Category: Books

  • I Read 100 Books in 2017

    Okay, so, I read 102 books in 2017.

    To be fair, only 99 different ones (I read two, twice this year – had to revisit them for separate exams, and basically pick out different things in each).

    Copied below is the rough and tumble list of the monographs I slew over the past 52 weeks.

    “Wait a minute!” Some of you might be thinking, “Some of these barely qualify as books!” Athanasius’ Life of Anthony and Jodorowski’s L’Incal in particular jump out – the former being a sermon masquerading as a narrative, the latter a French graphic novel or bande dessinée.

    So let me explain:

    For items to appear on this list, they had to appear in the form of a book (either electronic or printed). That is, as something I could file on my shelf or read from start to finish in a complete form.

    By this definition, a smattering of books on here that were under 100 pages (but made up by those above 1000 pages – the average length, I would guess, being around 300-350 pages).

    This also meant I couldn’t include any of the hundreds of academic or non-fiction articles I read this year (including some that surpassed 60 pages – though the average was 20-30 each).

    In the end, the definition of book is a bit tenuous here, but I figure it evens out considering the mountains of reading I left out (which, if stapled together, would be a couple dozen books worth).

    I mean honestly, give me a break.  I was working full time for the first four month, and then part time (20 hours a week) the last eight months. Look at how many fucking books I put away. Just look!

    Some observations about the experience:

    The bulk of the books on this list were academic monographs and annotated volumes that I read in preparation for my three separate composite exams, or that I assigned to my classes and read along the way.

    Despite the heavy requirements for my exams, I still managed to sneak in about 30 novels this year – which comes pretty damn close to that pathetic 35 books TOTAL I put away last year. I guess it’s true that when we have very little time, we tend to do a lot MORE with it.

    I read on average 2 books a week. Though, realistically, it was probably a couple of months of 4-5 books per week and then some slack times where I literally had to take a break and read a measly 1 or 1.5 books per week. Notably, right at the end in December and when I was on vacation in May.

    Boy are my eyes tired. That last book of the year (Dan Simmon’s Hyperion) took me 8 days to read. Basically walking the marathon right there.

    By comparison, there were 2 or 3 days where I read more than one book in a single day. You know how it goes. You get up at 7, read until noon. Have lunch and say “hey, why don’t I get started on number 2?” And you finish the bastard by suppertime.

    Some noteworthy (and not so much) reads:

    Blake Crouch’s books are addictive. I read Wayward in one sitting on a flight.

    Lars Kepler’s books are also addictive. I read 90% of Sandman on a train ride. I would have read the rest in one shot, but we arrived in Toronto and had to catch a bus.

    Joe Hill reads like a slightly past the peek Stephen King (his father). Not as engaging as King was during his prime, but worlds ahead of his dad’s latter work (especially the downward spiral that was King in the nineties). I still have at least 2 of his books on the shelf or Kindle that got pushed in 2018.

    Swedish crime thrillers continue to be my favourite genre. Having read everything Henning Mankell wrote (as far as I know) and most of Lars Kepler, I suppose Jo Nesbo is the next obvious target on my reading list. His Snowman was decent, but I can’t help but wonder if the translation was a little… off. More than once, I’d read a page and have no idea how the characters got from point A to point B – it’s as if they left out some transitional lines here and there.

    Vishnu Dreams was sorely disappointing. Strong premise, interesting ideas, but too literary and muddling for its own good. I know well-written prose is all the rage, but it never hurts to have a story with HOOKs to pull a reader in.

    Crichton has the uncanny ability to make literally ANYTHING gripping and tense. Take Air Frame for example: it’s the only suspense novel I’ve ever heard about that makes reading about airplane schematics edge of your seat intense. Even State of Fear, his mostly crock-of-shit book about global warming fraudsters, managed to pull it off when discussing charts and graphs.

    Dan Simmons knows his religious history and philosophy. Not only can he talk about Kolkata and Shaktism in a manner than rivals some scholars, but he’s also no slouch when it comes to Catholicism. Nice (and rare) to read fiction where the author doesn’t bungle things or rely on cheesy stock stereotypes about religion (*cough cough sorry Crouch, Abandon could have done more with the preacher character).

    Murakami is wonderful as always, and you definitely get different things out of his books the second time you read them. Not only was rereading South of the Border, West of the Sun it like sliding back into an old, comfortable pair of jeans, but I now have a completely different opinion about what it’s actually about.

