Max Frisch
1954
Around 390 pages
Interesting Facts:
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A Ghost at Noon/Contempt
Alberto Moravia
1954
Around 250 pages
When I find myself growing grim about the mouth in regards to this List, I always like to remind myself of all the hidden gems that I would have never discovered on my own. This novel is one of those gems, and is certainly the best of the Moravia novels on this List.
I think everybody lives in some fear, by different degrees, that one day, they are going to wake up and their partner doesn't love them anymore. Or, in an equally tragic scenario, you wake up and you discover you've fallen out of love. Unfortunately, for our protagonist, Riccardo Molteni, this happens with his wife Emilia, who grows colder and colder as the novel progresses.
Contempt is Disgust's bitchier older sister, and I think it is the perfect name for this novel. Riccardo is desperate to make Emilia admit she no longer loves him and why, so he can fix it. And I think we all do that with relationships to an extent. If somebody dumps us, we want to know their exact reasoning, as though that information will help us. As the story is told from Riccardo's perspective, we mostly feel sympathetic for him, but my heart ached for Emilia as well. Once that switch turns off, the other person's love really does feel like an invasion.
Riccardo's character is a screenwriter who naturally feels he is above his trade. He is working on a production of The Odyssey, and I thoroughly enjoyed the discussions on the text. Was Odysseus a hero, or was he just coming up with excuses not to go home to his wife? I love it when characters interpret art, it's an ingenious way to show their souls.
An excellent read, and I'll have to remember this example next time the List puts me through the ringer.
RATING: *****
Interesting Facts:
In Le Monde's 100 Books of the Century, published in 1999, French readers voted the book the 48th most memorable.
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The Unnamable
Samuel Beckett
1953
Around 190 pages
Beckett again. This time he is polishing off his trilogy, preceded by Molloy and Malone Dies. I was fully expecting the same style of abstract monologues in cramped rooms with little to no plot. God, he's predictable.
Most of this novel is one paragraph long, and I just don't really appreciate these literary gimmicks. All I really want a good story. He doesn't offer us a plot, or a main character's name, or a setting. It might have been written with the intention to be read aloud, in which case I guess it makes more sense as some sort of poetic expression.
Not my cup of tea, and unfortunately, we still aren't even close to reaching the end of his novels on the List.
RATING: **---
Interesting Facts:
Originally published in French.
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Watt
Samuel Beckett
1953
Around 260 pages
Only ten more novels until the big 500. Unfortunately, for that happy moment to occur, we have to get through two Becketts in a row. Hey, I want to enjoy a novel written while hiding from the Gestapo as much as the next guy. But I don't click with his style, which is oh so very Irish.
It's difficult to summarize a Beckett novel, since so much of the action takes place in the abstract. I guess suffice to say, Watt obsesses over his employer Mr. Knott, who never appears in the novel. His experimental style made it feel like an undergrad assignment to me, where he was tasked with incorporating a certain amount of motifs into one lengthy project.
Here's one quote to illustrate how rough it can be to get through this thing:
“Here he stood. Here he sat. Here he knelt. Here he lay. Here he moved, to and fro, from the door to the window, from the window to the door; from the window to the door, from the door to the window; from the fire to the bed, from the bed to the fire; from the bed to the fire, from the fire to the bed." I mean, are you trying to get on my nerves? Or sound like a children's book? Or fill a word count?
We don't even get a break between Becketts, that's cold, Listmakers.
RATING: **---
Interesting Facts:
Written by Beckett on the run in France during World War II.
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Casino Royale
Ian Fleming
1953
Around 215 pages
I read all of the James Bond books when I was younger, despite the fact that my dad's copies were literally falling apart at the seams. I don't know why I just didn't get them out at the library, it's not like they are obscure novels. Oh past Amanda.
Le Chiffre, the paymaster for a French Communist Party trade union, loses 50 million francs in Soviet subsidies after investing in brothels three months before France ratifies the Loi Marthe Richard. So I guess whores do sometimes sink. Desperate to get the money back before his handlers notice, he goes to a casino in Somme with the remaining 25 million francs in union funds. Of course, everybody has already figured it out. The Russians send an assassin to finish him off, and the Brits send James Bond to beat him in cards, because they are the good guys (and they want to completely bankrupt the trade union). Also, Bond is assigned a hot female companion, Vesper, because we need somebody for him to bang.
It's a testament to Fleming's strong writing that I could be fascinated by a game of baccarat, when I don't know how to play baccarat. And although I've never had my penis repeatedly struck by a carpet beater, I have dealt with chronic pain my whole life, and I was really blown away by Fleming's description of agony. It's not an easy thing to put into words.
