Three themes emerged in my reading this year, without great conscious intent on my part; well, four if I count getting back to a more typical number of books read. The year did not feature any births, international relocations, invasions by neighboring countries, or major changes in employment. All of that helped in finding more time to read.
The first theme was Rick Riordan. Kid One is a huge fan and wants to discuss; ergo, I am reading them. And while I’m well outside the target audience, they are still good fun, heartfelt, and not completely obvious.
The second theme is fantasy/science fiction in translation. This is doubly fun, as the assumptions that the authors are proceeding from or the tendencies that they are extrapolating are different from the Anglo-American background that I come from. Alien worlds (or future histories or alternative histories or fantasy settings) built by someone from a foreign culture are put together differently, and I like that. I’m looking forward to reading more in this vein.
(As a side note, I only read three books in German this year, but two of them were very long, and one of them I translated, so I read it with great care. Possibly more care even than the author and his German-language editors, but that’s another story.)
The third theme is Poland. I used to have what was generously referred to as a reading knowledge of Polish. It never got as far as reading books in that language, just articles, and it has long since gotten very rusty. Nevertheless, I like Poland, Polish history and Polish literature lots, even though I have so far only managed to live there for a summer. (I suspect I am in a small minority that really likes all three of Germany, Poland, and Russia.) At any rate, there was more Poland this year than in a long time, and I was glad to pick up that thread again. There are several more books related to Poland or by Polish authors near the top of the to-be-read piles, so this trend is likely to continue.
I re-read four books this year, all after I had recommended them to a friend. They are also all books I need to be careful about picking up at all, because I find it very hard to put them down again once I have started. They are The Armageddon Rag by George R.R. Martin (to my mind, his best book qua book), Under the Frog by Tibor Fischer, Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, and A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole.
Hands down, the best book of non-fiction I read was Just Kids by Patti Smith. Beautiful and touching, a memoir of her early life and a love letter to Robert Mapplethorpe. Other top non-fiction included Inside the Stalin Archive by Jonathan Brent and Red Fortress by the formidable Catherine Merridale. The Broken Road by Patrick Leigh Fermor concluded his story of walking from the Hook of Holland to Constantinople in 1938, but it was unfinished at his death, and it is not quite as brilliant as the first two volumes.
Top favorites in fiction included Ancillary Justice and Ancillary Sword by Ann Leckie, Darkness at Noon by Arthur Koestler, The Days of Anna Madrigal by Armistead Maupin, and the aforementioned re-reads. Tintenblut and Tintentod, if you read German (although the author professes to be very happy with the English translation). Casting Fortune nearly completed my reading of John M. Ford’s works; only two short story collections remain, at least until I start re-reading. Special mention goes to The Vagrant King by E.V. Thompson, rollicking historical fiction that tempts me to say that they don’t make ’em like that anymore.
Full list, in order read, is under the fold with links to my reviews here.
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