Although I’m not reading anymore, I recently emerged from a steady diet of words. Here’s some literature I’ve lived through and, for the most part, benefited from the experience. If you’ve sat down with any of the same works or writers, your commentary is greatly appreciated. Also, please leave any suggestions, as I’m always liable to explore new territory.
The Assistant – Robert Walser (1908)
Molloy – Samuel Beckett (1955)
Frost – Thomas Bernhard (1963)
Gathering Evidence – Thomas Bernhard (1975, – 1982)
Independent People – Halldór Laxness (1946)
Diary of a Bad Year – JM Coetzee (2007)
Gilead – Marilynne Robinson (2004)
Inner Workings – JM Coetzee (2007)
Wise Blood – Flannery O’Connor (1949)
The Double – José Saramago (2002)
All the Names – José Saramago (1997)
The Emigrants – WG Sebald (1992)
The Twits – Roald Dahl (1980)
The Perks of Being a Wallflower – Sephen Chbosky (1999)
The Good Soldier – Ford Madox Ford (1927)
Chronicle of a Death Foretold – Gabriel García Márquez (1981)
The Maltese Falcon – Dashiell Hammett (1929)
My Michael – Amos Oz (1968)
Austerlitz – WG Sebald (2001)
The Open End 