The Times Literary
Supplement annually asks writers to name the books that meant the most to
them in the past year. I think this approach is more respectful of the reader
than the typical “best of 2015” list, as it does not imply some kind of
participation in a literary-award industrial complex built on annual marketing
or career-making cycles. In that same spirit, here are the ten books that have
meant the most to me this year:
Claude Le Fustec. Northrop
Frye and American Fiction. (U Toronto, 2015)
A focus on
genre, character and narrative arc: what’s so wrong with that? This book
brought me
to the hope of a syncretic approach to critical work: jouissance and the
redemptive
as correlative narrative functions. Sometimes gets a bit too ventriloqual.
Paul Giles. The Global
Remapping of American Literature. (Princeton, 2011)
Explores
literary history as a geographical imagination, and as such he inverts a lot of
the
basic
assumption guiding that narrative as it has been developed in academic terms.
Francis Parkman. France
and England in the New World. Particularly the books on the Jesuits
and
Montcalm and Wolfe. I hadn’t studied Parkman before, but am very glad for the
attempt at
narrative here of what did happen. So much of the first “world war,” that
between
Britain and France (and allies everywhere) in the 1750s, determined the
outcomes of
the American Revolutionary era and the transformation of American
landscape
and its peoples. But Parkman has real narrative skill, despite all the
factual & intellectual
liabilities we know goes with this territory.
Wayne Booth. Critical
Understanding: The Powers and Limits of Pluralism.(Chicago UP, 1979) In
his very unusual argumentative style, Booth brings us to understand what it might mean to
his very unusual argumentative style, Booth brings us to understand what it might mean to
consider
(or perhaps conjugate) two critical assertions that share next to none of their
basic
premises. This is a project I wish more people would undertake, as he
summarizes
the
arguments of three of his favorite thinkers (R.S. Crane, Kenneth Burke and M.H.
Abrams) and
they reply to him at the conclusion of the chapter. While Booth was
influential
in college composition pedagogy (rightly so), this is I think the fruit of his
“rhetoric
of criticism” efforts.
Denis Johnson. The
Incognito Lounge. (Random House, 1982). Poetry. A great collection, or as
the
reviewer on the giant book website says: “a breath of the magnificent”. If I
can make
recommendations,
then the whole of the The Throne of the
Third Heaven of the Nations
Millennium General Assembly: Poems
Collected and New (1995) is an encounter I hope
you’d try
to have.
Geoffrey Hill. Selected
Poems. (Yale, 2008). Glad to have made its acquaintance.
Dave Eggers. The
Circle. (Vintage, 2013). I remember when I was 15 and read Orwell, how
hopeless it
made me feel. Eggers understands the legacy of Orwell’s picture of
totalitarianism.
What confounds me about the story of Mae Holland is that she is such a
sympathetic
figure, and yet she is on the opposite side of the mirror from Winston Smith:
this novel
tells us how O’Brien became O’Brien. I felt hopeless, but more importantly,
the book
exerted a palpable sense of how one can become entirely two-dimensional and
annihilated
as a person.
Robert Fitzgerald. Enlarging
the Change: The Princeton Seminars in Literary Criticism, 1949-
1951. (published in 1984).
James M. McPherson. The
Battle Cry of Freedom: The Civil War Era. (Oxford, 1988). American
history. I
should have read this in college in 1990. Enormous craft and scholarly depth.
Most
scholars consider this, even after 25 years, the best book on the subject.