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Selected Fiction
Blood Meridian, Cormac McCarthy
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A book that burns you like a sudden
pool of blood found in your home. A book so shocking and visual it is hard for
me to recommend to anyone without knowing them. A book that will be in the
computer banks of star-traveling ships in 500 years. It is a permanent thing,
that rarest of creations. We cannot go back from here. |
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Dhalgren, Samuel R. Delany
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One of the great books of the last
fifty years. Of any kind, science fiction or otherwise. And the majority of this
book does not feel like science fiction. It is not easily categorized. And mostly unknown outside the admirers of this kind of fiction. Highly
visual and sexual, it is not for those looking for mystery or murder. It is
prose of the highest poetic form. Many images lingered with me for over twenty years
after reading it. And unlike many books, on the second read, it had not
diminished at all. One of Delany's several master works. |
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Far Tortuga, Peter Matthiessen
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A naturalist writing naturalistic
fiction. He can hardly resist evoking the birds and fish around him in this
sustained poem of a book. Sometimes difficult to find unless it is one of the
years where they revisit it in paperback. Can be opened and perused at whim
after first reading, like turning on a flashlight in a dark ship at sea.
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The Good Son, Craig Nova
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One of Craig's several superb
novels. His characters feel like past acquaintances after you are finished.
Possibly one of his most accessible books. Chase down several more after you try
this one. |
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Incandescence, Craig Nova
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Comic tragedy with writing of the
highest order. One of those books that when asked 'what is it about?' I just
shake my head. The book I would make into film if given some sudden cinematic
power. Though it is probably not for the moviegoing masses. A book for the
shelves of those who love books. Seriously masterful. |
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Infinite Jest, David Foster Wallace
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Do not be fooled by any prior hype.
It was not hype. And do not be daunted by the young age of the author. This is a masterpiece from
any direction. A treatise on addiction with characters that are
tricks-in-the-head vivid. There are passages in this book that are as fine as
any writer of fiction has ever produced. Jaw-dropping, deal-with-the-devil good.
Mister Wallace could have gone just about anywhere from here and readers would
have followed. Unfortunately he went to suicide since this was originally
created. Which still breaks my heart. This single book will keep his name around
for a long time to come. |
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Journey to the End of Night, Louis-Ferdinand Celine
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One of those few books like Catcher
in the Rye, or On the Road that make you stand up when you are reading the
first few pages in absolute attention and disbelief. "Who is this guy?"
Writing that puts you in another man's head and life. The ultimate
accomplishment for a pencil or a pen or a word processor, I suppose. But
this is it. This is why humans write, for books like this. |
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Light In August, William Faulkner
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If you have been sheltered from
Faulkner somehow, or doubtful, or turned away by bad teaching or required
reading in the past, then things should be rectified. This book is a work
of genius. And, like most Faulkner, falls into the category of books that
should be read repeatedly over a reading lifetime. |
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The Names, Don Delillo
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Consistently one of America's finest
writers. A writer's writer. And though he has many books, this one and 'White
Noise' and 'Running Dog' keep bringing me back. If you do not know Mister Delillo then you have
waited too long. |
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Provinces of Night, William Gay
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A man who waited most of his life to
make his first novel. But he is here to stay. As long as his rough life will let
him. I recommend you buy three of these at a time. Because you will not want to
part with yours and you will want to hand these out to people you really
like. Cormac McCarthy would be proud. |
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The Recognitions, William Gaddis
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Difficult to even speak of this
book. I'm not sure anyone under 35 should even attempt Gaddis. It is too early.
