Stefanie over at So Many Books muses over which books she would take with her if destined to be abandoned on a desert island. An interesting challenge, so here goes!

  1. In Search of Lost Time, by Marcel Proust (Read it all once in a feverish haze, and have vowed to read it again, but slowly. It was like racing through a 19th century grand dinner of 18 courses in under twenty minutes – you need to go slowly and savor!)
  2. Complete Works of Shakespeare

    (Just sat and thought for a few minutes – list is already getting tough!)

  3. Ulysses, by James Joyce (I was tempted to take Finnegans Wake, ’cause being on a desert island would afford me years of staring at it and trying to decipher it, but that way lies madness)
  4. Cloud Atlas, by David Mitchell (I just read this, and now both worship and loath David Mitchell (One because he’s so good, and two because he’s so good). I don’t know if it’d stand the test of time, but for now, he’s in!)
  5. Clarissa, by Samuel Richardson (Having it along would give me a great target to channel my frustration and anger onto. Argh! Plus it has all the same uses as a cinder block)
  6. Collected Works of Emerson (Casey’s suggestion is an excellent one, and reading Emerson would help one remain not only a civilized man, but a wise one)
  7. The Book of the New Sun, by Gene Wolfe (Dense, brilliant, endlessly rewarding, fascinating and masterfully written. A must!)
  8. A Sentimental Education, by Gustave Flaubert (I’m not… quite sure why this novel has affected me so, and stuck with me over the years. Everybody I’ve ever recommended it to has always thought it dry and dull. But I love it, far more than I do, say, Madame Bovary, and thus it gets a nice fat ziploc bag of its own)
  9. IT, by Stephen King (A good change of pace from all the other works, and fun, scary, rewarding and great in its own way)
  10. The Viriconium Cycle, by M. John Harrison (How to encapsulate Harrison’s genius as it evolves throughout the Cycle? Impossible! Well, at least by one as lazy as me. So I won’t. Suffice to say, he’s in!)