A Summer of Literature: My Top 25 Literary Picks for the Summer

My definitive guide on what to read this summer (and into autumn, if we’re going to be realistic)!

I’ve picked out a wide array of books from my many and varied lists on Goodreads. These selections include an eclectic mix of major prize-winners, historical fiction, translated texts, classics, recent works, autobiography, a collection of essays, and more! And wow, it was hard to limit this list to 25 books, but at the end of the day, these are the ones that I want to read the most (and hopefully you will too!).

As I work my way through these stories and collections I’ll post reviews and ratings. In true academic fashion, I’ll be reading through a set of ‘lenses’ that interest me, such as feminist theory, post-structuralism, post-colonialism, leadership theory, as well as more ‘normal’ criteria – is it a good story? A decent read? Why or why not? What, if anything, did I learn about life and my place in it from the narrative? Would I recommend it and if so, why?

So, without further ado, here’s the list! There is no particular rhyme or reason to the order in which the books are presented, it’s a pick-and-mix of great stuff. It’s also worth noting that almost all the novels can be broadly classified as good quality ‘literary fiction’ (check out the ‘literary status’ notes), no chick-lit or action thrillers here people! Click on the title to read a story summary from Goodreads.

Title	Author	Year	Genre	Literary Status (and reason for reading)
One Hundred Years of Solitude	Gabriel García Márquez	1967	Magical realism	Classic piece of translated literature by a Nobel Prize winning author. I keep hearing references to this book so I guess it’s time to find out why!
My Name is Lucy Barton	Elizabeth Strout	2016	Contemporary fiction	A set of intertwined short stories much like Olive Kitteridge (which I really liked), plus it was longlisted for the Man Booker Prize this year
And the Mountains Echoed	Khaled Hosseini	2012	Contemporary fiction	A story about an Afghani family by a best-selling and top-rated Goodreads author. Sitting in a stack of books on my dining room table
State of Wonder	Ann Patchett	2011	Contemporary fiction/Magical realism	Shortlisted for multiple prominent book awards, I’m excited to read my first Ann Patchett novel! (her non-fiction is great by the way)
His Bloody Project	Graeme Macrae Burnet	2015	Historical fiction	Very well-reviewed by bloggers I follow and shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize this year. I ended up buying it because I liked the title & thought it would appeal to Mitchel!
Interpreter of Maladies	Jhumpa Lahiri	1999	Short story collection	Pulitzer prize-winning collection of interwoven short stories.
A Fine Balance	Rohinton Mistry	1995	Contemporary fiction	Cultural classic on India, nominated for multiple prestigious prizes – I gave a copy to my Dad for his birthday because I wanted to read it. hehe
The Green Road	Anne Enright	2015	Contemporary fiction	Set in Ireland, this family drama picked up multiple award nominations immediately on its publication. It also comes highly recommended from a trusted source.
The Wave in the Mind: Talks & Essays on the Writer, the Reader & the Imagination	Ursula K. Le Guin	2004	Essay collection	A favourite author, Locus Award for Best Non-fiction – ‘nuff said!
I Am Malala: The Story of the Girl Who Stood Up for Education and Was Shot by the Taliban	Malala Yousafzai	2013	Autobiography (social justice)	This seems like a good follow-on from Half the Sky as it further explores the importance of fighting for women and girls’ education in oppressive and patriarchal cultures
Eva Luna	Isabel Allende	1987	Magical realism	A translated work by Chilean author Isabel Allende and winner of the American Book Award (1989). I read an interview with Allende and then went and purchased a whole pile of her books (#inspiration)
Americanah	Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie	2013	Contemporary fiction	The newest novel from an award-winning feminist author. This book is very widely loved and well-reviewed. Adichie wrote my favourite little gem – We Should All Be Feminists
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings	Maya Angelou	1969	Memoir	“Poetic and powerful” – this is a classic work that has been sitting on my bookshelf for far too long
People of the Book	Geraldine Brooks	2008	Contemporary/Historical fiction	I love Geraldine Brooks! And this novel has been recognised with multiple award nominations
Girl with a Pearl Earring	Tracy Chevalier	1999	Historical fiction	Not a big prize-winner, but an incredibly popular and widely-read novel. It’s almost a sin I haven’t read it yet!
Mrs. Dalloway	Virginia Woolf	1925	Classic 20th century novel	Quintessential Woolf. It’s almost embarrassing I haven’t read this ‘day in the life of’ novel yet.
White Teeth	Zadie Smith	1999	Contemporary fiction	An excellent debut novel from one of England’s best and brightest young authors. Nominated for many, many literary awards. I’ve been meaning to pick up a Zadie Smith novel for a long time and decided her first was the best place to start.
Frankenstein	Mary Shelley	1818	Classic gothic novel	Again, a classic must-read which has collected dust for far too long on my bookshelf
Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit	Jeanette Winterson	1985	Contemporary queer fiction	A seminal text on ‘coming-out’ and winner of a major prize for best first work of fiction. This is not something I would naturally be drawn to reading so it’s a bit of an ‘out of my comfort zone’ text
Wolf Hall	Hilary Mantel	2009	Historical Fiction	An epic novel about the Tudors which re-established historical fiction as a credible player in the literary field. Winner of the Man Booker Prize (2009)
Tess of the D'Urbervilles	Thomas Hardy	1891	Classic Victorian literature	All Hardy novels are amazing. Tragic. Beautiful. The End.
Midnight’s Children	Salman Rushdie	1981	Magical realism	Another cultural piece on India and the Man Booker Prize winner in 1981.
Wide Sargasso Sea	Jean Rhys	1966	Classic – modern fiction	Re-writing Jane Eyre from the perspective of the madwoman in the attic. Labelled one of the top 100 British novels of all time and a major award-winner.
The Awakening	Kate Chopin	1899	Classic –  feminist fiction	Again, a classic piece of literature that is sitting on my bookshelf and deserves to be read. It’s also short, so that’s a plus!
Watership Down	Richard Adams	1972	Classic – fantasy	Rabbits! Even though I was deeply upset when I was 6 by the movie version of the book, my siblings highly recommended the novel…we’ll see