    Daytripper was probably the most thought-provoking graphic novel I’ve read in a while, and it manages to do it with so little – and without being heavy-handed. Tells a good story at the same time!

    Everyone interested in Cinema, the Reagan years, or American history should read Susan Jeffords Hard Bodies. Pretty wonderful read.

    The List

    Williams – Saints Alive (x2)
    Athanasius – Life of Athony
    Brown – The Cult of the Saints
    Orsi – Between Heaven and Earth
    Orsi – Thank you St Jude (x2)
    Bell & Mazzoni – Voices of Gemma Galgani
    Freeman – Holy Bones, Holy Dust
    Weinstein & Bell – Saints and Society
    Kleinberg – Flesh Made Word
    Bartlett – Why Can the Dead do such Great Things?
    Multiple Authors – Hagiography and Religious Truth (annotated Volume)
    Greer – Colonial Saints
    Pearson – Becoming Holy in Early Canada
    Moore – Women in Christian Traditions
    Boisvert – Sanctity and Male Desire
    Kitchen – Saints Lives and the Rhetoric of Gender
    Burrus – Sex Lives of the Saints
    Multiple Authors – Catholic Women Speak (annotated Volume)
    Wilson – Saints and their Cults
    Matzeko – Sharing God’s Company
    Farrelly – Papist Patriots
    Ellis – American Catholicism
    Cuneo – The Smoke of Satan
    Curran – Shaping American Catholicism
    McDonnough – The Catholic Labrynth
    Scribber – A Partisan Church
    Massa – Catholics and American Culture
    Vasquez – Globalzing the Sacred
    Tweed – America’s Church
    Tweed – Our Lady of the Exile
    Kennedy – Reimagining American Catholicism
    McGreevy – Catholicism and American Freedom
    McGreevy – Parish Boundaries
    Anderson – Death and Rebirth of the North American Martyrs
    Hamburger – The Separation of Church and State
    Zubrzycki – Beheading the Saint
    Koehlinger – The New Nuns
    Cummings – Catholics in the American Century
    Cummings – New Women of the Old Faith
    Hendrickson – Border Medicine
    Byrne – The Other Catholics
    Kane – Sister Thorn
    Kane – Gender Identity in American Catholicism
    Matovina – Presente!
    Tentler – Catholics and Contraceptives
    Arnold and Brady – What is Masculinity?
    Connell – Masculinities
    Synnott – Rethinking Men
    Roediger – Wages of Whiteness
    Hill – Whiteness: A Critical Reader
    Bronner – Male Traditions
    Gilber – Men in the Middle
    Watson and Shaw – Performing Masculinities
    Jeffords – Hard Bodies
    Horrocks – Male Myths and Icons
    Morrison – Playing in the Dark
    Keith – Contemporary American Culture
    Moss – Media and Modes of Masculinity
    Rotundo – American Manhood
    Carroll -American Masculinity: A Historical Encyclopedia
    Cuordeleone – Manhood and American Political Culture in the Cold War
    Kimmel – Manhood in America
    Meyer – Manhood on the Line
    Rosin – The End of Men
    Oxtoby – World Religions: Eastern Traditions
    Stephens-Davidovitz – Everybody Lies
    Bader, Baker and Mencken – Paranormal America
    Morreau – The French Revolution
    Jacobs – Beethoven
    Gibson – Idoru
    Bengamudra – Vishnu Dream
    Crichton – State of Fear
    Crichton – Air Frame
    Landsdale – The Night Runners
    Landsdale – Act of Love
    Harrison – Technicolor Time Machine
    Murakami – South of the Border, West of the Sun
    Murakami – Sputnik Sweetheart
    Crouch – Pines
    Crouch – Wayward
    Crouch – The Last Town
    Crouch – Good Behaviour
    Crouch – Abandon
    Mankell – Depths
    Mankell – The Man from Beijing
    Hill – Horns
    Hill – N0S4A2
    Kepler – The Hypnotist
    Kepler – The Fire Witness
    Kepler – The Nightmare
    Kepler – The Sandman
    Kepler – Stalker
    Jodorowski – L’Incal
    Shah – Sorcerer’s Apprentice
    Moon & Ba – DayTripper
    Matur – The Inscrutible Americans
    Simmons – Song of Kali
    Simmons – Hyperion
    Nesbo – The Snowman

  • Books I read in 2016

    In 2016, I only read 31 books.

    Sadly, for a second year in a row, I missed my mark of reading 40+ books.

    Of that 32, many were for research and study. For the rest, well I gotta be honest, I went for a lot of novellas to pad in the numbers when I noticed I was dipping behind.

