The Year When I Read Enough Books

In 2013 I told the popular literacy-bragging portal Goodreads to ‘challenge’ me to read 52 books, one for every week of the year. When the Great Old Ones invented the internet, did they in their wisdom foresee that it would someday be used for self-imposed litnagging, turned into a cross between a digital alarm clock and Scheherezade?

That year, I failed. I got close, I think. Forty-something.

In 2014, I tried again, and managed it. 52 exactly. Not counting unfinished books, books I’d read before, or books (such as most academic sources) of which I only read selected chapters or entries. Fifty-two previously unbent spines (figuratively speaking – the vast majority were loans from libraries, the remainder gifted, borrowed from friends or bought second-hand), cracked open and their marrow devoured.

It’s not a monumental achievement. I read quite fast, and I work in a library. If I took a kids’ picture book down with me on every fifteen-minute tea break I could get through almost three hundred a year. The ‘challenge’ isn’t to favour quantity at all cost; but it did help as a reminder-nudge to make sure and pick up a new book as soon as I finished an old. Given that a lot of the books I gravitate to are pretty chunky* (David Mitchell’s Bone Clocks, John Carey’s biography of William Golding), stylistically experimental (Eimear McBride’s A Girl is a Half-formed Thing, Frances Molloy’s No Mate for the Magpie) or both (Zadie Smith’s White Teeth, Will Self’s Umbrella and Shark), I think 52’s a decent effort. There’s a few graphic novels in there to balance those out, mind.

For anyone interested in seeing my 2014 in books, you can prowl through it here. For now, I’m going to have a quick prowl of my own, and offer some recommendations and eh-don’t-bothers from my own year in compulsively catalogued reading.

A final quick note: this is books I read in 2014, not (for the most part) books released in 2014. As a ‘books-of-the-year’ list, it’s determinedly egocentric, and makes no pretences otherwise.

Best Books!

Goodreads’ star-rating system makes it easy to glance back and see what I thought of my literary wanderings in the past year. It turns out I gave only three books a maximum five-star rating. One of those was no surprise: this gigantic compilation of Orwell’s ‘As I Please’ articles for Tribune in the 1940s. Orwell’s excellence as an essayist is renowned, and here was a whole brick of them. Pleasingly, the other two books I top-rated in 2014 were both recent, both potent and important, and both instantly became books that I recommended to all and sundry. Neatly for this article, one was fic, one non-fic. So here they are:

Best Fiction: A Girl is a Half-formed Thing by Eimear McBride (2013).

A Girl Is a Half-formed Thing

I picked this up with a vague notion that it was Joycean in influence, had collected a few prizes, and had one of those not uncommon backstories whereby trillions of publishers rejected it over a great many epochs, before some little press somewhere had the courage to print it and everyone suddenly realised it was brilliant.

Including, once I’d adapted to the harsh, heady flow of its confessional stream of consciousness, me.

I say ‘confessional’, not a term I tend to use positively. Yes, this details the protagonist’s suffering, including harrowing sexual and psychological experiences, in painful detail. Yet it manages to do so without the self-pitying undertone which tends to accompany the confessional mode. Much of this is down to that Joycean strain; McBride understands that for the true stylist, style is inseparable from content. The two inform each other, feed each other, imbue one another with fierce vitality. This story of a girl growing up in the West of Ireland with a mentally ill brother and a fragmented family is shocking, and at times repulsive – not gratuitously, but through the power of its story, and the ferocity of its ability to transmit the protagonist’s subjective apprehension of her own traumatic life.

Highly Commended: Umbrella, Will Self (2012) – skilful evocation of 1920s modernism. Movern Callar, Alan Warner (1995) – like McBride’s novel, a sympathetic tale of a hard-done-by girl making hard decisions. No Mate for the Magpie, Frances Molloy (1986) – lamentably forgotten and joyously anarchic Northern Irish bildungsroman. The Bone Clocks, David Mitchell (2014) – immersive time-hopping fantasy epic. Embassytown, China Miéville (2011) – intellectually satisfying alien sci-fi with linguistic nuance as its narrative crux.

note: the ‘highly commended’ fiction section was nightmarish to narrow down, so I allowed myself to privilege more recent and lesser-known books.

Best Non-Fiction: The Establishment: And How They Get Away with It by Owen Jones (2014).

The Establishment: And How They Get Away with It

I would not claim this book to be perfect. I would claim it to be vital.

Jones has written a probing critique of who has power in the United Kingdom, why they have it, what it means – and why the distribution of that power is so tenaciously uneven. Jones is no great writer, but he makes little pretence to be. What he is is angry, and rightly so. This book deserves to be argued about, disagreed with, Jones’ interpretations of his sources picked over and discussed, his Labour-centric view of the British Left challenged, his conclusions dubbed too militant by some, not militant enough by others. As a trenchant, accessible primer to the corridors of power in Britain, it deserves to be read.

