This year, with fewer (I think) reviews published here than ever before, I’m going to include a couple of books I read but didn’t review, but which have left a good impression at the year end. What better recommendation could there be than that, anyway? Titles are in alphabetical order by author’s name.
Martin Amis: The Zone of Interest
Who’d have thought the old enfant terrible had it in him? The Zone of Interest is, I think, the best novel Amis has written in fifteen years – which may not be saying that much when you consider the other novels he’s written in that period. It is grotesque and horrible, relatively austere in tone (more House of Meetings than Yellow Dog), inventive but faithful, and riddled with bitter wit. It is – I can put it no higher than this – the first Amis novel I’ve looked forward to rereading since Night Train.
Kate Chopin: The Awakening
This novel, first published in 1899, is a widely taught classic in the USA, but seems little read here, despite being readily available. A handsome reissue from Canongate this summer gave it a push, and how grateful I am for that. Chopin’s novel is thoroughly modern and exciting, telling the story of a woman who dares to break society’s taboos with an extra-marital affair. It’s all thrillingly downhill from there.
Mavis Gallant: Across the Bridge
Gallant is one of those names that I had heard of for decades as a virtuoso of the short story, and finally I discovered that they were right. Her work is traditional in form, but so distinctly detailed and beautifully put that her tales of families in Paris, down at heel and on their uppers, are delightful to read. She can challenge, too, with density: the reader daren’t take their mind off the page.
Jonathan Gibbs: Randall
What a surprise and a charm it was to discover that Gibbs, a terrific critic, was just as good a poacher as gamekeeper. Randall (subtitle The Painted Grape: wait! come back!) was full of sentences that pleased me with their combination of elegance and necessity, like Alan Hollinghurst’s before he bloated. The book is also a fascinating analysis of the not-always-bumpy relationship between art and commerce.
Cynan Jones: The Dig
A slight thing from the other end of the year, The Dig has stuck with me throughout. It’s nasty, brutish and short, with an uncanniness which steers it away from the lip of the pit marked Cormac McCarthy that it veers so close to at times. In the end Jones is his own man, making authentically British – Welsh – myths with plenty of horror and muted emotion.
Agota Kristof: The Notebook
When I first read that the trusty CB Editions was reissuing this title, I read about it and immediately knew it was my sort of thing. I practically ran towards it. In the end it was not in my comfort zone at all, and all the better for that. It is very stark and entirely new, and I can finally put it no better than Steve Mitchelmore, who described it as a novel that “runs through the streets screaming.”
Nella Larsen: Quicksand and Passing
Tricky to include a book so recently read, but I think Larsen’s two novellas – pretty much her life’s output of fiction – would have stood up in any event. They are books which tell us about the experiences of mixed-race women in America, but their strength is in the compact telling, which is efficient, affecting and unmistakably blunt.
Elizabeth McCracken: Thunderstruck and other stories
If only more feted short story collections – *cough*LorrieMoore*cough* – were as good as this. Brought together with an undercurrent – an overcurrent – of loss, these stories mccrackle with off-kilter life. They are full of character and charm but never wacky or winsome. Lines and people from them are still bouncing about in my head, months later.
Bernard Malamud: The Fixer
I had high hopes for this, often cited as Malamud’s greatest novel. I was surprised by it: whereas I’ve previously found him a writer who needs to be read slowly to take in his just-so details, I found The Fixer to be a page-turner, practically a thriller. It reports on a man who suffers more than anyone might expect to in antisemitic Tsarist Russia, and it feels like a bomb under your chair.
Ben Marcus: Leaving the Sea
God knows how many times I’ve begun Marcus’s first collection of stories, The Age of Wire and String. I managed to finish this, his second. In part that is because he has undoubtedly moved toward the mainstream with some of his recent fiction, but he retains an edge and a strangeness that sets him apart. The older stories in the collection, closer in spirit to his debut, are frequently baffling but surprisingly moreish.
Jona Oberski: A Childhood
This reissue from Pushkin Press – a little surprise – is simple and beautiful. A very controlled authorial viewpoint drops the reader into the life of a young boy in a certain place at a certain time. That gives it a power and directness that more substantial works on the same subject lack. I tease, and the setting is really no surprise, but this book deserves to be read fresh.
Jenny Offill: Dept. of Speculation
This is probably my favourite new book this year. Aphoristic, dazzling and inventive, Dept. of Speculation has more jokes in it than any other book I read this year, but doesn’t sacrifice resonance. Its approach – discrete paragraphs with no straightforward narrative flow – makes it sound a challenge, but purest pleasure is what I remember about it.
Beautiful covers, all. Thanks for posting. I’m looking forward to reading Dept. of Speculation.
love The Awakening!!!
Thank you for your reviews this year – I follow along and of these I have read and enjoyed Zone of Interest, Dept. of Speculation and Thunderstruck this year. I have also ordered The Awakening, Quicksand and Passing and The Dig on your recommendations, so am looking forward to these for some summer reading. Thanks again!
Another excellent list, and the usual handful of titles I now have to buy. Dept. of Speculation must surely now be on every end-of-year list? And deservedly so. Eimear McBride mentioned The Notebook in The Guardian as I’m sure you saw – intriguing.
An excellent selection, John. Merry Christmas to you and your family.
Thank you Amro – the same to you, and lovely to hear from you!
Mavis Gallant has been recommended to me by authors, but I still have not read her. I think 2015 will be the year.
I’ve only read The awakening – in fact I’ve read it twice. I was, you won’t be surprised to hear, introduced to it in the USA when I lived there. I’ve gone on to read several of her short stories, some of which are also set for study in the USA. Interesting how these women writers seem to travel less well than the men. Why is this?
I only heard about Mavis Gallant last year and have downloaded a collection onto my Kindle. Now I just have to read them. McCracken is another I’ve heard of but haven’t read – so much to read!
Amazing selection. I have not read any of them, but I will look them up asap. Especially The Awakening sounds like a perfect novel for me. For me, this year was in the name of vampires and horror novels. It started with Bram Stoker’s Dracula, which is a story I can read over and over again. It is truly inspiring and makes me wonder how could the author be able to delve into the details so well without having been able to get his inspiration from other horror novels. There are currently two film adaptations of the novel, and I believe that the older movie is way better than the newer one.
Just finding this now. The Amis is my next book so now I’m looking forward to it enough to be disappointed. Loved The Awakening when I read it many years ago and i’ve pencilled the Kristof as one I may have to buy from somewhere other than the charity shops that fill my bookshelves. Here and elsewhere it has been made sound unmissable.
Thanks for the list. I’m relatively new to the blog, so it’s helpful to have a quick rundown of where your taste is situated.
Thanks Jack. I hope you find something of interest above…
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