Read (And Not Read) in 2011

by akingatnight

[Our West Coast correspondent A King at Night weighs in on the books he read---and didn't read---in 2011. Where they fit, I've linked book titles to my own reviews, or Noquar's, our Brooklyn correspondent. --Ed.]

All of the books I did read in 2011:

1. The Recognitions – William Gaddis

If more people were able/interested in surmounting this 960 page giant I think it would be roundly considered possibly the best American novel. But as it is Gaddis sabotaged himself by writing a book that is almost literally too good.

2. City of Glass – Paul Auster

I think this one was my favorite of the New York Trilogy, except that I didn’t think of separating them until I made this list. So really I read three books as three parts of the same novel. One which I loved and adored fully. It was my first Auster and a the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

3. Ghosts – Paul Auster

See above.

4. The Locked Room – Paul Auster

See above.

5. Bright Lights Big CityJay McInerny

Not sure why I read this one. I think I just had it sitting around and it read fast enough to keep me engaged. I’m also not sure why this was as apparently popular as it was upon release. I know he was friends with Bret Ellis, but it just seems like Ellis but kind of declawed. So maybe that’s a good thing for some people. The use of second person narration was cool, I guess you don’t see that very often.

6. Blood Meridian  – Cormac McCarthy

There is almost literally nothing I can say about this that will have any value. I should mention that it fully lived up to the years and years of personal hype I had built up for it.

7. Powr Mastrs vol. 2, 3  – C.F.

This is a weird comic book series a friend introduced me to. Apparently it is ongoing and I think I would like to continue reading it.

8. Point Omega – Don DeLillo

This was my first attempt at DeLillo and I’m pretty sure I chose it because of its minuscule length and awesome cover art. I was totally enthralled and blown away. So much so in fact that Point Omega gets the distinction of the being, so far, the first and only book I have actually read twice in a row. As in I finished it and then flipped back to page one and read it a second time and it was brilliant again.

9. In The Country of Last Things – Paul Auster

I didn’t fully love this as much as I did the NY Trilogy, but I think that is due to a certain lack of detectives and the New York setting. This book kind of reminds me of a big, sad Terry Gilliam movie. Auster is in my opinion the unquestioned master of that meta-text device where what you are reading is actually being written by the character in the book. (I’m sure there is a name for that, but I don’t know it).

10. The Pale King – David Foster Wallace

I’ll try and cut the hyperbole on this one. I don’t care what any people are saying about this book or the man who wrote it. My enjoyment of this and other DFW books is entirely a personal experience. He may in fact be the smartest novelist who ever lived or whatever but I’m not going to browbeat you into believing me, and somehow trying to make myself look good by extension. This book did things for me that no book (including Infinite Jest) has ever done and for that I am grateful. I’ll say no more.

11. Day of The Locust – Nathaniel West

What a weird, dark, little book this is. And why have I never been told that the name Homer Simpson is used prominently throughout? The end of this book was basically jaw-dropping and could be the best sequence Fellini never filmed. I hear there was a movie made based on this, but I think it supposedly wasn’t very good.

12. The Time Machine Did It – John Swartzwelder

This is the first book in a series written following Detective Frank Burly. And the ONLY reason I haven’t immediately read each and every one of them is because they are self-published by the author and therefore impossible to find used. And since I almost never buy books new it would be a huge price adjustment for me. So I’ll take them slow, but if the rest are as fun as this is I predict I will love all of them.

13. Ubik – Phillip K. Dick

Very enjoyable, packed full of ideas (as usual for Dick) and with a pretty engaging plot to tie it all together.

14. Carpenter’s Gothic – William Gaddis

Last time I was home visiting my family I discovered that a copy of this book in my mom’s bathroom. Apparently she had seen me post about Gaddis on Facebook and decided to take my word for it. She was about a third of the way through this relatively slim book but confessed to having a hard time reading it. She asked what about it appealed to me so much and I told her that I view Gaddis as maybe the greatest American writer who ever lived, but that of the three books I’ve read of his Carpenter’s Gothic is the weakest, (or the least amazing, maybe) but that, you know, good luck telling anyone to read a 700 page book written entirely in unattributed dialogue (JR) or a 960 pager about classical art. So yeah CG is more of a little experiment in storytelling (the goal was to tell a massive sociopolitical epic, but done entirely in one location, a house in the country outside new york) than it is an essential work. But if you want to wet yr feet in regards to Gaddis but won’t/can’t commit to his larger, better books, then this is a decent starting point.

