
The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley
The Reluctance Fundamentalist by Mohsin Hamid
Men Without Women - Haruki Murakami
Chronicle of a Death Foretold - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
and The House of the Spirits - Isabel Allende
I often give The Mists of Avalon as a gift.
Yes she (Elizabeth Goudge) wrote children’s books too / was it the white horse one? There are a few - that has made me happy to know !
Any 21st century publications yet?
The English Understand Wool by Helen DeWitt -- very short, smart, & entertaining, especially if you've had difficult experiences related to publishing. I also liked Brisbane by Eugene Vodolazkin.
Oooh, that's a difficult one.......Possibly:-
'People Of The Lie' - M Scott Peck (Narcisissism and Evil)
'Intuition' - Osho (If in doubt meditate!)
'The Prophet' - Kahil Gibran (Profound and poetic observation of life & love)
'Perfume Story Of A Murder' - Patrick Sùskind (most sensually evocative and beautifully written book I've had the pleasure to read)
And
'Wilt' - Tom Sharpe (British farce at its finest)