Stay back, you want to warn them off. This is how I would write after my own deal with
the devil. A book that should shame the National Book Awards forever. They know
what I am talking about. |
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Stars In My Pocket Like Grains of Sand, Samuel R. Delany
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Another Delany master work. A finger
in the eye of anyone who thinks they understand human relations. And as visual
as anything he has written. I can close my eyes for good and see the scene of
the dragon hunt. The bloodless dragon hunt. Thinking of this book just brings up
a sense of longing. |
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Sundog, Jim Harrison
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Start here with Harrison and then
stay a fan. A lovely book among his many. Jim is a naturalist at heart. And a
dog lover. A gourmet cook, and, I get the impression, sometimes a drunk. We
would get along just fine. |
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Suttree, Cormac McCarthy
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Not the most publicized of
McCarthy's books. But a character study to hold up next to any out there. A mix
of darkness and hope that one must be prepared to miss after it is gone. A
central character far deeper than his southwestern trilogies and longer lasting
in the head. We do not want to be him. But we want to be as good as he can be
when he tries. Suttree still feels like a family member that I haven't
spoken to in quite awhile. |
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Where I'm Calling From, Raymond Carver
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Possibly the finest short story
collection in the past fifty years. A boy with a great severed fish, a peacock
strutting through a living room: images that stay and stay. Mister Carver, God rest his soul, left this
for us and we should pay attention. Birdman, the Oscar winning film was based
loosely on one Carver story. I must encourage film makers of the world to do
more. |
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Wittgenstein's Mistress, David Markson
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Hypnosis in written form. Not in the
normal format of books. First person madness. Or maybe not. "Someone is living
on this beach." Markson creates a character that is not comparable to any other
in the written canon. I read this book once a year, and each time it cheers me
and astounds me again. He uses this format in several subsequent books. Never
with the same powerful effect. |
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The World As I Found It, Bruce Duffy
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A fictionalized life of
Wittgenstein. Wittgenstein's last written sentence was supposedly: "Even if his
dream were actually connected with the noise of the rain." Mister Duffy deserves
a standing round of applause for creating this book. I thank him here if he ever
reads this. Once, while reading this in an airport, a man came up to me and said
that he had never seen anyone with this book before and he just wanted to shake
my hand. I knew what he meant. I dearly love this book. |
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Black Swan Green, David Mitchell
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A British import worth putting on
your list. Childhood in Britain. Mitchell knows the secrets. He has become more
famous now for Cloud Atlas and its oddly realized theatrical version than for
his earlier books but read this one fist. Seems to know quite
a bit of the pain of childhood. I read alot. This falls into the category of books you are
very very sorry to see end. And another writer we will follow wherever he goes.
Much more straightforward than the highly touted 'Cloud Atlas' which is also
recommended but is a very different book. Atlas has been compared to David Foster
Wallace but is not in that category. The storytelling in the six separate story
lines however is excellent and makes the book what it is. Black Swan Green is
linear and in places heartbreaking. |
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Europe Central, William T. Vollmann
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Seemingly, this man knows all. Scary
depth like Pynchon, without Pynchon's drunken reeling or penchant for
breaking into song or lyric. I have only seen Vollmann's name on the back of
one book giving recommendation or praise and that was Infinite Jest. This book,
as many of Vollmann's are, is a wonder. I am more amazed
that the National Book Award committee gave it an award. It is almost like
they knew what they were doing. If you just went through and read all the
sections on Shostakovich it would be worth the ride. And I will personally
thank Vollmann here for getting me to fill out my classical disc collection
with some Dmitri. Thank you. |
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Out Stealing Horses, Per Petterson
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I am stunned that a translated book
can come across this powerfully. Either the translator is a wizard or the
writing is so pure, the transmission cannot be lost. I suspect it is some of
both. I will seek out all this Norwegian man's efforts. This book makes you
want to venture to the frozen landscape and share a fire and some tea with
the man. Lucid prose so glassy clean I was left open mouthed many times. The
trick we all want. The last scene and last pages left me living in the book
for days afterward. |
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The Kindly Ones, Jonathan Littell
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I remain astounded at this book even
now, years later. It is not a book that one can likely read a second time for
ten years or more. I have no idea how this young French speaking writer pulled
this off. I don't think the French were prepared for him either. They gave him
every award they had, I think, standing back away from him. Do not enter
without caution and whiskey this book should say. This is first person Nazi
in the time of the Nazi's. No one has ever entered their heads in this manner.
It may leave small scarred burns on the head. He does not hold back. And when
you live in a serial killlers head, who is still somehow sympathetic, you
question yourself. You wonder what you would have done among so many serial
killers. |
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The
Instructions, Adam Levin
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The sheer weight of this thing makes
you jump back, though still not the length of Infinite Jest, it rivals the
density. And the time course of this book is just four(!!) days. A trick not
easily done even with magic. I deeply enjoyed reading this book. Looked forward
to it at the end of every day. The central characters here are sharp and funny.
A pleasure to spend four days with them. |
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