Book Review: 1000 Books to Read Before You Die

1000 Books to Read Before You Die by James Mustich, Published by Workman Publishing, New York, 2018.

If you’re looking for the perfect gift for the reader in the family or among friends, here’s a suggestion: 1000 Books To Read Before You Die by James Mustich. And while you are at it, treat yourself to a copy of this wonderful  book.

James Mustich is the co-founder and publisher of the former book catalog, A Common Reader. It is obvious from his introduction that he loves books, and the joy they bring to their readers.

The first thing you notice about this treasure trove of an advisory is the loveliness of the physical book. Workman Publishing has given the purchaser not only a wonderful read but a delight to the eyes. The cover and the open leaves and the photographs and art with many of the one-thousand essays make this volume a thing to be cherished for years to come. Workman reminds us what publishing can be.

Then there are the essays. Mustich has written one for each of his one-thousand selections. Each essay is short and sweet, not lasting over a page or two and sometimes less. They often supplies not just a summary but some of the context of the book’s creation as well as interesting tidbits. In addition to these major essays, there are even more suggestions with a final total of over than six-thousand titles by thirty-five hundred authors. Mustich does not limit his selections to one classifcation. His choices are a sampling from across the full sweep of human knowledge and endeavor.

Unlike other Reader Advisories, the selections are not laid out by category or timeline. Rather they are alphabetically placed by the name of the author from Edward Abbey to Carl Zuckmayer. In the case where the author is unknown, the selection is placed by title. Occasionally an author will be found out of order. There will be a note letting the reader know where they can find the entry.

Though Mustitch includes many of the usual suspects, such as Shakespeare, Austin and Dickens, he does not limit his selections to just the classics or to fiction or to non-fiction.And the fiction ranges across a variety of genres such as literary fiction, mystery and suspense, humor, espionage, science fiction, fantasy, horror, romance, And the writers come from a slew of places, including Japan, Russia, Africa, China, Europe as well as the United States, Ireland and Great Britain.

There are children’s books and books for young adult readers as well as selections of travel, science, biography, poetry, short stories, novels, history, drama, sports, letters and diaries among others. He has even included an essay on The 9/11 Commission Report. And also included are a few graphic novels.

To see the ecumenical nature of the selections, here are a list of the first ten entries:
Desert Solitaire by Edward Abbey (Nature, Memoir).
Flatland by Edwin A. Abbott (Novel, Mathematics).
Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe (Novel).
My Dog Tulip by J. R. Ackerley (Animals, Memoir).
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams (Science Fiction).
The Education of Henry Adams by Henry Adams  (Autobiography, History).
Watership Down by Richard Adams (Novel).
Half of a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (Novel).
The Oresteia by Aeschylus (Drama).
Let Us Now Praise Famous Men by James Agee and Walker Evans (Essays, Photography, Sociology).

Popular bestsellers have their essays too: The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown, Life of Pi by Yann Martel, Gillian Flynn’s Gone GirlThe Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, A Game of Thrones by George R. R. Martin, Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell and J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. Even James Bond gets a write-up. And if a title you love isn’t included in a main entry, it still may be found among th e 5000 other titles.

Many of the titles for essays are humorous, often tongue-in-cheek. The title for the lives and times of archy and mehitabel is “The Greatest Cockroach Poet of All Time;” “Still Crazy After All These Years” for Wuthering Heights; for The Phantom Tollbooth, “Boredom Banished;” and The Count of Monte Cristo, “The Fastest 1200 Pages You Will Ever Read.” But there are some serious titles as well. For Oranges,”The fruit of One Writer’s Inspired Curiosity”; for The Boys of Summer, “A Grand Slam of a Baseball Book”, for Lord of the Rings, “A World of Narrative Wizardry,” and Alice Munro’s Selected Stories, 1968 – 1994 is given “A Nobel Laureate’s Astonishing Gallery of Life”.

From time to time there will be a quote from a work or about the work colored and in a large font. At the end of each essay is a footnote section, listing what genre, when the work appeared, awards, editions (if any), also by, further reading (a work that brings insight to the work), try (similar works) and any adaptations to literary or other media such as movies, theater or radio. In addition, there are Booknote and More-to-Explore boxes that call attention to further titles in a genre or a category the Mustich wants to mention to the reader.

At the end of the book are three indexes. “A Miscellany of Special Lists” “curated by subject or style or with a particular audience in mind.” Here are four of the lists: “Reading in a Sitting,” “12 Books to Read Before You’re 12,” “LOL,” and “”From the 21st Century.”

All in all, this is a generous helping of delights. Here’s a couple of suggestions. Read one of the essays a day. If there is another selection under “Try,” make that the next day’s essay. Or find a book listed you’ve always wanted to read or a title you aren’t familiar with. Read the essay and see if the work appeals to you. If so, maybe it’s time to read it. Perhaps, in a century or two from now, you will have covered all six-thousand  books.

To close, I want to quote from the Japanese artist Katsushika Hokusai found in the selection of One Hundred Views of Mount Fuji: “From the age of six I had a mania for drawing the shape of things. When I was fifty I had published a universe of designs. But all I have done before the age of seventy is not worth bothering with….When I am eighty you will see real progress….At a hundred I shall be a marvelous artist.”

And Good Reading one and all.

I have in no way received a remuneration for this review.

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Uncle Bardie’s Spotlight Creator: The Appalachia Santa Claus Special

Once a week on Friday, Uncle Bardie celebrates the creativity in others by shining a Spotlight on a movie, a song or a creator. This week’s Spotlight is the Appalachia Santa Claus Special and the folks who support it:

In these rough and tumble times, it’s always great to hear a bit of good news about our fellow Americans. So today’s Spotlight is given to you in the Christmas spirit. To shine a little light on something that reflects the holiday spirit. Here’s hoping your Hanukkah and your Christmas are wonderful. And that your New Year is the best. Blessings, my friends.

