"A half-read book is a half-finished love affair."
By about 2016, I will probably have found enough time to both read and organize a list of the best books of 2010. In the meantime though, I thought I would offer up the best book I have read this year (regardless of publishing date) in case anyone was looking for last minute reading recommendations for the holiday season.
I have never attempted nor do I plan on attempting to be a fiction writer. I am so obsessively solipsistic I would probably only be able to produce one of those thinly veiled memoirs that funds self-publishing presses.
I suppose this is the principle reason I am drawn to authors of seemingly boundless imagination: Calvino and Pynchon, to name two.
I was often reminded of both while reading David Mitchell's Cloud Atlas, which - I admit - is a dangerous comparison to make as it sets up some unreasonable expectations. While Mitchell isn't as impulsively profound as Pynchon (Cloud Atlas's central metaphor is a bit unidimensional) or formally adventurous as Calvino (Mitchell strikes me as more concerned with character than experimentation), he is just as much of a stylistic chameleon. And perhaps most important of all: just as funny.
I don't want to talk too much about this book because one of its greatest pleasures is its unpredictability. I will just say that I haven't been this excited about an author in quite some time.
And maybe by 2016, I will discover that The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet was the best book of 2010 to boot.
I have never attempted nor do I plan on attempting to be a fiction writer. I am so obsessively solipsistic I would probably only be able to produce one of those thinly veiled memoirs that funds self-publishing presses.
I suppose this is the principle reason I am drawn to authors of seemingly boundless imagination: Calvino and Pynchon, to name two.
I was often reminded of both while reading David Mitchell's Cloud Atlas, which - I admit - is a dangerous comparison to make as it sets up some unreasonable expectations. While Mitchell isn't as impulsively profound as Pynchon (Cloud Atlas's central metaphor is a bit unidimensional) or formally adventurous as Calvino (Mitchell strikes me as more concerned with character than experimentation), he is just as much of a stylistic chameleon. And perhaps most important of all: just as funny.
I don't want to talk too much about this book because one of its greatest pleasures is its unpredictability. I will just say that I haven't been this excited about an author in quite some time.
And maybe by 2016, I will discover that The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet was the best book of 2010 to boot.
2 Comments:
i would say third best behind visit from the goon squad and decoded.
Just got Goon Squad from the library a couple of days ago.
I should also give a shout out to The Lost Books of The Odyssey.
Super Sad True Love Story was aight, but really fell apart at the end.
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