10-10-12: Revealed!

*Updated: I read 100 books in 2011. What follows here is the list I read. You can find reviews for the 100 books under the category “100 Books of 2011″*

And here it is my faithful followers, my ambitious list of 100 98 novels to read in 2011. I still have spots open in Young Adult Fiction because I do. All assurances that such spots will be filled, the reading done, the glory claimed.

Suggestions are no longer desirable. Save it for next year.

What to read first? last?

In any case. The list: Continue reading

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Solar: The Accidental Ending

            Ian McEwan’s latest novel Solar reminded me a lot of Richler’s Barney’s Version: a crotchety old man who eats too much, cheats on his wives, cheats his way through his professional life, is exceptionally self-deluding, dirty and grumpy. I loved Barney, I wanted him to figure things out, to be okay (thus the brilliance of the novel). I didn’t care one way or another whether Michael Beard had things work out for him in the end, and in the end he really did have a hell of a lot to be worried about: marriage, job, career, health, all falling apart and all I could wonder was when the book would stop making fat people out to be lazy slobs. When the ending did arrive it arrived unexpectedly – and not in the ha ha! surprise great twisty ending – but a reaction where I wondered whether the catastrophes facing Beard were too great to imagine any other way out then to kill him off. Not a poetic or justified or symbolic death, just a panicked, how to resolve the narrative death. Suffice it to say, disappointing. I admire the occasionally very funny moments of the text and the recognition of the ways in which politics and the press shape as much of science as the actual researchers do. Too bad the narrator was so unsurprising and un-affecting. And the terrible ending, let’s not forget that.

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The Commissariat of Enlightenment: One embalmed thumb up.

             Ken Kalfus’s The Commissariat of Enlightenment has some brilliant passages of startling and beautiful descriptions. The observations about the role of cinema and the visual in modern life are made more striking by the obvious reliance in the text on the written word. In one scene describing the interior of a movie theater Kalfus so captures the intimacy and community of the theater experience that I had to wonder whether this was a book made to be a movie. And yet, it’s not the sort of book that wants to be a movie and has been written imagining its later adaptation (think here The Da Vinci Code), but rather creates such vivid scenes that are plotted in such a way to create an affinity between the text and the visual. I wouldn’t want to see this as a film, as I loved the third person limited narration of Gribshin/Astapov and the often subtle, but nevertheless disruptive shift in narrative voice (almost as though the narrative camera had panned elsewhere). I will admit that the shifts in narrative voice at times left me frustrated and disoriented (however intentional such an experience might have been).

The novel opens with Tolstoy’s death and ends with Lenin’s. My favourite scenes came in the last pages as Lenin narrates posthumously the comings and goings and rapid shifts in time and power. I thought to recommend this book to my colleague who studies “time and narrative,” because the novel’s meditations on the beginning and end of political and social eras as tied to technology is fascinating, and utterly appropriate for our time. I should read more about Russian history. I say this without any intention or plan to act accordingly, but whenever I read bits and pieces of the story I am reminded of how fascinating a history it must be. Good thing N. knows the history well, as questions about Gorbachev and Stalin always come up at quiz night, and I never know. Alas, having read this book won’t help, as the history was focused on how propaganda participated in the Revolution, and not, so much at all, on the politics of the Revolution itself. So there you go.

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10/10/12

I haven’t yet completed my list, but I wanted to let you know – and so commit to the world – my ambition to take part in 10/10/10/12. The project is usually to pick ten categories, ten books within each category and read them before October 10th (10th day, 10th month), but because I read for a living – and so must read some required texts that will distract from my 10/10/12 list – I decided to afford myself an extra two months, thus making the project “10/10/12.”

I am excited by the plan to read 100 books in a year – I usually only read somewhere in the neighbourhood of 50. I am excited also to expand the range of what usually gets read (beyond literary fiction, that is). I’ll post the full list of titles and authors when I’ve finished drafting the list, but until then I’ll leave you with…

My categories:

Wars of the 20th Century

Short (stories, poems, essays, letters)

Non-human protagonists

Books set in Vietnam

Banned books

First Novels

Young Adult Fiction

Spies/Detectives

Books with illustrations

Best-sellers 2000-2010

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