Highlights, anyway. Much of it listened to, rather than read. Listed more or less in order of enjoyment.
H is for Hawk by Helen Macdonald. An English woman takes up hawking to get over the death of her father. She tells the story of training the hawk, interspersed with a psychobiography of T.E. White, the author of The Once and Future King. Well, that doesn’t sound promising, does it? But it’s glorious. I felt like I was entering deeply into a wondrous world I never knew existed. And Macdonald’s narration is also glorious.
Being Mortal by Atul Gawande. This book, about how we deal with the end of life, has gotten a lot of praise, and it deserves every bit of it.
The Iliad. Narrated by Dan Stevens. I talk about it here.
SPQR by Mary Beard. A history of ancient Rome up to the early 200’s. I love this kind of book.
Middlemarch by George Eliot. It still works.
Fore! The Best of Wodehouse on Golf. I don’t know a mashie from a niblick, but Wodehouse on anything is great. I was trying to read The Kreutzer Sonata by Tolstoy and kept switching back to this book so I could feel good about life.
CivilWarLand in Bad Decline by George Saunders. Weird, wonderful stories about weird, wonderful people. With a lovely afterword about how Saunders finally found his voice and his success.
The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat by Oliver Sacks. Finally got around to reading this. Lovely, illuminating stories.
Adverbs by Daniel Handler. A strange but enjoyable “novel” for adults by the author of the Lemony Snicket series.
Paris 1919 by Margaret MacMillan. Who doesn’t want to listen to 25 hours of narration about the peace conference after World War 1? I learned a lot.
Faith vs. Fact by Jerry Coyne. A good summary of why science works as an explanation of the world and religion doesn’t. Fairly familiar stuff to people who read Coyne’s web site, but worth getting down on paper. It probably won’t change many minds, alas.
Life’s Greatest Secret by Matthew Cobb. Tells the story of the scientific discoveries about DNA, RNA, and genetics, down to the present day. Great, although a bit too dense for someone listening to it at rush hour.
Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari. Harari is a big, big picture kind of guy and has all kinds of provocative ideas, not all of which I agree with. But I was entertained and educated nevertheless.
Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel. This is a novel about the world after a flu epidemic causes civilization to collapse, with lots of flashbacks to the final days of the world we knew. It’s been a big best-seller and was nominated for the National Book Award. I’m a big fan of dystopian novels — I’ve written a few myself! But this one, despite being very well written, left me a bit cold. Too many characters and too many plot strands insufficiently developed. And I really didn’t get the Station Eleven stuff.
Between the World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates. This book was showered with praise and awards, but it left me rather cold. I’ve enjoyed his shorter work more. Partly it was the author’s narration, which I thought was rushed. And I wished he pronounced the word “asked” rather than “axed”. But I also found it difficult to follow his argument sometimes (if there was an argument). The centerpiece of the book is the death of one of his college friends at the hands of an out-of-control police officer. This is a symptom of what’s wrong with America; fair enough. But the police officer was black, working for a black-controlled police department. I wanted Coates to connect the dots for me better than he did. Here’s a long review that says what I thought about the book better than I can.
The Six Wives of Henry VIII by Alison Weir. More than I wanted to know about them, I guess.
I notice that several of these books came my way via BookBub. And I notice that my Kindle is filling up with BookBub titles that I really want to read, all purchased for $1.99 or less. Is this the future? Do we like this future?