    In light of having just read four books this past week, it looks particularly bad. Maybe I was trying to overcompensate.

    Oh well, here’s the list:

    Crichton – Jurassic Park
    Crichton – Rising Sun
    Crichton – Lost World
    Benchley – Jaws
    Wolf – Envisioning Power
    Manciejko – The Mixed Multitude
    Hoover – Does God make the Man?
    Guy – Becket: Warrior, Rebel, Martyr
    Martin – Feast for Crows
    Martin – Unsound Variations
    Martin – A song for Lya
    Martin – Game of Thrones
    Hess – Magister Ludi
    Orsi – History and Presence
    Mankell – Return of the Dancing Master
    Bishop – Beneath the Shattered Moons
    Brunner – Give Warning to the World
    Brunner – The Super Barbarians
    Brunner – The Squares of the City
    Heinlein – All you Zombies
    Druon – The Strangled Queen
    Druon – The Poisoned Crown
    Dubuc – Frere Andre
    Masterton – Tengu
    Patanaik – Jaya
    Mercer – Alexander the Great
    Campbell – Who Goes There?
    Plate – Key Terms in Material religion
    McGrath – Christianity’s Dangerous Idea
    Mitchell – Cloning Terror
    Craig – The Fall of Japan
    Hill – The Fireman

    Some observations:
    I rediscovered how easy it is to burn through a Michael Cricton novel on the bus / metro. More than once.

    Joe Hill’s prose is roughly as addictive as the early work of his father (Steven King).

    Amazon lets publishers charge WAY too much for some Kindle releases ($14.99 for an Ebook vs $4.99 for a Paperback… really Harper-Collins?)

    Some confessions:
    I reread a number of Martin’s crack-addictions that pass for novels, which I always seem to end up doing in the downtime between seasons of the show and the eventual (hopeful) release of his books.

    John Brunner’s pulpy-science-fiction novels never disappoint. Fast-paced, imaginative and resolutely tacky yet awesome.

    Some highs and lows (mostly lows):
    Tengu was undeniably the trashiest book I read all year – but not without some enjoyment.

    The premise: A possibly psychic, bed-ridden Japanese evil mastermind creates and army of demonic supersoldiers to invade the USA in retribution for Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Yup.

    Crichton’s Rising Sun really comes in a distant second thanks to that one.

    Magister Ludi was, in spite of all its ambitions, probably the most disappointing read of the year.

    Yes, I know it won a Nobel Prize for literature, and it was masterfully written as a prose piece. I honestly can’t shame it for being beautifully told.

    BUT in terms of story — of weaving together a meaningful narrative and characters — well…

    I suppose there’s only so much time I want to spend with listless characters who bloviate for pages on end. This is not how humans speak to one another.

    Perhaps at the time it was released, the premise and setup would have come across as more innovative and meaningful. However, it’s not my first time at the speculative lit-fic rodeo.

    Within the first forty pages of a somewhat meandering setup I realized there was only one trajectory the novel could follow and one way it could end.

    And then I spent the next couple hundred pages following that exact trajectory to that exact ending.

    Anyways, enough shitting on the classics. Time for highlights.

    Apart from the consistently excellent Henning Mankell mysteries, returning to Druon’s Cursed Kings series was a delight.

    I’ve always been a buff for history and well-written non-fiction, and these generally fact-based historical fictions are addictive and engaging even if we know where they are leading us. Down the gutter for France.

  • I read four books this week.

    I read four books in a week.
     
    I suppose there’s a first for everything.
     
    In a way, I wonder if I could have done more. I was slowed down thanks to my regular part-time work, lecturing and course preparation, and the publication slate for the JRC, and all that jazz. Could I have gone through another 4 with those 40 hours reclaimed?
     
    I’m not so sure. Being pressed for time — that is, knowing you don’t have enough time — can really do wonders for keeping you focused.
     
    Part of me suspects I would have read less if I had more time, and spend the difference putzing about.
     
    Anyways, before I go off sounding like some speed-reading hero, the devil is in the details.
     
    The longest book was 210 pages, and the briefest 80 — making the whole ordeal roughly as long as a decent length Steven King book; albeit, decidedly more difficult to read (non-fiction, academic publications inevitably require more concentration).
     
    Still, it’s a bit of a wonder that preparing for a composite exam can do so much to your free time — especially in light of a deadline.
     
    Read 20 books in three months and then write an exam? Still daunting, but at least I’m off to a promising start.