- Willnot : James Sallis
- Point Omega : Don DeLillo
- The Red Parts: Autobiography of a Trial : Maggie Nelson
- The Waves : Virginia Woolf
- White Noise : Don DeLillo
- The Crime Writer : Jill Dawson
- The Argonauts : Maggie Nelson
- Libra : Don DeLillo
- Slow Horses : Mick Herron
- Black Water : Louise Doughty
- Apple Tree Yard : Louise Doughty
- The Forgotten Waltz : Anne Enright
- The Glorious Heresies : Lisa McInerney
- Fortunes Neck : Kevin McDermott
- A Manual for Cleaning Women : Lucia Berlin
- My Katherine Mansfield Project : Kirsty Gunn
- Intruder in the Dust : William Faulkner
- White Sands: Experiences From the Outside World : Geoff Dyer
- Maura Dooley : The Silvering
- Edwina Attlee : The Cream
- Rachael Allen : Faber New Poets 9
- Helen Mort : No Map Could Show Them
- Plus lots of Frank O’Hara and, always, Robert Hass
Currently reading :
- Pond : Claire-Louise Bennett
- Billie’s Blues : John Chilton
- Austerity Britain 1945-51 : David Kynaston
- Pierre Reverdy : NYRB Poets in Translation [Frank O’Hara, John Ashbery et cetera]
As the above suggests, I’m continuing to make my way back through Virginia Woolf’s fiction (aided by her diaries and Julia Briggs’ Virginia Woolf: An Inner Life, which nicely links her life to the novels) while working rather haphazardly back through Don DeLillo. (Nearly succumbed to the latest in Foyles this afternoon, but, after looking a the price – £17 almost for a slender book with largish print – opted to wait for the paperback. Writing as good as DeLillo’s doesn’t date, right?)
I’ve avoided reading Louise Doughty for a while; she’s a friend of a friend and frequents some of the same North London cafés as myself – she’s usually working at her laptop or correcting proofs when I see her – and if she doesn’t look too engrossed I’ll say Hi and we’ll chat a little – all of which means I ought to have read her before now, but look, suppose I did and didn’t like what she’d written … ? But the thing is, I did. Read and like. Very much. The most recent novel, Black Water, is largely set in Indonesia, with a background involving the CIA, the Cold War and Civil Rights. If it reminded me of anyone else, it was Graham Greene – partly for the Asian setting, partly the mix of excitement and adventure with the questioning of an individual’s morality. Straight after that, I read Apple Tree Yard, a very cleverly plotted book about latter-day lust, obsession and betrayal, told within an absorbing courtroom framework and – as it says on the jacket – absolutely unputdownable once you’ve begun.
When she saw me absorbed in Maggie Nelson’s The Red Parts (more court room stuff here), the barista in the Rathbone Place branch of TAP Coffee told me it was the best book she’d read for ages, and that absolutely the best book she’d read since was Claire-Louise Bennett’s Pond, which was strongly recommended also by the nice chatty guy who works in the fiction department at Foyles, Charing Cross Road, and since he’d put me on to Lucia Berlin’s stories, I took him seriously. They’re both right: the stories are interestingly off-the-wall and surprising, self-indulgent but in way that’s oddly acceptable and written in a style that doesn’t remind me of anyone else at all. Not only that, it is a lovely book to look at and to hold, beautifully published by Fitzcarraldo Editions.
Finally, the most delightful and unexpected book in the bunch was James Sallis’ Willnot.
Mainly known as the author of terse and elliptical crime novels, Drive amongst them, Willnot simply will not be pinned down. Woody Haut writes about it clearly and enthusiastically on his blog and I commend that to you.