An Unwieldy Enumeration of My Favorite Books
Whenever The Works starts to falter, I invariably turn to making lists of whatever springs to mind. This morning was one of those mornings; the list, of my favorite books. Here be the fruits of my mental stock-taking:
STONER, by John Williams
UNDERWORLD and LIBRA, by Don DeLillo
LA CONFIDENTIAL and AMERICAN TABLOID, by James Ellroy
THE LIVING, by Annie Dillard
SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES, by Ray Bradbury
FRANKENSTEIN, by Mary Shelley
RAGTIME, by E.L. Doctorow
MYSTIC RIVER, by Dennis Lehane
JANE EYRE, by Charlotte Brontë
THE HOUSE OF MIRTH, by Edith Wharton
MIDDLEMARCH, by George Eliot
THE BLIND ASSASSIN, by Margaret Atwood
SUTTREE, by Cormac McCarthy
A BRIEF HISTORY OF SEVEN KILLINGS, by Marlon James
RED HARVEST and THE MALTESE FALCON, by Dashiell Hammett
THE LONG GOODBYE, by Raymond Chandler
CASINO ROYALE, by Ian Fleming
SLEEPLESS NIGHTS, by Elizabeth Hardwick
OXHERDING TALE, by Charles Johnson
TENDER IS THE NIGHT, by F. Scott Fitzgerald
DAWN, by Octavia Butler
THE SPY WHO CAME IN FROM THE COLD, by John Le Carré
BLACK FRIDAY, by David Goodis
THE CAVE, by José Saramago
SATANTANGO, by László Krasznahorkai
THE GRAPES OF WRATH, by John Steinbeck
MIDDLESEX, by Jeffrey Eugenides
THE ASSASSINS, by Joyce Carol Oates
THE LEFT HAND OF DARKNESS, by Ursula K. Le Guin
DRACULA, by Bram Stoker
THE STRANGE CASE OF DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE, by Robert Louis Stevenson