15. Child of God – Cormac McCarthy

Totally awesome. I started reading it late at night after finishing the previous book and ended up sitting on the couch until 4:30am and did the whole thing in one sitting. That doesn’t happen too often with me and I can’t really account for why it happened this time . . . but yeah this is the most readable McCarthy I’ve read since The Road.

16. The Transmigration of Timothy Archer – Phillip K. Dick

This is the (sort of) conclusion to PKD’s VALIS trilogy, which I started reading last year. It was the last book he wrote and is I think a pretty wonderful swan song for a guy as freakishly imaginative as him. It isn’t even really sci-fi even, but more like “spi-fi” (the term I just made up for Spiritual Fiction) which is sort of what all of his latter work was I guess, and is a thing that really resonates with me personally.

17. Leviathan – Paul Auster

My fifth Auster of the year: I picked this up because it had a cool cover and I read it mostly on flights to and from a wedding I attended in Wisconsin. This is totally wonderful and probably my second favorite Auster novel (behind NY3). I think if I were to write a longer piece on PA I would probably use this book to talk about his interest in choosing protagonists who are frequently less interesting than a supporting character whom they idolize. And also his interesting views on marriage and adultery. It’s worth noting that the book is dedicated to Don DeLillo and upon seeing that I was inspired to pick up some more of his books and finally some of the others that were piling up on my shelf.

18. White Noise – Don DeLillo

I’ve had a copy for this for like ten years and somehow could never make it past the first two pages, even though they are a really good two pages. Honestly in this case I think it was the edition. I had one of those scholarly ones with all the annotation and stuff that make the book look twice as long and 10x more boring. And then I found the newly printed Penguin paperback and burned through it in like a week. It’s one of the funniest things I’ve read and was really a gateway drug into a binge of DeLillo that was incredibly fulfilling.

19. Running Dog – Don DeLillo

This was probably the least mind-blowing (and the earliest) of the DeLillo I read this year. But still a good time, slightly Pynchonian (Pynchonesque?) probably as a result of DD still finding his own voice at that point. I probably wouldn’t recommend it to anyone who wasn’t already pretty well-into DeLillo but for fans of his I think it would be a good read.

20. Libra – Don DeLillo

Two things in life constantly threaten to destroy me: The Zodiac Killer and JFK. There is always this looming sense that if I were to ever really, fully commit to researching either case I would be entering rabbit-hole I’d never find my way out of. This book was simultaneously the most tempting experience but also the most satisfying. Because even if DD had to invent some of this he still presents a version of the story that is totally plausible. So maybe it’s a placebo but at least I can sleep at night.

21. Underworld – Don DeLillo

It was all a rehearsal for this one though. This big guy had been taking up space on my night stand for months and I’d had a number of friends basically begging me to read it for years. When I finally got around to reading it I was pleased to discover that it is NOT difficult at all, it’s just long. There is a sort of genre of these “big, complex, post-modern(?)” type of books. It’s a thing that I have a weakness for: Gravity’s Rainbow, Mason & Dixon, Against The Day, The Tunnel, The Recognitions, JR, Infinite Jest, etc. And I mean while Underworld has some things in common with these books I would actually characterize it as almost more like a Norman Mailer book or something. Yeah, I’d put it somewhere between a more-sober Thomas Pynchon and a less-horny Norman Mailer. Does that make sense at all?

22. The Orchard Keeper – Cormac McCarthy

I was hoping for a repeat of my Child of God experience with this one. And while that didn’t quite happen I still enjoyed this book a lot. Major props to McCarthy for mentioning Melungeons in the first chapter, being descended from that obscure ethnic group myself, with my dad’s family from east Tennessee, I can tell you that that is exactly the type of super-esoteric, colloquial reference that he later got a lot of praise for utilizing in his more-celebrated western novels. I guess it’s just neat to see that as a part of his style so early and is further proof that he is not in fact a writer of westerns at all, but just possibly the best writer of any region, just wherever he decides to dedicate his interest.