Near 500 words: The Eye of the Needle

 

For a thriller to be successful, it must have three things: great writing, great characters and high stakes. Ken Follett’s The Eye of the Needle delivers on all three.

In his Ten Rules for Writing, Elmore Leonard’s number one no-no is “Never open a book with weather.” Yet that is exactly what Ken Follett does with his spy thriller.

In paragraphs that Hemingway would have been proud of, Follett opens with some really cold weather.

“It was the coldest winter for forty-five years. Villages in the English countryside were cut off by the snow and the Thames froze over. One day in January the Glasgow-London train arrived at Euston twenty-four hours late. The snow and the blackout combined to make motoring perilous; road accidents doubled, and people told jokes about how it was more risky to drive an Austin Seven along Piccadilly at night than to take a tank across the Siegfried Line.

“Then, when spring came, it was glorious. Barrage balloons floated majestically in bright blue skies, and soldiers on leave flirted with girls in sleeveless dresses on the streets of London.

“The city did not much look like the capital of a nation at war. There were signs, of course; and Henry Faber, cycling from Waterloo Station toward Highgate, noted them…”

With those paragraphs that remind the reader of the opening paragraphs in A Farewell to Arms, Follett introduces the reader to Henry Faber. Henry is a German spy, living in England at the start of World War II. He is known by the alias “Die Nadel”, The Needle. From his vantage point, he counts troop movements and other items and transmits them back to Berlin. And Die Nadel is good at his job. Very good.

Professor Percival Godliman is a medievalist. And it is going to take more than a war to get the good professor away from his Middle Ages. Though his uncle is trying to pull him away from his solitary studies and recruit him to help catch spies. Then Percival finds himself in an air raid shelter, huddling with others. He realizes he misses the comradery of being involved in a great cause. So he joins up to become the spy catcher to take Die Nadel down.

Lucy and David Rose are newly weds, heading off for their one-night honeymoon. David is a pilot for the RAF. Then their car crashes into a truck. Rose is fine but David can never walk again. So they retreat to Storm Island off the coast of Scotland. There they can hide away from the world and the war with Jo, their son.

Four years pass with Die Nadle on the run, collecting information for Hitler. Finally he comes upon some information that could change the direction of the war. With Godliman and his people on his tail, Faber and his information must reach a submarine that will take him back to Germany. He steals a boat and runs into a storm and ends up on Storm Island.

Dropping half dead at her doorstep on Storm Island, he finds Rose irresistible. So he lets down his guard. Big mistake. Very big mistake. It will be this housewife who faces down the greatest German spy of the war. The fate of civilization depends on it. And at the end of the novel, we discover an afterward that is quite logical, yet surprising. And not included in the movie.

Though I had seen the movie several times and enjoyed it immensely, the novel went deeper and gave me a fuller picture of how essential it was to catch Faber. I give the novel, and Ken Follett, a big thumbs up.

Red

I knew a girl once. She had blonde hair and hazel eyes much like mine. She dressed in green most of the time while I dressed in brown. She wanted to go travelling. Said it was in her blood. Her name was Red. Don’t how she got that name but that was her name.

The morning she left to go on the road, she gave me one of her sweet kisses. Asked if I would remember her.

Of course, I will, I returned. It would not be fair if I didn’t. She had given me so much.

She gave me courage. She taught me love. She helped me listen. To her and the universe. At night, we sat under the sky and counted the stars. Sometimes we counted an odd number, sometimes an even. Every night was different. She taught me how to read the sky like a book.

Then she threw her backpack on and took her first steps toward the morrow. Down the way a bit, she looked back at me. “Wish me luck,” she said.

“Luck,” I called out to her. Then I whispered, “Luck.”

Soon she was gone off on her adventures and I was alone again.

That was years ago. A distant memory of a girl named Red.

Uncle Bardie’s Spotlight Movie: A saint in a roughneck’s clothing

Once a week on Friday, Uncle Bardie celebrates the creativity in others by shining a Spotlight on a movie, a song or a creator. This week’s Spotlight Movie is “Joe” (2013):

Sometimes saints don’t have halos. Sometimes saints drink whiskey and are violent men like Joe (Nicholas Cage).

I am not saying that Joe is the kind of guy I would hang with. Most likely not. But I can say this. Joe is the kind of man I’d want with me if I landed in a dark alley on a Saturday night and a bunch of men were trying to rob me.

Joe has one heck of a temper. It’s that anger that landed him in prison for twenty-seven months. Now that he’s out he has one purpose in life. That purpose is to restrain that tiger of a rage. Once it’s let out of its cage there may be no stopping it. That anger only comes out when somebody starts messing with him or doing his friends wrong.

Joe manages a crew. Their job is to poison brush trees. Then others can come and clear the land and plant pine trees. One day a fifteen year old drifter name of Gary (Tye Sheridan) asks for a job.

“I pay an honest day’s pay for an honest day’s work,” Joe says.

The boy is agreeable. The boy fits right in with Joe’s crew. But soon Joe finds out he has a new purpose in life. To rescue that boy from the cold-blooded mistreatment of the boy’s pappy (Gary Poulter).

I first met Joe in Larry Brown’s novel, Joe. The opening chapter really had me going and I didn’t want to stop. And what a read it was. At the time I said, “This is Hemingway in Steinbeck territory.”

With “Joe”, director David Gordon Green has given us a film about a people that don’t have movies made about them much. The hard working blue collar folk who live close to  the edge.