What’s so special about this list?

Easy answer – nothing in particular. It’s not thematic, or focused, or bound by strict criteria (except for the ‘good’ literature tag). However, it is representative of my current interests. It includes 18 female authors, and 7 male authors (a fair balance methinks!), and several (about 9) translated works/stories set predominantly in non-Western countries. Three of these are by Indian authors and set in India – Midnight’s Children, A Fine Balance, and Interpreter of Maladies.

Why India? Well, firstly, my Mum was born in India and my Grandma and Grandad lived there for a number of years on tea plantations (see a short version of my Grandma’s story here) so I am quite familiar with the culture and locations (Kerala!). Secondly, due to my family history, I feel connected to India in some obscure, distant way. In my mind, this ‘relationship’ is complex due to the imperialistic nature of former British influence in India and my ‘whiteness’, if you will. I have no ‘claim’ to India, but I can’t help feeling an affinity. Still, I fell in love with Indian literature when I read The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy (one of my favourite novels of all time, and winner of the Man Booker Prize in 1997), and so I can’t wait to experience and appreciate more of this rich and dynamic culture.

Currently, I only own only 12 of these 25 books so I guess a little shopping is in I order!

Not sure about ‘The List’? Here’s what else I’ve been reading…

Top picks from my Spring reading:

When Breath Becomes Air (2016) by Paul Kalanithi

You’ve most likely seen this book advertised. Listen to the adverts – buy it, read it! It’s incredible and sad and spell-binding. It’s a cancer memoir, but it’s so much more than that, which is why I read the entire book within a 24-hour period. To describe it very briefly – this is a combination of Kalanithi’s love of classic literature (he did a Masters in English lit before going to medical school) with insights garnered from his time as a medical student and neurosurgeon. Drawing on both the scientific and the subjective, the result is a carefully constructed philosophical reflection on the meaning of life in its relation to death. 

Why We Write: 20 Acclaimed Authors on How and Why TheyDo What They Do (2013) edited by Meredith Maran 

This is a great inspirational gem; the type you pick up, flick through a chapter, and then sit and contemplate for a few minutes. I credit it with getting me back into writing and blogging after 'the drought'. I also found a whole lot more books I want to read as a result of getting inside each author’s head.

A few other books worth checking out:

Cat’s Eye (1988) by Margaret Atwood – 7.5/10 rating

The Bell Jar (1963) by Sylvia Plath – 9/10 rating

Beloved (1987) by Toni Morrison – 8/10 rating

Night (1958) by Elie Wiesel – 9/10 rating

So many books!! It's so exciting! I'll probably start with my 'Top 25' in about a week. I'm currently in the middle of Gilead by Marilynne Robinson so I want to finish that first. I also have another post lined up - a review of Half the Sky: Turning Oppression into Opportunity for Women Worldwide (2009) by Nicholas D. Kristof and Sheryl WuDunn. Mitchel and I went to a conference over the weekend on social justice, both as a concern in New Zealand (child poverty) and worldwide (human trafficking, education, refugees, etc...). I feel that I still have a lot to process regarding both the book and the conference, and the best way to do this is to write! 