23. Train Dreams – Denis Johnson

I love Denis Johnson so much. I don’t usually buy hardback books but when I saw this cute little book I knew I had to have it. It reads super fast and is really just a great little character piece, telling basically the whole life of this one particular guy. Johnson could write two dozen of these things and I would read every one of them. But he won’t because he’s busy doing whatever other random thing he decides to write brilliantly—-

24. Nobody Move  – Denis Johnson

—-Like this little crime novel he wrote. I don’t think anyone who was around when his first few books would ever have thought he would end up trying to write a pulp novel. I certainly wouldn’t have. But boy am I glad he did. This book was so totally fun to read, with some of the most enjoyable dialogue I’ve ever read in my life. It isn’t as tightly plotted as any of the Coen bros. movies that it reminds me of, but for sentence-by-sentence writing it was one of the best things I read all year.

25. Wild at Heart – Barry Gifford

I had seen the movie a few times and knew I wanted t try the book. I heard that Lynch wrote the script in six days and having read it now I can say that I completely believe that is true. It’s probably one of the closest adaptations I’ve ever seen and really I’m just stunned by how Lychian Gifford’s book already was. It makes so much sense that these two collaborated on Lost Highway and my only wish is that they would work together again sometime.

26. Travels in The Scriptorium – Paul Auster

So I guess with this one Auster officially beat DeLillo for the most-read author of the year prize. I wasn’t even intending to buy another one until I saw the cover of this and instantly knew I had to. Anything that is this visually reminiscent of Twin Peaks has to be good right? It ended up being a great, easy read, which I am learning is typical of PA.

27. The Bailbondsman – Stanley Elkin

This is the first novella is book of three called Searches and Seizures that I just bought the other day. I was sold when I saw that William Gass had a blurb on the back cover saying something like “the three books contained in this volume are among the greatest in our literature” to which I mentally responded “well jeez Bill, I guess we’re going for the hard sell today, fine, I’ll buy it, say no more.” So I’m not ready to agree or disagree with Gass on this one, but I can see why he would like Elkin’s style, which sort of reminds me of a funnier more playful version of what Gass does.

28. The Making of Ashenden – Stanley Elkin

The second novella in Searches and Seizures is shorter and packs a bigger punch than the first. It’s one of these things where if I told you what happens in the story you would probably want to read it, but knowing what happens would reduce the impact when it does happen, so just trust me and read it. The writing is just terrific and it’s really funny. Humor isn’t really a quality that I value in visual entertainment as much, but when someone can write literary fiction that actually has me laughing out loud I tend to think it’ s worth mentioning.

29. No One Belongs Here More Than You – Miranda July

So I was fully ready to finish the third novella in that Elkin collection until I found myself at a friend’s apartment cat-sitting on Christmas Eve and this book was sitting on the shelf. So in keeping with the name of this blog I just went ahead and stole it. I proceeded to read it very quickly and I laughed out loud more than I expected to (remember when I mentioned literary fiction that elicits laughter? This was like that too). I confess that I don’t read a ton of short stories, (a truth this list will generally attest to) but I found this whole collection just wonderful. It might also be that this is the only book written by a woman that I read all year. In the past few years I have generally been on a strict diet of books that fit loosely to the idea of “American Post-Modern Novels” but generally means “Books published after the 60s by white guys mostly from new york.” And while I am proud of the big reading accomplishments this focus has helped me attain, (how else does one read Gaddis if not through sheer force of will?) this slight, sad, funny, collection of contemporary short fiction written by a young-ish female writer has shown me that I definitely need to broaden my palate.

Some of the books I did not read in 2011:

1. Freedom – Jonathan Franzen

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah blah blah blah blah blah blah glasses glasses glasses glasses glasses smug smug smug smug smug smug smug. I think I’ll let this one age a bit more before I attempt to read it. Granted his short “Breakup Stories” may literally be my favorite piece of fiction to appear in the new yorker in the past ten or twenty years… but, I have read the first page of The Corrections on three separate occasions (in three different sized editions, so now I know the physical copy is in fact NOT the problem) and each time I woke up in the spring, without having read the book. If I ever did decide to crack this one it would probably be in audio form, and maybe as part of a long road trip alone, specifically without a cell phone or cigarettes so that I would have nothing else I could possibly do.

2. 2666 – Roberto Bolano

I’m sorry Ed. I really am. It will happen, I swear it. But every time I pick this book up I am baraged by random four-part spanish sounding names that are indistinguishable for me, sample sentence: “What Jaun-Carlos Hernandez Jr. admired most about the poetry of Jullio Valdez-Herrara was the tactility of words. They leapt off the page with such precision and style that Jaun-Carlos was transported from the dusty villa where he sat to candlelit hut with a thatched roof, where revolutions are planned. He tried in vain to explain the power of the work to his professor Guillermo-Carlos Nunez but he scoffed at the work of Veldez-Herrara, calling it unworthy of the literary crown of the great Gabriell Marco San Flores.”

