
C.S. Lewis: "The Weight of Glory"
"I am trying to rip open THE INCONSOLABLE SECRET in each one of you -- the secret which hurts so much that you take your revenge on it by calling it names like Nostalgia and Romanticism and Adolescence."
Leonard J. Arrington: Brigham Young: American Moses
I keep tossing this aside and coming back to it. I have several reading itches I need to scratch, like good plague and virus reading (I love a fun germ) and my trash thriller/mysteries, and 19th Century fiction, and historical accounts of Latter-Day Saints. I must clarify, I am an unafilliated Christian, neither Mormon-basher nor true believer. I find the fundamentals of Morman faith utterly unbelievable, not to say laughable, but my interest in religious history in general brings me back to Mormon studies again and again because it is historically accessible, unlike mainstream Christianity or Islam, the sources of which are lost in time. Brigham Young is the second-most influential figure in Mormon history next to Joseph Smith, the founder of the faith. I can turn to multiple sources for a historically-defensible biograph of Joseph Smith or the very origins of the LDS church. This book is the closest thing to an accurate history of Young, yet it was written by a devout Mormon. I feel great portions of Young's life in this work have been, if not whitewashed, at least granted enormous charitable impulse. Yet other works are so anti-Mormon in bias, such an obvious axe to grind, that I cannot believe them either. It's time for an outsider without agenda to write this biography. In the meantime, I continue to muddle through.
Tami Hoag: Kill the Messenger
OK, so I need some trash reading, and I like mysteries and thrillers to cleanse the palate between Deep Works. I have my favorites, like Michael Connelly, who has never written a bad book. Tami Hoag, judging by this, one of her latest, may become another. Like Connelly, she writes a completely undemanding page turner that is more than a dumb police procedural or woman-in-peril formula. It ain't literature, but this was fun.
Chris Ware: Jimmy Corrigan: The Smartest Kid on Earth
A perennial favorite, and one I re-read every year or so. This incredible, multilayered, seemingly inscrutable yet abundantly accessible work changed my mind about the graphic novel. This is a story that could not be told in words alone. His artwork is not standard overblown comic book fare at all; it is precise and architectural. Ware's artistry is not only visual, it is historical, narrative, deeply psychological and completely unique. He plays on the tropes of the old "comix" and the hyperbole of the back-page ads for X-Ray Specs, blends that with the voice of innocence and amazement of the Chicago Exposition of 1893, and then, in a perfect hat trick, adds our current post-modern nihilist, isolated and lonely existence of the 21st century to bring it home. I cannot describe the plot, because the plot, as cathartic as it is, is only one vehicle for what you experience. Be prepared to be confused and overwhelmed and moved to tears in this journey from son to father to generations past.
Dorothy Dunnett: The Game of Kings (Lymond Chronicles, 1)
It's about time for me to begin my decennial re-reading of the Lymond Chronicles. I've actually read this, the first volume of the six, so many times that I've worn out two paperback versions. I make it all the way through all six every ten years at least. This series is a splendid addition to any Desert Island Reading List. If you like your heroes tortured, your buckles swashed with erudition, romances long on intellect yet short on the formulaic ripping of bodices, and sagas so sweeping all beaches would be free of sand, this is your meat. Recommended companion: The Dorothy Dunnet Companion Vol. I & II -- a concordance for this and Niccolo, her other series, which I find less compelling. Yes, she's such a reference-intense, not to say dense, writer that two volumes of clarification ARE necessary.
Bill Bryson: A Short History of Nearly Everything
I'm working my way through this slowly, no reflection on my fascination with the scientific subject matter or my perennial delight with the author's superb diction. My pace is restrained only because I want to enjoy this at length. Bryson is one of my favorite wordsmiths, but in this new context, he not only entertains but enlightens. I'm a closet science geek, but some areas have escaped my enthusiasm until this book. I mean, geology, really. Now it's sexy.
Charlotte Brontë: Jane Eyre (Penguin Classics)
This has a post all its own. A brilliant, courageous work, shamefully relegated to the "gothic" or "romantic" pile. This is the work that started a thousand imitators, all of which pale in comparison to the language, the intelligence, and the iconoclastic bravery of the original.
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