Sunday, 3 January 2016

My favourite 10 books I read in 2015

Chilly Scenes of Winter by Ann Beattie 
'"I sure am waiting for that Dylan album," Sam says.  "I really want to know what Bob Dylan's got to say in 1975."'

Fadeout by Joseph Hansen 
'She was facing him, standing.  Her mouth sagged open.  She looked the way people her age, his age, wish they didn't when they see themselves in the bathroom mirror first thing in the morning.'

The Book of Skulls by Robert Silverberg 
'Look, I could say, it's necessary to make an act of faith, of mystic acceptance, to tell yourself that life isn't entirely made up of discotheques and subways and boutiques and classrooms.  You must believe that inexplicable forces exist.'  

Ongoingness by Sarah Manguso 
'Time punishes us by taking everything, but it also saves us - by taking everything.'

The End of Vandalism by Tom Drury 
'"I don't consider myself a loser, and yet, I have lost things."'

So Nude, So Dead by Ed McBain 
'There's a monkey on my back, a fifteen-pound monkey and his name is horse.'

Big Sur by Jack Kerouac 
'Marvelous opening moment in fact of the first afternoon I'm left alone in the cabin and I make my first meal, wash my first dishes, nap, and wake up to hear the rapturous ring of silence or Heaven even within and throughout the gurgle of the creek -- When you say AM ALONE and the cabin is suddenly home only because you made one meal and washed your firstmeal dishes -- Then nighfall, the religious vestal lighting of the beautiful kerosene lamp after careful washing of the
mantle in the creek and carefuldrying with toilet paper, which spoils it by specking it so you again wash it in the creek this time just let themantle drip dry in the sun.'

Women by Chloe Caldwell 
'What I know for certian about this time: My pupils were expanding. I never did figure out if this was a symptom of falling in love or a side effect of the Chinese herbs my transgender friend Nathan was hooking me up with.'

The Wary Transgressor by James Hadley Chase 
'I had her in me like a sickness, and there was nothing i could do about it. I knew i was crazy to go through with this. I could get outside myself and see how i was being ravaged by this girl. I could see myself twisting and squirming like an insect pierced by a pin, but i was too far gone to help myself.'

Solaris by Stanislaw Lem 
'We have no need of other worlds. We need mirrors.  We don't know what to do with other worlds.
A single world, our own, suffices us; but we can't accept it for what it is.'

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