3. Suttree – Cormac McCarthy

After all the other McCarthy I read this year, I kind of thought I might just push on through with this one. I’ve been told by a number of people that it is one of his best. But the first page just stopped me dead in my tracks and I instantly knew it wasn’t the right time. No big deal, I’ll get around to it and then the border trilogy afterward.

4. Ulysses – James Joyce

Yes another year busy not-reading Ulysses. I feel I’m in good company on this though so oh well. It can’t really be that difficult can it? I enjoyed both Gravity’s Rainbow and Infinite Jest so my hope is that when I finally do get around to this big guy it will somehow seem quaint and easy. I’m sure that’s an exaggeration though.

5. Anything by David Mitchell

Because seriously fuck this guy. That Cloud Atlas movie adaptation is going to be a huge pile of shit too.

6. Middlesex – Jeffrey Euginides

This book has been haunting me for years, seemingly begging to be read and for some reason I am just 100% uninterested. But it has this weird habit of managing to show up on the bookshelves of people I like and trust, oftentimes sitting very close to other books I like. And sometimes these people tell me to read it. But it never seems very dire does it? No one is rapterous about this book and that makes me think that the Whatever-Prize sticker on the front is causing more people to read it than the actual urgency of the content. Somehow though last year Middlesex managed to get itself into a thrift store in the 50 cent bin, atop a pile of romance novels and pamphlets about Mormons. So now it sits on my shelf, tucked away on that hard to reach, shitty corner next to Cloud Atlas and whatever Dave Eggers books people insist I borrow but that I will never read (because: fuck that guy too). Sometimes though I hear a noise at night and when I wake up Middlesex is lying next to me on the pillow. So I’m pretty much going to have to read it at some point . . . not this year though.

7. Zodiac – Robert Greysmith

Bought it at the Farmer’s Market book stand and held it like a dark version of Willy Wonka’s golden ticket or some kind of box that when opened unleashes Chaos and Evil into the otherwise peaceful world. Right now I have a wife and an apartment and two cats, but I’m pretty sure I would somehow lose all of that the moment I cracked this book. Part of me is delusionally convinced that if I just dedicate my life to the cause that I could solve the Zodiac mystery. NOT reading this book has kept me from indulging that dark obsession for another year.

8. The Beckett Trilogy

Read ten pages or so and just felt like I wasn’t smart enough. Give me a few years and I’ll try it again.

9. Anything by Dennis Cooper

This dude sounds intense and disturbing, but also maybe really awesome. I heard about him first while googling interviews with the band Whitehouse and found Cooper’s blog and a massive post he did on them. Anyone who likes Whitehouse has to be okay right? Well at least I can’t say I wasn’t warned. I plan to get ahold of some of his books but I have no idea where to start, or where to find a bookstore that will give them to me in a plain brown paper bag so I don’t feel weird taking the bus home, as though by holding a Dennis Cooper book I’m sending some strange signal to all the secret sexual deviants around me every day.

10. Crime Wave – James Ellroy

Because I thought it was a novel when I bought it and since I have never read Ellroy I didn’t want to start with a collection of essays.

11. Paradise – Donald Barthelme

I am thrilled to still have a rainy day Barthelme novel left. So as much as it sounds hilarious I am going to hold off reading it for as long as I can.

12. Infinite Jest – David Foster Wallace

Granted I read it three years ago, but every year that I don’t re-read it I get sort of sad. I live vicariously through the one friend every year who reads it for the first time, and every time I listen to them rave for an hour I get it in my head that I’ll snatch it up and give it a quick once over. But when faced with the actual commitment involved I never do it. One day, one day.

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22 Comments to “Read (And Not Read) in 2011”

  1. I’m jealous of someone reading so many of these books for the first time. I’m also inspired to give The Recognitions one more go. Please consider Delillo’s The Names, and much more Stanley Elkin, esp the short book The Living End and the quite longer George Mills. (And don’t sweat the Franzen…eeesh)

    • I have vowed to read all of DeLillo, (reading The Body Artist right now actually) and I can say I will read more Elkin for sure, thanks for the recommendations.

