The List is organized chronologically, starting with the twenty-first-century titles, but I felt it would get dull to read my way backwards into history—why not mix it up a little and read a book from each of the centuries in turn, and then start over again with the present day? As I mentioned in my previous blog, I decided to forgo the ancients in favour of reading from the seventeenth century forward. I also resolved that on my first run through The List that I would only read titles we had in stock at the Bookshelf, so I wouldn’t have to wait a single day between finishing one book and starting another, time being of the essence.
The first book I read was Ian McEwan’s Saturday, and I wasn’t the least bit disappointed with it. It was the first McEwan novel I’d read and I was immediately impressed with his eloquent style and the story’s tensely-paced ending. Loving Saturday was a great way to start my reading project and it made me optimistic for what other literary treats lay in store. I will say, however, that despite my initial enthusiasm for McEwan, he has failed to impress me with some of his other titles from The List—Amsterdam and Enduring Love didn‘t capture my interest like I‘d hoped. Perhaps when I get around to reading Atonement, McEwan will at last redeem himself (nyuk nyuk nyuk).
After Saturday, I picked up Paul Auster’s Timbuktu with no small amount of excitement. I’d read Auster’s New York Trilogy years earlier and had loved it! Regrettably, Auster’s attempt to write from the perspective of a dog was simply underwhelming.