7. Atmospheric Disturbances
, Rivka Galchen. Surely there must be other novels about the Capgras delusion, no? If you added to a blender The Crying of Lot 49
, Pale Fire
and a liberal amount of room-temperature water, you'd arrive at something like this book. What I really like about it: Rivka Galchen's a good-natured writer. We could add her to that short list of good-natured writers nightspore
inspired some months back. A real writer who's good-natured is a rare enough thing.
8. All the Names
, Jose Saramago. This book took me almost two years to read. That's about 10 pages per month. No good reason for that slow pace other than I kept getting interrupted. Compared to the above #7, it starts the "man on a search for some missing or mysterious woman" story from entirely the opposite end of the chart of possible starting points for the "man on a search for some missing or mysterious woman" story. A very sad book and able to stay sad b/c (SPOILER
) the Kafkaesque elements never add up to a Kafka story. It will be interesting to read The Pale King
later this year to see how differently a maximalist writer like Wallace handles the details of working in an institution like The Central Registry. Saramago's book is pretty much perfect.
I'm skipping All's Well That End's Well. I can come back to it. Othello's next, so, yeah, I can some back to it.