This post is incredibly late. I found it lying lost in my drafts folder, and it seems a shame not to post it. So: last year I read 82 books, and mostly managed to avoid bad ones. Picking out a arbitrary best eight:
- Command and Control / Eric Schlosser
- Dietland / Sarai Walker
- Do it for your Mum / Roy Wilkinson
- Electric dreams / Tom Lean
- The Last Days Of Jack Sparks / Jason Arnopp
- Seveneves / Neal Stephenson
- A Trojan Feast / Joshua Cutchin
- The Way we die now / Seamus O’Mahony
As far as I remember, Seveneves gave me worse nightmares than any book I’ve read in life. Not bad for a book that’s sci-fi rather than horror. I read a lot of apocalyptic fiction, but the image of the moon exploding and destroying the earth with debris was incredibly potent.
When I first started blogging, about 15 years ago, I decided that I shouldn’t write negative things. This is a good rule and one I’ve rarely broken. But… I read two truly terrible books by once-great authors: Clive Barker’s Scarlet Gospels and Make Something Up by Chuck Palahniuk. It wasn’t that these were bad books – I’d have just ignored them otherwise. I was shocked by mediocre work from such great talents.
So far in 2017 I’ve read 45 books, although I expect to catch up on 2016 after my Autumn holiday (I have a load of Le Carre books waiting on my Kindle). Likely best-of-the-years include Chalk by Paul Cornell, John Higgs’s stunning Watling Street (a review is currently in my drafts folder), and I hate the internet. But I’m desperate for a few more mindblowing ones. Recommendations welcome!
I just finished Engelby by Sebastian Faulks, and thoroughly enjoyed it. Have you read it?
I’ve only read one of his books, a Fool’s Alphabet. So many good books, so little time…