Saturday, January 14, 2023

All Souls, by Javier Marías

Once again, I've started the year with Javier Marías. This marks the eighth year I've done so, but the first time I've read one of his books since his death in September of last year. This made the weight of choosing which book to read seem significant, knowing that the number of books remaining is finite. His most recent book, Tomás Nevinson, still hasn't been released in English. It's due out this March I believe, and there may be some early works still untranslated. There may also have been something left nearly done that could be published posthumously, but basically his collection of works is now complete. 

When Marías died, I took it as an opportunity to order every book of his available in English that I didn't already own. This worked out to be three novels, two books of essays, and a tiny volume about Venice. I considered going right back to the beginning and reading Voyage Along the Horizon, his earliest novel available in English, which he started at age 19 and was published when he was 21. But I didn't think it would give me what I wanted. Last year I started the year with his second earliest book available in English, which was published 15 years after Voyage Along the Horizon. I'll admit to knowing next to nothing about the three other books that predate The Man of Feeling, which have not been translated, but operating on the assumption that it might be considered his first mature work, I decided to proceed chronologically from there and so I started All Souls, which is also notable for being the first book of his to be translated into English. Beginning with All Souls his books have been routinely translated and released in English in the expected two years or so following their Spanish publication.

With All Souls I did feel I was getting the true Marías – in short, it gave me what I wanted. This narrator was never named (though at one point he is given a false name). There's a Luisa (the first Luisa?) although she's not the woman at the center of the book. That woman – to my shock – was named Clare*. (I believe I've read only two** other books that featured Clares: Passing and The Road to Damietta, a book I read in middle school about Saint Francis and Saint Clare.) There's the Oxford don and spy, Toby Rylands, who shows up in several other books. In this one, I think, we get more of an origin story for him than in any of the others. There's Oxford itself, which plays a part in so many of Marías books. All Souls featured the usual long ruminations on what appear to be tangential topics, which of course come back in the most unexpected context. 

If I am to proceed from here chronologically, the next steps would be to reread A Heart So White and Tomorrow in the Battle Think on Me, but I think I may jump ahead instead to the next book I haven't read: The Dark Back of Time. Near the end of All Souls that book's title pops up in the text. But once I've read that, I will have read every novel except the early works and the most recent. There's no question in my mind that I want to reread some – perhaps all – of his books, the question is only of order and timing. 


* Evidently, this same Clare shows up in the Your Face Tomorrow books, a detail I'm surprised to have forgotten. 

** A google search has reminded me of another fictional Clare in a book I've read. It's the rarer male usage: Clare Quilty from Lolita

Sunday, January 1, 2023

2022 in Books

The last year has not been a great year for reading for me. I finished 41 books in 2022, which is certainly a respectable number of books, but I had many false starts and long spells of no reading. (I didn't finish a single book between October 3 and December 9!)  During the latter half of the year, I blamed my poor reading on my impending move, which happened in mid-December but was in the works since July or August. My problems really began before then, so I can't blame the move for everything. January started off strong. I think the stumbles started in March or April, and they continued throughout the year. I allowed myself to fall out of my daily reading habit and I often found I wasn't in the mood to read. And then I kept feeling that I had selected the wrong book. The end result, though I haven't kept count, is that I believe I read an unusual number of very short books last year, which I read in the space of a day or two while on more days than not I didn't read at all. 

In the order that I finished them, the books I read in 2022 were:

  • The Man of Feeling, by Javier Marías
  • One Last Stop, by Casey McQuiston
  • The Spectre of Alexander Wolf, by Gaito Gazdanov
  • My Life as a Fake, by Peter Carey
  • Childhood, by Tove Ditlevsen
  • My Sister the Serial Killer, by Oyinkan Braithwaite
  • Youth, by Tove Ditlevesen
  • Dependency, by Tove Ditlevsen
  • Affections, by Rodrigo Hasbún
  • American Spy, by Lauren Wilkinson
  • Last Night in Nuuk, by Niviak Korneliussen
  • The Sheltering Sky, by Paul Bowles
  • Gods of Jade and Shadow, by Silvia Moreno-Garcia
  • The Story of My Teeth, by Valeria Luiselli
  • In the Distance, by Hernan Diaz
  • Big Sky, by Kate Atkinson
  • Garden by the Sea, by Mercè Rodoreda
  • Home Reading Service, by Fabio Morábito
  • Loving Day, by Mat Johnson
  • Erotic Stories for Punjabi Widows, by Balli Kaur Jaswal
  • Justine, by Iben Mondrup
  • Persuasion, by Jane Austen
  • The Kiss Quotient, by Helen Hoang
  • Lucky Breaks, by Yevgenia Belorusets
  • The Trees, by Percival Everett
  • Tremor of Intent, by Anthony Burgess
  • Rattlebone, by Maxine Clair
  • The Dutch House, by Ann Patchett
  • The Mysterious Affair at Styles, by Agatha Christie
  • Breasts and Eggs, by Mieko Kawakami
  • Saint Sebastian's Abyss, by Mark Haber
  • Oliver VII, by Antal Szerb
  • Go, Went, Gone, by Jenny Erpenbeck
  • Happiness, as Such, by Natalia Ginzburg
  • Not One Day, by Anne Garréta
  • Rum Punch, by Elmore Leonard
  • The Moon and the Bonfires, by Cesare Pavese
  • Minor Detail, by Adania Shibli
  • Martha, Jack & Shanco, by Caryl Lewis
  • So You Don't Get Lost in the Neighborhood, by Patrick Modiano
  • Clash of Civilizations Over an Elevator in the Piazza Vittorio, by Amara Lakhous
And the stats:
For the second consecutive year (and second year ever), more than half the books I read last year were by women. Apart from the U.S., which only accounts for 8 of the books I read last year, I read books from 18 countries including 5 new ones (marked in bold): Australia, Bolivia, Denmark, England, France, Germany, Greenland, Hungary, Italy, Japan, Mexico, Nigeria, Palestine, Russia, Singapore, Spain,  Ukraine, and Wales. This is worse than last year on both counts. Two of the books I read (Persuasion and Tremor of Intent) were rereads. The only nonfiction books I read were the three Tove Ditlevsen volumes. 

Some years I just know what my favorite book of the year was. This is not one of those years. I think the honor goes to The Trees. In the Distance would be the other contender. Other notable mentions include Garden by the Sea, which I loved almost as much as A Broken Mirror – one of my favorite books read in 2018; The Spectre of Alexander Wolf and Justine, both of which had twists that have really stayed with me; The Story of My Teeth, which I'm really glad I decided to try after not really enjoying the previous Valeria Luiselli book I read; and Not One Day, which was just unexpectedly beautiful and gave me a new way of thinking about writing.