Highly Commended:

Orwell in Tribune: As I Please and Other Writings 1943-47 – see above. William Golding: The Man Who Wrote “Lord of the Flies”, John Carey (2009) – satisfying biography of a superb writer and troubled man. The Most Dangerous Book: The Battle for James Joyce’s “Ulysses” by Kevin Birmingham (2014) – solemn account of prudish censorship’s attempts to stifle artistic genius. Chavs: The Demonization of the Working Class by Owen Jones (2011) – good companion piece to The Establishment, shows the sneaking prevalence of snobbery in modern society.

Worst Books!

By rights, this ought to be a much more enjoyable category to construct. However I’m hamstrung by reading books because of recommendations, or reviews, or their being on course reading lists, or their looking like they might be good. As such, the pot of scathe which I have to pour is not so full and gloopy as it might be if I’d spent the year hunting down dross. I awarded no Goodreads one-stars in 2014, and many of my two-stars weren’t rubbish, just disappointing: Jeanette Winterson’s The Daylight Gate had an appealing gothic flicker, that never burst into flame. Terry Pratchett’s new non-fic collection had some fine essays, but was appallingly curated, with many of the articles on fantasy being close to identical. Even Russell Brand’s Revolution (the fifty-second book of my fifty-two), dismal in its attempts to articulate an inevitable, no-effort-required, faith-based and apolitical cosmo-communism, was sweet and kind in describing social ills: the sections linking drug addiction and consumerism, depicting the young Brand haunting the hollow temple of Lakeside shopping centre because he knew something was missing, and society told him that shops could fill the void, were lyrical and touching.

Worst Fiction: Lionel Asbo: State of England by Martin Amis (2011).

Lionel Asbo: State of England

This book is much better written than many books I rated higher. Amis is a rakish technician, whose confident prose never lacks verve and panache. But this novel is cruel, and not against the cruel. It jeers at the English working class, elevates one of them to a position of wealth only to mock him for his inarticulacy in the language of the wealthy. Lionel hefts a razor in his hand in a fancy hotel and notes how heavy everything is in the world of the rich; the weight of upper-class superiority is too much for him, and he sinks back into plastic disposable squalor. Amis offers a sop: Lionel’s nephew is working class and nice! His niceness is rewarded with a place in the middle classes, to whom it is made clear he innately belongs. The sop lacks sap. A vicious slice of class warfare, which makes one wish Amis’ talents had been bestowed upon a finer soul.

Lowly commended: Fat Lad, Glenn Patterson (1992) – Belfast novel that seeks to oppose Troubles thrillers mostly by being…bland. 11/22/63, Stephen King (2011). Americans can’t format dates, and King can’t write time travel. An excuse to paint 60’s USA in shades of rose.

Worst Non-Fiction: The Gatekeeper: A Memoir by Terry Eagleton (2001).

The Gatekeeper: A Memoir

Not terrible, but deeply mediocre. This book is nothing but vanity spiced with hypocrisy: Eagleton lauds his own proletarian origins, then seeks to place himself as part of a raffish Oxford set. Having his Soreen loaf and eating his gateaux, if you like. Comparisons between the author and the greats of literature and philosophy are rife: Terry is like Oscar Wilde because he makes jokes sometimes. Terry is like Ludwig Wittgenstein because he likes Irish countryside. Frankly, Terry is like Narcissus.

Lowly Commended: Revolution, Russell Brand (2014) – see above. Dotter of Her Father’s Eyes, Mary Talbot (2012) – two okay graphic-novel-style biographies (one on Talbot, one on Lucia Joyce) combined to negative effect

Onwards!

Next up: 2015. I started the year with John Sweeney’s oddly irreverent book on North Korea, and have started John Wyndham’s The Chrysalids. The pile to follow is already topplesized: Smiths – Zadie and Ali – from the library; The Silmarillion and, er, The Gigantic Beard That Was Evil from Christmas; Goldings and Laxnesses and B. S. Johnsons that have been resenting me from my shelves for too long already. Not to mention that I have a dissertation to write this summer, which will slow the BPM (books per month) by necessitating re-reading of several books I’ve read before – and re-reading doesn’t count! I’ll have to raise my game just to tread water.

Still, I can always resort to picture books if I need to make up the numbers.

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* I am led to believe that this is consistent with gravity overall.

EDIT: this blog has since been republished by news website ‘Planet News’.

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15 thoughts on “The Year When I Read Enough Books

    1. Same, but I am sympathetic to it. If I’d read it as a debut novel from a young British author (which it is), I’d have been mightily impressed — by its thoughtful mastery of prose-crafting in particular. As it is, its hype did it a disservice, and I was left underwhelmed. Wears its influences too heavily (Rushdie!), and a little strident in its (perfectly laudable) celebration of multiculturalism — but not underwhelming enough to put me off her entirely. “N-Z” is currently on my bedside table.

      1. I also felt the titular theme was kind of…obvious. Like, noting what every characters’ teeth looks like super sticks out, and it got old really fast.