  2. I dunno, you think being raped by a bear speaking in phonetic symbols would give the novella’s punch away?

    I never got Auster. I assume that’s on me.

    • I think Middlesex is not worth the time (although the effort is minimal), but it’s not a bad book to read on a vacation or beach or whatever.

      I hated Freedom.

      I think Ulysses would be a good book to read before Suttree, or really a lot of books, because Suttree (and a lot of other books) borrow elements of its structure and allude to its tropes.

      I feel bad that I didn’t finish The Recognitions. I literally read more than half and then quit.

      I’m curious how many of the books you read (the McIrney and Wild at Heart, for example) were Vintage Contemporaries from the ’80s with those awful, hyper-literal covers (I am obsessed with these book covers).

      • I’m kind of obsessed with covers as well, but even beyond that it goes to the whole edition, the weight and feel and even the thickness of the paper. Typing it all out I realize I sound like such a crazy fetishist, but sometimes I really will decide that an edition is unreadable by just looking at it and holding it. So all of the McCarthy are in those good paperbacks with the paintings on the cover. Bright Lights was definitely that shitty white cover with the eighties illustration, which I would never have committed to if it didn’t read so quickly. Wild at Heart was the movie cover, which normally I hate but this I didn’t mind. I’ve gained an affection for the hyper-photoshop art covers of PKD’s books, and other than that all the books were in pretty good editions, (I’ll mention my favorite physical bookstore nearby where many of these were purchased tends to only stock good editions http://aliasbookseast.com/Alias/alias.html).

  3. I guess I liked Middlesex more than you guys. It did win the Pulitzer, fer chrissake.

    I haven’t read Freedom yet either even though I’m a Franzen fan-boy. I don’t know why, but I keep putting it off.

    Someday I will finish 2666. I’ve gotten half-way TWICE before life events got in the way. I’m getting so that I really *know* the first few books really well!

    I own two David Mitchell books and have read neither. So yeah, fuck that guy!

    The only Auster I’ve read is the first two books of the NY Trilogy. I liked it, but I didn’t love it. I should get to that third one – maybe it’ll change my mind

    I read White Noise almost ten years ago and thus began an awful habit of picking up DiLillo novels and not finishing them. Another writer to give another go at, i guess.

    Great list – loved your commentary.

  4. I love Pynchon and like David Foster Wallace (right now I’m enjoying The Broom of the System, and like you I loved The Pale King), but Ulysses is on a whole other level than Gravity’s Rainbow and Infinite Jest, or just about anything written that’s not Finnegans Wake (which I’m not really a fan of, anyway). You think DFW might’ve been the smartest novelist ever? Wait till you get around to reading Ulysses. If GR and IJ are solar systems, or galaxies, even, Ulysses is the entire universe. I don’t think Pynchon or Wallace on their very best days (or months, or years, or lives) could have written the Oxen of the Sun or Ithaca episodes.

    Tangentially: 2666 is amazing. Gaddis is incredible; J.R. is fantastic. Dude wrote the best dialogue since, well, Joyce. (Gaddis is definitely up there in the Smartest Novelists of All Time rankings.)

  5. I’ve never had the chance to pick up any of David Mitchell’s work and I’m wondering about the “fuck that guy” comment. Yes, it made me chuckle with my morning coffee, but I also remember Biblioklept giving his work good reviews. What am I missing?

    • The primary writer here at biblioklept, Ed, liked David Mitchell’s books when he first read them. But his enthusiasm, as well as the generally across-the-board enthusiasm of everyone on the planet for the guy led to a devastating over-hype. By the time I read Cloud Atlas I was basically set up to expect the greatest literary achievement of the decade or something and all I could see was some smirky “clever” undergrad’s idea of a “brilliant” novel. It pissed me off so much and put me in such a sour mood that my wife begged me to stop reading it. After I finally finished it I picked up Denis Johnson’s Tree of Smoke and realized “this is what a sprawling literary epic should be” and resolved myself to the idea that just as Denis Johnson wrote books like Jesus’ Son and Angels long before he did Tree of Smoke, then perhaps Mitchell just has some living to do before he can be inspired by something more than his own cute cleverness. So maybe when we are both old men David Mitchell will write a book that seems worth my time to read, but for the foreseeable future, yeah, fuck him.

