Recently, I’ve been reading Elena Ferrante’s Neapolitan series. The books keep me up at night and make me feel like a teenager again, desperate to know what happens next. My 90 year old Italian grandma is reading the Ferrante books in Italian and we have been having the most incredible conversations. Last week she stayed up until 6am to finish the second book. I hope I am still staying up all night to finish books when I’m 90.
This week, Entropy contributors shared the books they have been reading and loving.
Reading Mythologies by Roland Barthes and also Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri.
The New and Improved Romie Futch by Julia Elliott.
Many re-readings of Toru Dutt’s Bianca, or The Young Spanish Maiden for a paper I’m writing, plus Caitlin Moran’s How to Be a Woman.
S (Ship of Theseus) by Doug Dorst and JJ Abrams. Pretty addicting piece of typographical wonder. You can feel the fiction between your fingers and in your nose, and pretty fine, not kitschy at all.
A Brief History of Seven Killings by Marlon James for review, War and Peace (for reals/it’s about time), The Diagram Omnibus, Karate Chop by Dorothe Nors.
The Violators by Vincenzo Bilof.
M Train by Patti Smith.
I just finished Danielle Dutton’s Margaret the First, Catapult’s first spring 2016 title, and I can’t wait for it to get into everybody’s hands. It is the literary equivalent of an outrageously beautiful gown — it makes one slightly jealous, but seeing Dutton dispense such finery is such an overwhelming pleasure.
Two Serious Ladies by Jane Bowles.
David S. Atkinson
Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand by Helen Simonson.
Beast Feast by Cody-Rose Clevidence.
Finally getting to The Part About Archimbaldi, so I can finish Bolano’s 2666 after working on it for the past few years.
Grace Lee Boggs & Raymond Roussel.
City on Fire by Garth Risk Hallberg.
I’m reading Sarah Xerta’s Nothing to Do with Me, which is simultaneously amazing and frustrating in how it perfectly encapsulates the twenty-something bohemian experience. Even while I’m shuttering at how it evokes a smell of clove cigarettes, I’m still floored with its emotional honesty.
I’m also reading Greg Rucka’s new Han Solo novel and Curing the Postmodern Blues, Tom Shapira’s critical take on Grant Morrison’s The Filth.
Sara Jaffe’s Drylands, Kiese Laymon’s Long Division, Eileen Myles’ I Must Be Living Twice, and so many student manuscripts, many of which are genuinely gripping.
Bhanu Kapil’s Ban en Banlieue, Robin Coste Lewis’s Voyage of the Sable Venus, Janice Lee’s Reconsolidation, all three phenomenal and also I’m scrolling through Christine Kanownik’s King of Pain tumblr and listening to Black Sabbath’s Changes on repeat and that ultrasensory experience counts as a book.
A bunch of Larry Eigner and Adrienne Rich; specifically, Leaflets and The Dream of a Common Language by the latter, and Area Lights Heights and The World and Its Streets, Places by the former.
Robin Coste Lewis’s Voyage of the Sable Venus and Gifts of the Crow by John Marzluff and Tony Angell. Not much time for reading lately.
Martha Ronk’s In A Landscape of Having To Repeat and Evening’s Empire by Craig Koslofsky.
I’m reading The Strangest by Michael J Seidlinger, The Gun by Fuminori Nakamura, Beach Story by Brian Warfield, Fake Fruit Factory by Patrick Wensink, The Silent End by Samuel Sattin, and Martin and John by Dale Peck.
Just finished Witches of America by Alex Mar.
New Grub Street by George Gissing. One of those fabulous 19th century realist bricks that’s free on Gutenberg. Full of lovely aphorism and bitter cruelty. It’s amazing to read something so prescient–the literary debates it satirizes are still with us. I wish I’d encountered it sooner.