  1. Aran, I can’t wait to hear what you have to say about Ali Smith (which book are you reading?)! I really enjoyed this article – although I haven’t read these books, I feel like I’ve got a taste of what they’re about now, and whether or not I’d get along with them (or they with me)… Also, I didn’t know that David Mitchell has a new novel out, I’m putting that on my reading list right away!

    1. Thanks Emilie! I just finished Ali Smith’s ‘There But For The’. It was a funny one — a very good book that I found myself ultimately quite frustrated at, because I didn’t feel it was *as* brilliant as it threatened to be! Her observations, lyricism, deftly captured internal monologues — all exquisite. But so much of that ability was spent on such trivial scenes, capturing the foibles of inconsequential conversations at dinner parties in a nice part of London…those brief sections where something more weighty was at stake (there’s a fleeting flashback to one character’s former job working with asylum seekers, which is suck-air-through-teeth-and-wince haunting) just seemed to tease me with a novel that could have been. I’m on the waiting list to get her latest, ‘How to be Both’ — have you read either of these? What would you recommend of hers?

      1. Thanks for that summary! I definitely see what you mean about There But For The – I don’t think that would’ve been the first book that I would have recommended to someone who’s new to Ali Smith’s work. Judging by the parts that you did appreciate about the book, and would have liked to read more about, I think (maybe! hopefully!) you’ll like How to Be Both more. In my opinion, it’s one of the best books that I’ve read by her, and I’ve read pretty much all of them… Another favourite is, of course, Hotel World, which I wrote my dissertation on, but a Joycean fan like yourself might enjoy The Accidental too – it’s quite experimental in form. Also, Ali Smith’s a masterful short story writer (I’m looking to be her PR manager, haha!).
        What are you writing your dissertation on?

      2. Glad to hear HTBB is worth waiting for then! Especially as, hopefully, Ms Smith (and the other Ms Smith) could be relevant to my diss. I’m hoping to write it on stream of consciousness (and its variants) in contemporary fiction, probably limiting myself to the British and Irish novel 2010-15. I think my main texts will be A Girl is a Half-Formed Thing, Will Self’s Umbrella (and the follow-up Shark) and Jon McGregor’s Even the Dogs — but There But For The definitely employed relevant techniques too, and I’ve just started Zadie Smith’s N-W (which so far seems better than White Teeth), so those books and How To Be Both might end up in there somewhere too!

        Of course I don’t even have a supervisor yet so this could all change significantly, but that’s the vague realm I’m foraging around in :).

      3. Oh, that’s such an interesting topic! Well, if you’re looking for stream of consciousness then I ABSOLUTELY recommend Hotel World! Read the first page and you’ll know what I mean :)
        I haven’t read any of the first three books that you mentioned (do you recommend them?) – I’ve read NW, though… have to say I was a little bit disappointed. Did you read Z Smith’s On Beauty? I remember liking it, but it was a long time ago now.
        I remember the feeling of stumbling around heaps of ideas wondering who my supervisor would be… and once I did get one, and we started talking, my topic did change a lot. That could just be me being exceptionally lost though! Do you have a date for when you’ll get to know who’s going to be tutoring you?

      4. Yes, I’d recommend all three of those…see the article we’re commenting on for my views on AGiaHFT! The Will Self ones I don’t know if you’d like so much, though they’re very well done…deliberate, intellectual re-castings of 1920s modernist techniques. Jon McGregor meanwhile is a lovely writer in a very fluid, Woolfian kind of mode. His first novel ‘If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things’, is sweet and loving and I’d recommend it hugely. ‘Even the Dogs’ takes the same sympathetic voice into more harrowing territory, following a group of heroin addicts…think it could be very interesting to examine technically, because it uses a kind of communal-interior-monologue.

        Haven’t read On Beauty..will see how I get along with NW before deciding whether to pursue her oeuvre any further.

        We get our diss supervisors assigned by the end of this month, so not long to go. In my sad little way I find it all rather exciting :).

  2. Haha, I was so caught up in replying to your comment that I completely forgot that you’d already mentioned both Will Self’s, and Eimear McBride’s books :P Realised it just before I was going to sleep… I did have a hunch that Will Self’s fiction might not be my cup of tea, but I’m definitely putting Jon McGregor on my list, maybe starting with If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things.

    Also, I’ve got another tip for you (I’ll stop after this, I promise, or I’ll go on for ages!) concerning contemporary stream of consciousness writing: The Yips by Nicola Barker. Have you read any of her books? I think she’s absolutely brilliant, and The Yips is my favourite of her novels so far – it’s got an insane tempo – I kept running out of breath reading it!

    Fingers crossed you’ll get a supervisor that’ll take your dissertation to the next level!

    1. Aah, The Yips…that’s a familiar name — I wonder if maybe you recommended it to me before? Anyway, now I have it in writing I’ll definitely check it out, I should be able to snag a copy at work (perks of the library trade!). Cheers :D

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