1. I just finished Tinkers by Paul Harding, winner of the Pulitzer Prize, a short, beautiful first novel.
So few books like this are ever written, much less published. It is about an old man on his death-bed remembering his father, who in turn remembers his. A keeper!
2. Then Again by Diane Keaton–I am currently reading this memoir by actress Diane Keaton.
It is more about her relationship with her mother than a celebrity tell-all, and that is what attracted me to it. She is an unpretentious and intelligent person who was very close to her mother and wrote the book after her death to try to understand her better. “Comparing two women with big dreams who shared many of the same conflicts and also happened to be mother and daughter is partially a story of what’s lost in success contrasted with what’s gained in accepting an ordinary life.” Like me in my youth, Diane has frequently been classified as a “flakey chick”, but still waters run deep as they say.
3. The Little White Horse by Elizabeth Goudge–a juvenile novel I had heretofore missed. The cover of the newest edition is terrible, isn’t it?
An older one is much more appealing:
It is purportedly one of J.K. Rowling’s favorites and it is very popular in England. It was even made into a movie starring Ioan Gruffudd, but they changed a lot (playing up some vague romance angles) and angered the book’s fans. It was good and well written and I finished it, but it won’t be added to my shelf of classics.
4. Volume II of the Library of America collected writings of Raymond Chandler.
I periodically re-read his novels, which never disappoint. One can read these books every year, because the plot is forgotten as soon as the book is closed. It is old Philip Marlowe that lingers.
And the prayer book, so the Psalms are always at hand!
What are you reading?
The two books I raved about all year and wanted to hand out to people like candy were Karl Marlantes’s fabulous
and Hilary Mantel’s
I haven’t read anything better than these two books in ages. Yes, Matterhorn is a war novel and, yes, it’s unpleasant, but why shouldn’t it be? This book goes way beyond the typical war story; it is wonderfully nuanced and manages to give every point of view. As for Wolf Hall, well, my dual personality introduced me to it (for which I am very grateful) so I don’t have to go into great detail about why it’s wonderful. As I blogged earlier, the book made me love Thomas Cromwell!
Honorable mentions go to two re-reads:
A favorite of mine since middle school, T.E. Lawrence’s
and a more recent find that I just keep going back to, Alistair MacLeod’s lyrical and elegaic
What were your favorite books of 2011?