I might be jumping the gun a little bit here but realizing that November only has 30 days and that I hope to read, amongst others, Gaddis’s The Recognitions, Dumas’s The Count of Monte Cristo, and the final volume of Dos Passos’s U. S. A. Trilogy, The Big Money, I decided needed an extra day or two.
So I stopped reading from the October list, moved most of the titles from October to November (to at least suggest I still intend to read them) and dropped in several new titles I had been considering for the November pool. Thus, some old and some new but moreover a commitment to reading a few of the big fat ones that have eluded me too long.
Note that if I’m successful doing the heavy lifting I’m toying with taking another deep dive into Proust, or maybe Musil. It’s sad but true, whenever I think I’ve conquered the big ones, a dozen more pop up to shame my paltry sense of accomplishment … but what about Joseph and His Brothers, or Boswell’s Life of Doctor Johnson, or Anatomy of Melancholy? Just look at my ever-expanding Bucket List.
So, despite an urge to return to Absaroka County, here is my hybrid reading list for November (and late October):
- Robert B. Parker’s Kickback — Ace Atkins
- The Water Knife — Paolo Baciglupi
- It’s Solved By Walking — Catherine Banks
- The Last Coyote — Michael Connelly
- Schultz — J. P. Donleavy
- The Big Money — John Dos Passos
- The Count of Monte Cristo — Alexander Dumas
- The Recognitions — William Gaddis
- The Swimming-Pool Library — Alan Hollinghurst
- Until Proven Guilty — J. A. Jance
- The Monk — Matthew Lewis
- The Neon Jungle — John D. MacDonald
- Cakes and Ale — W. Somerset Maugham
- Forbidden Colors — Yukio Mishima
- Solstice — Joyce Carol Oates
- Laguna Heat — T. Jefferson Parker
- Jackpot — Bill Pronzini
- The Part of Me That Isn’t Broken Inside — Kazufumi Shiraishi
- The Mine — Antti Tuomainen
- Authority — Jeff Vandermeer
I’ve read The Anatomy of Melancholy, the Boswell, and Joseph all three are well worth a read. I have tried the Proust from time to time, but he makes me feel claustrophobic. I love a thick book in winter and it’s come early this year with cold and storms
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