2009 literary wrap-up

Jan 05, 2010 12:13

Ira Glass, ed.                                      The New Kings of Nonfiction

Terry Tempest Williams                 An Unspoken Hunger

Gabriel García Márquez                  Love In the Time of Cholera

David James Duncan                       The Brothers K*

Sarah Vowell                                      The Partly Cloudy Patriot*

Kurt Vonnegut                                  Galapagos

Deborah Rodriguez                         Kabul Beauty School

Åsne Seierstad                                  The Bookseller of Kabul

Kurt Vonnegut                                  Slaughterhouse Five

Anna Quindlen                                  Rise and Shine

E. O. Wilson                                        The Future of Life

Roald Dahl                                           The BFG*

Kathleen Norris                                 The Cloister Walk

Bill McKibben                                     The End of Nature

Barbara Kingsolver                          Animal, Vegetable, Miracle

Aldous Huxley                                   Brave New World

Marisha Pessl                                    Special Topics in Calamity Physics

Elizabeth Gilbert                               Eat Pray Love

I usually try to post this with no explanatory comments, but in this case there are two: 1) an asterisk denotes a second (or third) reading; and 2) as always, there were a few books that I picked up and let sit by the wayside rather than finishing. Rarely - very rarely, indeed - do I actually put something down deliberately because I am so annoyed by it. This year's offender was Salman Rushdie, in his Enchantress of Florence. I plugged along half-heartedly until I reached this description on page 33: "His lips were full and pushed forward in a womanly pout. But in spite of these girlish accents he was a mighty specimen of a man, huge and strong."  Excuse me? Did I actually just read the phrase "a mighty specimen of a man"? No, no... bodice-ripper language does NOT belong in my reading list. Sorry, Mr. Rushdie - you've been dumped.

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