
So I’m working on this well-read thing, with the reading and so forth. The goal this year is 30 books. I’m already behind and reading Anna Karenina; expect failure. Also, I’m only about 150 pages in, but I really think it’s going to work out for Anna and Vronsky! It seems promising!
But I thought I would account for the stuff I read last year — one of my favorite bloggers ever, 50 Books (now retired), used to post capsule reviews of books she’d read, and even now, years later, when I finish a classic or a book written before that blog ended, I’ll go over and see what she said and what people said in the comments. This is sort of born of that. Onwards:
Appendix A: Recommendations. A few weeks ago, I posted a best of 2011 lineup of links and follows, which seemed to go over well, so here’s most of that (in no particular order):
- Ace of Spades reviews Bad Teacher
- Joe Posnanski of SI on Jeff Francoeur: French and Hope
- “Many people, such as me, have the burden of coming back, and fading away, forgotten. Your son will never be lost this way, he will live forever.”
- Michael Chabon on reading Huck Finn to his kids and dealing with the word “nigger”: The Unspeakable in Its Jammies
- Sarah Miller at the Awl: Why Emma Watson Really Left Brown
- Megan McArdle on the worst inequality: The Tyranny of the Meritocracy
- Leon Wolf on the terrifying reality of American politics: Free Ponies Will be the Death of America
- A journalist on 25 years of knowing George W. Bush: Dubya and Me
- Interview: Justin Timberlake in Playboy
Appendix B: Recriminations. These are the books I finished in 2011:
The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand
Let’s be real: The Fountainhead’s appeal is entirely a hot relationship. Outside of Dominique and Roark (and it is a hot relationship, she did pull that off), the entire book is about modern architecture, weirdly expository monologues sometimes about architecture, and trials about architecture. While I actually have a lot of fondness for that topic, in the same way that despite its cherished status, Pride & Prejudice is actually about a pretty nerd and a rich elitist falling in love, modern architecture isn’t exactly a national sweet spot of nostalgia. Nevertheless, critics who question the central premise of it all — a selfish to thine ownself the 1% and the 1% in spirit — should rewind on that Steve Jobs Stanford speech everyone so loves to quote. It’s kind of terrible advice, but for a few people. Anyway, in general: The dialogue’s not very well written! Very awkward and a touch removed from reality. Especially Ellsworth Toohey’s endless monologues. A+ for Dominique/Roark, though.
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