I looked under chairs I looked under tables I'm tryin to find the key To fifty million fables -- Pete Townshend, "The Seeker"
I think I read about 600 "pages" per week. Were that in book form that would be two books per week, so 100+ per year. But the number of books I actually read end-to-end is probably around 45, and only 30 or so seem to make it into my semi-public GoodReads feed.
Here are my top and bottom 5 reads from GoodReads for 2014.
Honorable mention: Tom Rachman, The Imperfectionists. Great characters in a European newspaper setting.
Interestingly, there were no pure tech books in the top 5. I was reading them, but nothing really changed my mind about anything. I'm not done with it, but Adolpho Builes's Ember-CLI 101 is looking promising.
Notice the author overlap between the best and worst. I was searching for an author who would be reliably excellent, but with these young novelists, it just doesn't work that way. For every Bernadette, there's a This One is Mine; for The Imperfectionists, there's The Rise and Fall of the Great Powers. Good ones but not great. (Incidentally, another pair of novels by the same author was Eat the Document and Stone Arabia by Dana Spiotta -- Eat the Document would have made my top 5 had I not read Stone Arabia which made me think that Eat the Document is an anomaly. We shall see.) Elsewhere on my "worst" list are two novels that are essentially about the demise of the book -- Mr. Penumbra and The Word Exchange. I started both of these with great excitement, but in both cases felt like my time was being stolen about one quarter of the way through.
The worst book of the year was the one on Liz Phair. What a disappointment. I really wanted to love this book. What Amazon calls its Most Helpful Critical Review is pretty much on the mark (and note the comments on that review). Gina Arnold's first book on indie rock is one of the best out there: Route 666: On the Road to Nirvana. But this book on Liz Phair is a woeful tirade about how Phair didn't get the attention and respect she deserved. I don't disagree with that, but to hear Arnold tell it, the only people who appreciated Phair were critics like herself -- female, hip, feminists, etc. Well, I hate to disabuse Arnold of her assumptions, but there were many men who became Phair devotees after one listen. The book is packed with unsupported generalizations, typos, and errors of fact. Someday someone is going to write an awesome book about Liz Phair that will be packed with details. This ain't it.comments powered by Disqus