Friday, December 18, 2015

A Year In Literature

So here's a nice and safe little blog which is guaranteed not to upset some of the anonymous little shits who unliked me simply because of my last two blogs (which I figured weren't really that controversial, but apparently I was wrong). 

With twenty-fifteen coming to its conclusion I thought I'd jot down the titles of all that I've read this year with a mini-review. I really went for quantity over quality this, as most of the books I read, while good, weren't too impressive. Still, there were a few gems and so without further ado, I present to you:


The Sex Lives of Siamese Twins, Irvine Welsh: Almost amazing. The ending was weak but leading up to it was a hilarious and vulgar romp.

Junkie, William S. Burroughs: Love me some junkie literature. 

The Scarlet Gospels, Clive Barker: While not amazingly written it remains in the top three novels I read this year. Pinhead v Harry D'Amour. What more do you need? Besides Abarat IV...

Luther: The Calling, Neil Cross: Were I not such a huge fan of BBC's Luther I probably wouldn't have read this, but I'm glad I did and will probably start to follow Cross in the future.

Black Chalk, Christopher J. Yates: My favorite second this year and hands down one of the few books I wish I had written. It was a delightful mystery that unfolded so perfectly it was impossible to set down.

Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki, Haruki Murakami: Meh.

Mr. Mercedes, Stephen King: 400 page incest joke.

Let's Explore Diabetes With Owls, David Sedaris: Sedaris is my spirit animal, but this is not his best. 

Chew: Chicken Tenders/ Blood Puddin': Chew is hands down one of the greatest comics to have ever been written and I love this series so hard.

The Killing Lessons, Saul Black (Glen Duncan): Glen Duncan is one of my favorite authors, and I think it's cool that he attempted a thriller, but I do miss the true to form, non-commercial Glen Duncan.

The Fountain, Darren Aronofsky: My brother picked up the graphic novel of the Aronofsky's most underrated film and I found this to be just as incredible as the movie.

Fabels: Legends in Exile/ Animal Farm: I started reading the Fabel series after getting a massive gaming hardon for The Wolf Among Us. The comics are fun but TellTale has 'em beat. I preferred the interactive setting of the game to the comics.

Dark Places, Gillian Flynn: Difficult in the middle with an awful twist, but I still enjoyed it. No Sharp Objects though.

The Grownup, Gillian Flynn: Awful twist ending to an otherwise perfect short story. I kind of wish Flynn didn't run with twists and kept the plot straightforward. She has no problem locking a reader in so twists kind of stump the flow of it.

The Sunset Limited, Cormac McCarthy: Perfection. Just as amazing as the first time I read it.

Queer, William S. Burroughs: It's no Junkie, which is maybe why I wasn't feeling it. Very bland.

Never Come Morning, Nelson Algren: This wins my favorite for the year and wraps up the year in literature for me. I so badly wished I could write this novel, but there's no imitating Algren's voice or style, as much as I wanted to. It's a love story and so heartbreaking that I tossed the book after finishing it, I was crushed so badly. I have some of Algren's other work on my shelves and I am beyond excited to read them. Hemingway was right. Don't read him if you can't take a punch.

East of West: Vol. 1: My brother randomly gave this to me and I'm officially hooked. This series will replace what I have lost with Chew when it ends next year. 


These are the books I started or had been trying to finish and just said fuck it to because there was no hope or point in even trying.

Purity, Jonathan Franzen: I so badly want to like Franzen  because he's a great writer. But he writes such awful fucking books that I just can't. Once the lead male went down on the lead female and used that as a blackmailing secret to match the one he gave her, which was him committing a murder, I put it on my shelf with Freedom and The Corrections and decided Franzen can get fucked.

The Heart Goes Last, Margaret Atwood: The ending that I was so afraid of and yet wanted so badly turned out to be a fake out plot point in the middle of the book and I walked away. I was so mad. The Handmaid's Tale this is not.

1Q84, Haruki Murakami: Murakami wrote two of my all time favorite novels (The Wind-up Bird Chronicles and Hardboiled Wonderland and The End of the Word) but for some reason everything else I've tried of his is just one massive let down. 1Q84 is a fine example of a long novel that should have been 500 pages shorter. I would probably have loved this book if it didn't drag to the point where I didn't give a shit and was not going to go through 300 more pages of characters sitting around.

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