Neither Here Nor There: Fragments of Scattered Thoughts

I am forcing myself to start writing again. I’ve thought an awful lot about writing and what I might write if I was going to write, but I’ve been caught up in what you might call the ‘post-postgraduate daze’ or the ‘I’ve-used-all-my-words-for-the-next-ten-years’ mentality (all 80,000 of them I might add).

While I have been tutoring, marking, guest lecturing, and preparing an academic article for publication (see, not that lazy!), I am uncertain about what to do next. If I could choose only one word to describe my present state of mind it would have to be: indecisive. And it strikes me that I've never really been in this career-defining position before. At least, not since I was 17 and making the decision to go to university in the first place. To use an appropriate illustration – I am like a stunned possum, frozen in the beam of a set of very bright headlights. The headlights are the future and, as the possum, I am not sure whether to just keep staring at this imminent and unknowable future hoping for the best, or, against all possum-like instincts, make a dash in some purposeful direction…the question is, which direction?!

The ‘question’ itself, I suppose, is: do I choose ‘work’ (popular perception: the 9-5-hour workday in a company with a decent salary) or do I choose ‘academia’ (popular perception: an ‘un-work’ like career in which I am disassociated from the ‘real world’ and observe goings-on from an ivory tower). For me personally, that ivory tower is appealing (I have grand delusions of hermit-hood). So if someone was willing to pay me to sit in an office with a nice window and a pot plant on the desk for the express purpose of researching and writing on interesting ideas and topics all day, with the occasional requirement to dabble (and dabble only) in teaching, then I would be more than happy. But doubtless my idealised vision of academic life and the part I might play in it is somewhat unrealistic (and potentially boring).

Still, the whole idea of an academic career - a chance delve to the very deepest depths and explore the vast uncharted horizons of a chosen field - is very appealing. Yet distant. Elusive. 

Frustratingly elusive and uncertain.

Yes, I am curious, driven, focused, determined, open minded, and so on and so on (as the Auckland University ‘so you want to be an academic’ speakers recommend). And I don’t doubt my ability to do a PhD or teach or research or write. But is it the right thing to do? Will it make me happy? Will I be usefully contributing to anything? What if I suck at interviewing people? What if no one is interested in the academic 'space' I choose to carve for myself? Am I too idealistic, too fragile, too nice to make a career of it? Will there even be any jobs available when I finish? What if no one will hire me? Ultimately, all these 'what-ifs' are merely speculation, and subsequently, pointless. Yet they are ‘real’ in a metaphorical sense. And so I can’t ignore that tightening, pulsating feeling of anxiety they produce; irrationalities that require more than fearlessness and blind ambition to resolve.

And where does that leave me? The present me, the Why Won’t She Just Make Up Her Mind me.

Planning. Meditating. Writing.

Experimenting.

Doing things differently, taking it easy, being present.

Or alternatively: panicking, worrying, questioning. There is little consistency within this unnerving state of indecisiveness. Nor does it engender eloquence or literary acumen. My writing frustrates me. I sit down and try to start something and fail to commit to its completion. I don’t even start sometimes. I’m limited to fragments; individual words and singular ideas.

I’m not explaining all this, whatever this is, to garner sympathy or encouragement, I know what I should be doing. Action is inevitable. But I want to shake off this listlessness. End the dry spell. Be proud of myself rather than annoyed at my apparent stagnation. And saying all this, getting it out of my system, is part of the process. Unloading the uncertainties and examining them one by one until I feel I can finally confront them with energy and even a smile. An ‘I laugh in the face of adversity’ attitude, a ‘fake it till you make it’ smile.

Ugh, so many platitudes. This is ugly writing. It’s sort of scratchy.

I apologise and yet I don’t.

It makes me feel better. Formulating these scattered annoyances into fragmented pieces of badly written self-analysis. There is a freedom and letting go that has to occur, and then a bravery to actually post something so unapologetically pretentious and haphazard. It is a step in accepting that I can’t have everything right and perfect all the time, that any decision could be the right decision, that not knowing is perhaps better than knowing.

One step forward at a time. And in anticipation, I promise musings on books, reading and actual decisions next time.