I fell in love with reading again this year. It's not like we had broken up, but... perhaps horticulture would call it a reblooming. My relationship with books this year quickened, seeking to make sense of the senselessness and find the humanity amongst the intrusive and pervasive cultural smog surrounding us, because let's be honest, it's choking out there sometimes.
Dear authors, thank you for the absolute toil you make look so easy: like few other things, it helps clear some of that smog. In no particular order, my top five reads follow.
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If you've read this title (an imagined early life of William and Agnes Shakespeare) you might be surprised by my perspective: this book is a touching romance. There's wooing, and deep maternal love, and there's a remoteness from real-life, to spin a magic cocoon for a happy family. But then, tragedy: one all parents dread most. Yet in making art out of pain...perhaps all's well that ends well? Their plight reminded me of Prospero's final lines in Shakespeare's Tempest. He asks the audience for applause. Although many conflicts remain unresolved, the story (that suspension of disbelief, that romance afforded by the arts) can transform our pain into something bearable, even meaningful, albeit temporarily: "release me from these bands with the help of your good hands."
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It seems to me that beneath this short book's surface is Ireland itself: its history, its trauma, its children, and its future. Essentially a novella, Keegan's book is in no way small. That ironic title highlights how trauma is minimized, even institutionalized, in service to old and tired ideologies until one good man, (seemingly small), decides that delivering coal and righteous sanctimony is less important than his daughters' futures.
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Historical fiction (early 1800s?) set in what is now Newfoundland. A sister and brother, just children at first, endure the feral environment while trying to survive. Explorers and early capitalists come and go seeking fortunes, all hapless eventually yet history teaches us this is how North America was settled. An Adam and Eve tale, there's paradise here and an inevitable fall, plus a cruel ocean waiting to swallow everything. And yet we immigrants & colonizers are the descendants of these tough and tortured mortals. |
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With each incredulous chapter, my inner voice continued to ask, what IS the long walk? Is it a coming-of-age horror story? Yes. Is it an war allegory? Yes. Is it modern-day reality-TV obsessed USA? Yes. Is it about male friendship and the way it knots itself embracing then rejecting vulnerability? Yes. Despite my conclusions, does it remain ambiguous? Yes. Although I've read many of his titles, I think this one impressed me like no other King novel, (and its his first!) Also this: read with caution. Although published in 1979 (!) the casual nature of its cruelty and insanity feels very 2025. |
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I already wrote about the film version, yet I loved the book first. A lonely good man, a logger in early Northwest USA, grapples with his mistakes, his losses, his empty life. Do our mistakes haunt us? Often. Do they doom us? Sometimes. Is there some cosmic price to pay? I doubt it. Or must we simply enjoy kissing the ones we love among the daisies while we can? Yes, yes, yes.
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I upped my reading game this year too. Glad you found some enjoyable books!
ReplyDeleteMy stats are quite good too!
DeleteYou read Quality-with-a-capital-Q books!
ReplyDeleteHa, my book choices facilitate deep overthinking.
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