five months of schoolwork
four courses finished
three final exams
two new nieces
and a partridge in a pear tree
On this the last day of 2014 it would be appropriate to say something about the year gone by and the year to come, but the year gone by has been insane and the year to come is anyone's guess, so instead I will follow Elizabeth Rose's lead with a 2014 book-list. It hasn't been a very "big" year, comparatively speaking; Goodreads says I only read about 20 books, and although that isn't counting a few I read for classes but didn't add to my account, it still leaves me far behind 2013 (37 books) and out of sight of 2012 (56 books). Nor did I have many "discoveries," at least not in terms of books-likely-to-become-favorites. Still, the year had its literary moments.
I read a number of large books, so my pages read was not much so very low compared to last year. I began by finishing The Man in the Iron Mask, though I read most of it in December 2013. It was my second Dumas, and I didn't find it as well-crafted a story as The Count of Monte Cristo: the characters were not as compelling to me, and the plot was somewhat iffy. Mostly the plot was D'Artagnan, I think. "How to Be Awesome and Talk Sass to the King [Without Getting One's Head Chopped Off] - A Guide in 800 Pages."
The more I look back, the more I think it must have somehow been a French year. I followed up The Man in the Iron Mask with Mary Stewart's Nine Coaches Waiting, a mystery whose charm for me lay more in its masterful, beautiful prose than in its characters or plot; Daphne du Maurier's The Glass-Blowers, a depressing and honest, though fictional, tale of the author's French ancestors; and The Black Count, a biography of the novelist Alexandre Dumas' father. That's a surprising amount of French-ness for me. I didn't really mean to: it just happened. It might explain a lot about 2014, actually...
After having it sit on my shelf for quite a while and be recommended to me by a friend, I finally took up Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell (I persist in saying "Nor-ELL" as opposed to "NOR-ul," even though I suspect the English, who don't like to pronounce any syllables if they can help it, would go with the latter). I was right in my suspicion: it is dark. I was troubled, less by the magic or any particular scene of violence than by the overall atmosphere: everything felt grey, as though covered in fog. Without in any way meaning to imply that Susanna Clarke was trying to write like Dickens (Dickensian as the plot structure and huge cast are, it would be demeaning to Clarke's marked skill, and just plain wrong, to accuse her of imitation) - without implying that, the novel felt to me like many of the darker scenes in a Dickens adaptation. Little Dorrit springs to mind. It weighed me down and disturbed me viscerally and I don't think I will be rereading it any time soon. On the other hand, it is the only novel of 2014 I could give five stars to. It's unique, masterful, clever, subtle, funny, even brilliant. In fact I think it would be unfair to not give it five stars.
perhaps you should just try it yourself
To keep myself sane, I read more fluffy books than I probably should have: Georgette Heyer's Regency Buck made a nice companion to Jonathan Strange, and a couple Wodehouse collections lightened the atmosphere while I was reading other, longer, more serious books for school. I also read Miss Buncle's Book, which was cute, but not quite as winsome as I had hoped: I was turned off by a few of the characters...and I admit, I do get tired of the writer-stereotypes. Even when they're being perpetuated by another writer. I'm sorry, Elisabeth!
I got in a few other classics or semi-classics, including Rabble in Arms by Kenneth Roberts (does that recommendation make up for my ambiguous opinion of Miss Buncle's Book, Elisabeth?); The Moonstone by that Victorian melodramatic,
History was my single largest genre in 2014, though that isn't really saying much. Most were for classes, but I did not sell them back to the bookstore at the end of their respective semesters! Of those, I think I most enjoyed Divided By Faith (an examination of conflict, toleration, and the religious dynamics of post-Reformation Europe) and The Grand Strategy of Philip II (even if Philip is judging you overtly from the cover. Seriously. Take a look. It's freaky.). Just last week I finally finished plugging through Robert Massie's Dreadnought: hurray! Even taking its size into consideration, five months is an absurd amount of time - and those are five months of actually reading it, not merely having it sit on my bedside table pretending to be read. Don't judge it by that, though. Massie is a first-class writer. He reminds me - if I needed the reminder - that history is fascinating and funny, too.
I read my first Virginia Woolf this year (To the Lighthouse, which hasn't yet made it onto Goodreads). I also had to start a new shelf just for "Other" books so that I would have somewhere to put the graphic novel Watchmen and the crazy literary/experimental/contemporary/post-post-modern Cloud Atlas. This is what happens when you take a literature course, apparently.
you have to read strange things
and learn to get something out of them.
books of 2014
4% : 5 stars // 22% : 2 stars or less // 22% : history // 55% : new authors
what have you folks been reading?