  6. Cloud Atlas is formally fantastic and quite a work of imagination (I should disclose that I’m not terribly well-read in world-making books), and DeZoet is maybe the best new thing I’ve read in a decade. Even the earlier books are kind of fun, if not as ambitious, etc. And the guy is young, too, which means he’s got plenty of time to grow out of annoying habits. (How much of Broom of the System is too clever?)

    Freedom‘s a waste of time. Franzen is probably a waste of time (sorry, Brooks).

    The running-together of names in 2666 turns out to be part of the point. I’ve read it twice now and acknowledge that it’s a good book, though it’s not one I actually enjoy a whole lot.

    Re Gaddis, A Frolic of His Own is maybe a nice middle-ground that showcases some of Gaddis’s humor without requiring as big an investment. That said, it’s firmly third in line behind JR (my favorite) and The Recognitions.

  7. just read 2666. it’s intense and amazing. felt good to feel so radically alienated. considering getting the third reich, too.

    i loved cloud atlas. hadn’t been exposed to the hype before i read it in the past few months. the structure was clever but the best part, to me, was how he embedded in the narratives on the backside what the novel was about or trying to achieve. maybe too precious or twee but fun to find and cleverly placed inside the text. not sure about how the movie adaptation will turn out.

    did read freedom this year and felt, well, meh about the experience. not sure why i bothered giving it the time. (i do love the video posted by here with franzen talking about dysfunctional families, but mostly b/c of john irving’s reaction late in the segment.)

    • We don’t have to get into a big Cloud Atlas argument… but I will say that while the concept for his structure is commendably imaginative, I never believed that each piece fit into the following one in quite the way the narrative claimed. i.e why would Frobisher care at all about the Adam Ewing story? I certainly didn’t care about it at all, so reading this other character reacting with fascination to this thing that I just read and was NOT fascinated with was just confounding and annoying. The most flawed of all of these being very obviously the connection between Sonmi and Cavendish. It simply doesn’t make sense that an android fast food employee in the year 35 million or whatever would find this story of a bumbling, limey publisher so engaging, especially once it is revealed that his story has been turned into a film and that that is how she is interacting with it, as though this became some incredibly famous english version of Cuckoo’s Nest or something. The problem is always that I (the reader) just experienced what these characters are each claiming to be so taken with but I always know that each story reads like a writer’s workshop ripoff of some other style or genre or whatever. The only one of the leaps that did make sense to me was from Sonmi to the future where she was worshipped like the virgin mary or whatever, that was cool but it’s a shame that that section so completely unreadable that I almost ripped it out of the book in frustration…. Anyhow…

      I notice no one got upset when I said “fuck that guy” to Dave Eggers.

      • I like Eggers—not so much for his writing, which I think even he will agree is so-so, but for what he’s done to advocate child literacy in this country.

        • Yeah I feel you, child literacy is the best, but the whole 826 thing always feels like some weird human shield he’s built around his career which protects him attacks. I know there no way this was ever intentional on his part but it’s always annoyed me.

          I’m so sure that if I ever met him I would recant all negative things I have ever said. I’m so sure that staring into his deep soulful eyes would wash away any resentment, leaving me with only feelings of respect and admiration. But I haven’t yet, so all I have to go on are my readings of his books and the trailer for that awful looking pregnancy movie he wrote with his wife.

          • I think Eggers makes no claims to literary greatness (although I think What Is the What is a pretty good book) — he’s not a Wallace or a Vollmann — he’s the guy who would like to make sure that certain types of books get put out. Sure, McSweeney’s overall image can be too precious, but they publish lots of great stuff—writers like Chris Adrian, Wells Tower, William Vollmann, etc.

            In some ways, I think Eggers is doing the same thing that Jonathan Lethem is doing, only a lot more honestly, if that makes any sense at all (which no it doesn’t of course.

  8. Funny you should mention this, V is the only book I ever finished and turned to page one and reread. On your recommendation I’ll read “The Recognitions” and “Point Omega”.

    • Point Omega and The Recognitions couldn’t be more different in terms of size and the effort required to complete them, but I did truly love them both.

  9. akingatknight is retarded.

  10. couldn’t agree more on 2666 and Ulysses is the same intimidating story every year.
    Liked NY Trilogy but not Travels in a Scriptorium. I think Auster gets too self indulgent in his themes.
    Been thinking of reading White Noise for a long time. May be this month I shall.

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