W. Somerset Maugham’s novel, Of Human Bondage, was published in 1915. On the surface, it’s a rather drab story about an impressionable young man’s coming of age during the waning years of the Victorian era. The main character, Philip Carey, is born with a club foot and is orphaned at nine, then is sent to live with his stodgy aunt and uncle. Philip goes to boarding school and ignores his uncle’s pleas to attend Oxford, opting instead to travel to Germany, and later to Paris where he aspires to be a painter. After Paris, Philip returns to England to study to become a doctor. The action limps along without fireworks; most of the drama happens in Philip’s mind as he follows his passions and instincts rather than a careful life plan. Maugham writes: “he [Philip] seemed to see that the inward life might be as manifold, as varied, as rich with experience, as the life of one who conquered realms and explored unknown lands.” After Philip returns to England, he becomes infatuated with Mildred, a waitress at a tea shop. Mildred treats Philip horribly, and yet he can’t stop pursuing her. Mildred flits in and out of Philip’s life at different times, but her indifference and cruelty remain constant. (This is the most accurate account of unrequited love I’ve ever encountered in fiction.) One of my favourite sections in the novel is when Philip is introduced to the work of the Greek painter, El Greco (1541 - 1614). Philip has sympathy with El Greco who expresses the yearnings of his soul, and sees in the painter a new way of interpreting the world. The eyes of his subjects “look only in their hearts, and they are dazzled by the glory of the unseen.” Philip’s musings about El Greco continue for five pages, but this narrative detour is sheer delight. With simple language, subtle dialogue and slow, deliberate pacing, Of Human Bondage is a powerful story that captures the complex inner life of a man searching for truth, beauty and adventure, with his ragged hopes, fears, longings, demons and shortcomings, laid bare.
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Monday, January 13, 2014
My Top 25 Books Of All Time
The end of each calendar year
always brings with it a number of "best of" lists that are published
and circulated in the media and on the Internet. From "top news stories"
and "most famous celebrities" to "top travel destinations"
and "healthiest foods," there is no end to the desire to categorize all
of the important social, political, cultural and scientific and sporting events
from the past year.
Best Of lists are not without
merit: they can serve as welcome brain candy, a respite from the pressures of the
daily grind. While perusing several Best Of lists over the holidays, I got to thinking
about creating a list of my own: my
favourite books of all time. As a lifelong reader, how hard could it be to come
up with at least 10 from nearly half a century of reading?
It was more difficult than I
imagined. At first, I had planned to confine the list to 10, but selecting so
few out of a backlog of hundreds seemed like an impossible task. So, I bumped
the list to 25, although it could have been twice that number. The selection
process itself was a sweetly nostalgic exercise that often recalled where, when
and how I encountered a specific book. In preparing and parsing my list, I was reminded of
a quote by the British author, Graham Greene: "The influence of early books is profound. So
much of the future lies on the shelves: early reading has more influence on
conduct than any religious teaching." (A
Sort of Life, 1971).
Some of the books were chosen
because they offered fictional worlds and characters that elicited a particularly
strong emotion; some for the authors' skill and mastery with language; and a
few were chosen for the incredible story
or message that they contained, which resonated with me for long afterward.
I'm certain that some of
these books might not qualify on professional critics' lists of best books ever
written, but for me, each managed to say something meaningful at a time when I
was ready to hear those messages, and so they got included.
So here they are, in no
particular order.
2.
The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, by Tom Wolfe
3.
A Room of One's Own, by Virginia Woolf
4.
The Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger
5.
A Confederacy of Dunces, by John Kennedy Toole
6.
The Outsiders, by S.E. Hinton
7.
Les Misérables, by Victor Hugo
8.
A Clockwork Orange, by Anthony Burgess
9. Invitation To A Beheading, by Vladimir
Nabokov
10. The Trial, by Franz Kafka
11. Night, Elie
Wiesel
12. An Answer from Limbo, by Brian Moore
13. Zen and Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Robert M. Pirsig
14. Ladder of Years, Anne Tyler
15. Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, By Mark Twain
16. The Old
Curiosity Shop, by
Charles Dickens
17. The Second World War, by Winston S. Churchill
18. The Naked and the Dead, by Normal Mailer
19. Rebecca, by Daphne du Maurier
20. The Complete Short Stories of Ernest Hemingway, by Ernest Hemingway
21. In A Sunburned Country, by Bill Bryson
22. Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoevsky
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