The Reading Life: 2016

December 31, 2016 | One Comment

“It was the worst of times, it was the worst of times,” writes Ali Smith in the opening of Autumn, (a book I’ve just started), and, damn, ain’t that the truth? Books had always provided solace against calamities both personal and public, but there were moments during this past year when I could barely pick one up, let alone turn a page. Bowie, Prince, Victoria Wood, Alan Rickman—so many great artists gone—followed by two of my all-time favorite writers, William Trevor and Shirley Hazard. And then, a few weeks ago, my father passed.

Nevertheless, bloody-minded, stubborn, I read on; I can’t help nursing the slim hope that art provides a bulwark against the illiterate, post-truth nightmare in which we now found ourselves. And, despite Brexit, Trump, Aleppo, our democracy hacked and defiled, I did actually read more books this year than last, so—hey, I guess, the news ain’t all bad… In addition (praise be!) so much damn fine work continues to be published, while others from years gone by still sit awaiting discovery on library shelves. There is more than several lifetimes of solace on offer and I fear we will need every last syllable of it.

My discoveries of 2016 include the Irish writer Molly Keane (what the heck took me so long to get around to reading Good Behaviour?), and the lyrical Scottish essayist and poet Kathleen Jamie, who lives but a few miles from my door. I ticked off Zadie Smith’s superb White Teeth and James Baldwin’s astonishing, timeless essays from my ‘should’ve by now’ list, and revisited Woolf’s sublime The Waves—it still makes the hairs rise on the back of my neck. Colson Whitehead’s The Underground Railroad was worth the hype (though I couldn’t shake thoughts of James McBride’s marvelous Song Yet Sung out of my head) and Edna O’Brien’s The Red Chairs was brutal and funny—not an easy blend to pull off—but I so wish Jo Baker’s brave A Country Road, A Tree had garnered more plaudits.

Of 73 books consumed, 33 are by women (46%); not a deliberate result. I do seem to toggle thoughtlessly between the genders, but I need to pay more attention to works in translation and by people of color. I upped my poetry consumption and my digestion is the better for it; frankly, I’m convinced poetry may have prevented me from just climbing into bed some days and refusing to come out. However I failed (again) to achieve my (yearly) resolution to read as many ‘old’ books (those published in past years/decades/centuries) as new releases. Rats. Never mind. Onwards.

As usual, an asterisk indicates recommendations. Titles in bold I would’ve put in my ‘top ten of the year’ should I ever be so crass as to construct one of those lists (!) but given that it appears I can’t count, it’s unlikely…

I’ve reached the moment in this post when I should start warbling on about ‘hope’ and ‘feathers’ and ‘silver linings’ etc, etc, but I’m not sure even Debbie Reynolds could have chin-upped and tap-danced her way out of our current clusterfuck. Still, given that cultures undergoing tremendous turmoil and stress tend to produce great art, strap yourselves in, my beloved friends, it’s going to be a bumper year!

Fiction

  • Grief is the Thing with Feathers by Max Porter *
  • Jellyfish by Janice Galloway
  • Beatlebone by Kevin Barry
  • Joseph Knight by James Robertson
  • The Waves by Virginia Woolf *
  • We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson *
  • The Millstone by Margaret Drabble *
  • Trumpet by Jackie Kay
  • Mothering Sunday by Graham Swift *
  • Good Behaviour by Molly Keane *
  • Murder on the Links by Agatha Christie
  • A Whole Life by Robert Seethaler
  • Laidlaw by Jay McIlvanney
  • Reunion by Fred Uhlman
  • The Long View by Elizabeth Jane Howard *
  • The Post Office Girl by Stefan Zweig *
  • The Dumb House by John Burnside
  • Murder of a Lady by Anthony Wynne
  • The Red Chairs by Edna O’Brien *
  • A Country Road, A Tree by Jo Baker *
  • Hunger by Kurt Hamsun
  • The Innocent by Ian McEwan
  • My Name is Lucy Barton by Elizabeth Strout
  • White Teeth by Zadie Smith *
  • Hot Milk by Deborah Levy
  • Murder in the CIA by Margaret Truman
  • His Bloody Project by Graeme Macrae Burnet *
  • Nutshell by Ian McEwan
  • The Believers by Zoe Heller
  • Eileen by Odessa Moshfegh
  • Transit by Rachel Cusk *
  • Slade House by David Mitchell
  • Goodbye to Berlin by Christopher Isherwood
  • Put Out More Flags by Evelyn Waugh
  • Unnatural Death by Dorothy L. Sayers
  • The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead
  • Pnin by Vladimir Nabokov *
  • A Lean Third by James Kelman
  • The Life and Opinions of Maf the Dog by Andrew O’Hagan

Nonfiction

  • New Noise by Charlotte Higgins
  • Reasons to Stay Alive by Matt Haig
  • Darkness Visible by William Styron *
  • After Sebold: Essays edited by Jon Cook
  • The Psychopath Test by Jon Ronson
  • A Shepherd’s Life by James Rebanks *
  • Negroland by Margo Jefferson
  • Big Magic by Elizabeth Kolbert
  • A Grief Examined by C.S. Lewis *
  • The Wicked Boy by Kate Summerscale *
  • Sightlines by Kathleen James *
  • A Woman on the Edge of Time by Jeremy Garron
  • Happiness by Design by Paul Dolan
  • Recovering Scotland’s Slavery Past: The Caribbean Connection edited by T.M. Devine
  • The Outrun by Amy Liptrot
  • Changing My Mind: Occasional Essays by Zadie Smith *
  • The Fire Next Time by James Baldwin *
  • Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass: An American Slave by Himself
  • Eichmann in Jerusalem by Hannah Arendt *
  • The Life Changing Magic of Tidying by Marie Kondo
  • 1606: William Shakespeare and the Year of Lear by James Shapiro
  • Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg

Poetry

  • Selected Poems of Anne Sexton *
  • A Crossing by Liz Lochead
  • Moontide by Naill Campbell *
  • Catheres by Edwin Morgan
  • Maritime by Ian Stephen *
  • The Adoption Papers by Jackie Kay
  • Stevie Smith: A Selection edited by Hermione Lee *
  • Let Them Eat Chains by Kate Tempest
  • The Selected Works of Robert Frost *
  • Measures of Expatriation by Vahni Capildeo
  • Scottish Poems edited by Gerard Caruthers
  • The Bonniest Companie by Kathleen Jamie *

One Comment to 'The Reading Life: 2016'

  • Ian says:

    I wonder if you noticed a shaped plank of larch fixed to the larch cladding on the studio gable – as I remember it the engraved text goes something like: ‘don’t scrimp on the ballast’. As this was the form of the first plank to be laid on the keel, the text is in that place because the ballast would be carried as low as possible.

    Seems to me now that your meditative piece could be proposing reading as ballast. Some use the word as if somehow you are carrying something unnecessary with you. A sailor knows that the ballast is essential. It provides stability and enables you to carry more cloth and even resist the sideways drift factor we call ‘leeway’.

    As it happens, there is a more full discussion on the work which the plank was a part of in a book published last week (23 Feb). It is in the last section of Waypoints (Adlard Coles Nautical/Bloomsbury). As it happens, the Law family and their ketch ‘Kirsty’ also feature in that book.