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We were guests tonight at a dinner party/birthday party/commune meeting (don’t ask) for a friend who had the audacity to turn 30 (thirty! Who are these people, born after 1977???) this week. It was great fun, and the conversation rich– if not occasionally interrupted by one of the many (we have nine between us) children with a need of one sort or the other.

Yes, it was Very Good. The conversation turned on books for much of the time (bliss!): fiction or non? And what, if anything, do we get (as Christians) from books? And do Christians in developing nations without access to books other than the Bible thrive in their faith more than we because they have no other books to clutter their perspectives? And is any part of that last question even remotely true? There was much to debate.

And at one point, Alex asked me which authors are my favorites. I had to stop eating then, because just the names alone of these authors in my mouth were food enough. Here’s what I said, plus some additional ones (because we always think of the best and/or full answers After The Fact):

Annie Dillard (hands down, though, interestingly, she doesn’t really write fiction)
Marilynne Robinson (both Housekeeping and Gilead, though I may like the former better!)
Virginia Woolf
Ian McEwan (just finished his Atonement and it so good. So Good. So Good.)
Frederick Buechner (I didn’t say him, because I didn’t think of him, but he’s a favorite, although I’ve only read Godric (twice) and Son of Laughter).
Thomas Mann (I didn’t say him either, even though Bill posited him as an option. I’m not sure he’s a favorite– but he’s good. Boy oh boy.)
Maybe I should also include Fitzgerald. His Gatsby is just perfection, and I recently Really Enjoyed re-reading Tender is the Night, which I last read in honors English my junior year in high school and Didn’t Get It At All (but I didn’t realize that I didn’t get it, which is worse).

That’s all I’ll say for now. But what I’d love, O Reader, is for you to tell me which authors you love. Would you? You don’t have to say who you are, but if you’d send me a list, however short, that would be Such Fun for me. And it might remind me of other favorites. Or give me new ideas. Or something.

I realize this is fishing for comments. Sorry. But honestly, what have you got to lose?

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tworivers Posted June 21, 2008 at9:23 am   Reply

<>JRRTolkien<> – you know<>CSLewis<> – especially Till We Have Faces<>Dorothy Sayers<> – the Lord Peter Wimsey books, especially the foursome about him and Harriet Vane<>Jane Austen<> – especially all of them<>Charles Dickens<> – especially Tale of Two Cities and most of the rest of themThere, that’s a start.

Jon Posted June 21, 2008 at10:00 pm   Reply

Mine would be:David Foster Wallace – Infinite Jest is his best, but I even liked his book on the mathematical history of infinity, so I guess that means All of them!Patrick O’Brian – All (they’re all really one extended book anyway)Fyodor Dostoyevsky – Brothers Karamazov is my favoriteVictor Hugo – Les Mis and HunchbackAlbert Camus – The Plague, The RebelVladimir Nabokov – Lolita, of course, but Ada, or Ardor is great tooJonathan Franzen – The Corrections, Strong MotionPhilip Roth – American Pastoral, especiallyAlexandre Dumas – Count of Monte Cristo, La Reine Margot are my two favoritesJon Krakauer – Into The Wild, Into Thin Air, Eiger Dreams, Under The Banner of HeavenNorman MacLean – AllJames Fenimore Cooper – All, but I think I like The Deerslayer the bestJane Austen – All, but esp. P&P

The Swede, again. Posted June 23, 2008 at5:08 pm   Reply

Difficult, difficult… naming favourites is always hard, but I’ll give it a try:– A few years ago I would probably have said J.D Salinger without a moments hesitation. His work does not mean as much to me anymore but it triggered a surprising and exhilirating desire in me to write when I first encountered it. Ironically, I’m not a big fan of his most famous novel, “The Catcher in the Rye”, but I love “Franny and Zooey”, “Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenter and Seymour: An Inroduction”. Salinger was the first author I came across who approached humour with such gravity, his characters are so tragically funny, so endearingly human. – I have to put down a recent favourite: “The Kite Runner” by Khaled Hosseini. Was worried it wouldn’t be as good as everyone’s been cracking it up to be, but there was no need to worry- I sobbed the whole coach journey home, rumbling through the English countryside thinking about the little Afghan boy living in the book clutched in my hands. – Anything by Louis de Berniéres.– J.M Coetzee. “Foe” completely changed the way I thought about the emergence of Western Civilization, the Englightenment and the Robinson Crusoe myth. – Athol Fugard (I know, he is a playwright.. but he is a darn good one!)– Anne Lamott. I love that woman! She made me see that God is big, and bigger still.– Marcel Proust (Does that make me a literary snob? Oh well.) Can only take his stuff in small doses, but his language is beautiful.– Haven’t finished this book, but I’m loving it so far: “Austerlitz” by W.G. Sebald.– “House of Sleep” by Jonathan Coe. Because it’s romantic and we need some romance for crying out loud… (“Your grace, your gravity, have turned a tide in me”)Can’t think of any more right now and this list will probably change by tomorrow, but there you go!I was so excited that you replied to my message 😀 My computer is very temperamental, and occasionally dies completely, so I can’t get on line very often, but I have an e-mail account I check sometimes if you ever want to swap writing or something like that: lk_sjo@hotmail.comWould love to hear more about your story and journey of faith! The World Wide Web is a strange place for sure. You never know who you are gonna bump into…

EJTurnbull Posted July 10, 2008 at12:22 pm   Reply

Fish away, sister. My favorites:Gabriel Garcia Marquez – hands down. His writing is absolutely brilliant. And did you know he reads a page a day in the dictionary just because he loves words so much?Pablo Neruda – he doesn’t really write books, but poetry counts, right? I could read him all day long.(Pablo and Gabriel are the other men in my marriage, but Roberto accepts them willingly.)Jane Austen – see, despite the accusations of my closest friends, I do read in English (on occasion).There are more. But I have to go do some writing of my own, so I’ll leave you (letters, not books…)All this talk of authors has tightened my chest and reminded me just how much I miss reading fiction. I need to start again. Yes, I think I must.

EJTurnbull Posted July 10, 2008 at12:24 pm   Reply

Jon,Victor Hugo’s Les Mis should have made my list, too. Excellent taste you have there.TwoRivers,Also superb taste with Jane Austen. I think we’d like each other very much.

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