Goooooooooooooooooooooooa l!!
by , 12-12-2008 at 01:45 AM (1816 Views)
About 18 months ago, I set a goal for myself as part of a kind of mid-life crisis. Having been reading novels from all over the map classics to mysteries to the occasional fantasy to Bernard Cornwell, I decided I was going to focus on a period of time in American literature. I thought about what I knew about American novelists and I found a gap between Mark Twain and the big 3, Hemingway, Steinbeck, and Faulkner. I completely forgot Fitzgerald and some others. For some unexplained reason, I ended up focusing on USA by John Dos Passos.
I did a little web research on Dos Passos and discovered he was considered a naturalist, among other things. Not knowing quite what that meant I found other realists and naturalists and just other novelists from the time period 1880-1930. I made a list. It's in the first entry of this blog. But now after 18 months, I'm at the door step.
That list of books was for the most part accidental. Even as I accumulated it, I would shuffle it around or add a second volume by a writer. I identified authors I'd never heard of (William Dean Howells and Frank Norris) and discovered some that I had (Sinclair Lewis, Theodore Dreiser, Edith Wharton). In almost every case, I read two novels by each author. Twenty novels in all. Only two that I really didn't enjoy and only one of those two which I have no appreciation of at all and would not read again for any amount of money. Not bad.
Out of blind luck, I think this was perfect. Each novel seemed to connect in certain ways with others, thematically or stylistically. I've read about 10 pages of The 42nd Parallel and I can already tell that had I jumped in with this book 18 months ago, I would have been reading it just to read it with little appreciatiation for it. Now, I can tell this is going to be fun because I have Tarkingtion, Wharton, Howells, Norris, Crane, Lewis, Sinclair (I've already located Upton's socialist hammer), Twain, Fitzgerald, and yes even James to thank for helping me to appreciate it.
Now I can savor the experience instead of gobbling it up, belching, and moving on to some schlocky piece of pulp fiction.