Ian Fleming might just be the biggest badass on this List, with the possible exception of Erskine Childers (but you can only be so cool if your name is Erskine). Many of the elements of the plot were inspired by real life events Fleming witnessed when he served as an intelligence officer. Those seeds of reality stop the entire story from being an unbearably over the top absurd male fantasy (at least in this story).
Let me know your favorite James Bond in the comments! And bonus points if you can guess mine.
RATING: *****
Interesting Facts:
James Bond was originally named James Secretan, but Ian Fleming wanted a more boring name.
Umberto Eco said Fleming isn't an artist; yet he writes with art. Oh shut up.
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The Adventures of Augie March
Saul Bellow
1953
Around 600 pages
By the time this List is over, you will have had to read seven posts that can be summarized as "I don't vibe with Bellow." If we were dating, I would have to send one of those vague "it just didn't work out" texts. Unfortunately, the Book refuses to see other people, so I have to keep reading Bellow's novels even if I don't find them enjoyable.
This coming of age stories centers on Augie March, who just kind of bums around. He has a string of romances with varying levels of successes, and does random jobs when he needs money. Like many people in their early adulthood, he struggles with motivation and commitment. I thought I would relate to Augie more, given that his lack of direction is very accessible, but there's something about Bellow's writing that I find really dry.
Four more Bellows to go! Oh well, I have more time to put my finger on why I don't like this guy.
RATING: **---
Interesting Facts:
Modern Library's 81st best novel of the twentieth century. As if.
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The Judge and His Hangman
Friedrich Durrenmatt
1950
Around 128 pages
I had a bit of a hard time tracking down this novel, and when it finally arrived from a distant land (the U.K.), it was somewhat underwhelming. It is a tiny, rather adorable book, and while I am all for brevity, 128 pages isn't a whole lot of time to set up and conclude a satisfying mystery.
Inspector Barlach's best officer, Lieutenant Ulrich Schmied, is murdered. Schmied was investigating the activities of career criminal Richard Gastmann, an old enemy of Barlach. Barlach is assisted by Officer Tschanz to crack the case.
It's very difficult to create an original detective, even in 1950. This is something I struggle with in my own writing, as I am constantly comparing my characters to well-known literary figures ("but mine has a hat! He's different!"). Barlach isn't the most eccentric guy, but by the end of the novel, I no longer felt that Durrenmatt was trying to shock us with twists and turns narrated by Hercule - I mean, Hans. Instead, I think Durrenmatt wanted to present to the audience a very specific moral conundrum, and have us ruminate on the ethics of the actions of our protagonist.
It's hard to evaluate the merits of a detective story without giving away spoilers, but dammit, I live by a code. Compared to other masterfully crafted detective stories that are hidden with subtle clues and memorable characters, this novel falls short. But on its own, it's a neat little story that poses some thoughtful questions. And that's fun too.
RATING: ***--
Interesting Facts:
Adapted into a film in 1975, starring Jon Voight.
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Wise Blood
Flannery O'Connor
1952
Around 1952
Memoirs of Hadrian
Marguerite Yourcenar
1951
Around 350 pages
Most of the time, I have a blast with these entries, but every once in awhile we get a book that feels like it was created for the sole purpose of hurting college students. I had a professor, let's call him Ronald Judy (because that's his name, and he was an ass), whose arrogance left me in awe. He would stroll into class twenty minutes late and then keep us for an extra 30 minutes because he physically could not spouting his ego on us. Being hit over the head with Ars Poetica is one thing, because it's Greek and I guess they figured out the universe or something. But this is just pretend classical, so what gives?
Hadrian was an Emperor of Rome, roughly 2000 years ago. The novel is presented as a letter by Hadrian to his successor/adoptive grandson Marcus Aurelius. As he is dying, Hadrian thinks this is a good time to reflect on the events of his life. I guess by Machiavellian standards, Hadrian is a good emperor, but he's still a huge dick.
The real Hadrian did write an autobiography, but it has been lost. I never felt the pangs of this loss, but Yourcenar did. This just isn't my taste, I have a hard time relating to these ancient men who were obsessed with young boys and plagued by fits of rage and paranoia. And if I was going to spend the intellectual credit needed to get through a book like this, I would want it to be the real deal.
RATING: **---
Interesting Facts:
Yourcenar chose Hadrian as the subject of the novel because he lived at a time when the Roman gods were no longer believed in, but Christianity was not yet established.
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