Here is my reading list for the rest of the year:
I am still reading The Way We Live Now, which is super long. But I’m on a tight schedule and should finish by Sunday.
I think these twelve books ought to pretty much carry me through the end of 2010. And no, I really have never read either 1984 or Brave New World. I know.
I also realized that this pile represents a full century of British writers: Howards End was published in 1910; The Thousand Autumns of Jacob De Zoet came out this year.
Speaking of David Mitchell, he has been the best discovery of British Read-a-Thon 2010. I honestly believe that he is the best living novelist. He can be extremely innovative and totally enjoyable at the same time—not an easy task (see: James Joyce).
The Evelyn Waugh book is his collected diaries, which I’ve been grazing at sporadically. I have read many novels by him, which I can’t recommend enough (especially Brideshead Revisited and Scoop); the diaries are just as enjoyable. What a character.
The only Kingsley Amis book I’ve read as of yet is non-fiction, the highly entertaining Everyday Drinking. My husband tells me that I’ll take issue with the highly sexist nature of his prose, but this remains to be seen. I give novelists a lot of license, I think.
I suspect that I will enjoy the Gladys Mitchell novels the most. Murder mysteries, vintage ones, are my favorite. When I discovered that there was another lady British mystery novelist (aside from Dorothy Sayers and Agatha Christie) it made my month. And since I discovered this only last week, my month is still being made. I’ll have to spread them out as much as possible.