2014 has been the longest,hardest and most important year of my life.
Best Books of 2014.
I don’t know where to begin.In terms of books I read,2014 has been superb.Lord of the Flies stunned and left me with goosebumps.The moral of the story is something that regularly comes to my mind.It is hard not to think about it in regards to present events,such as the rise of ISIS or the carnage in schools.And then,Of Human Bondage.It provided me with insights I will never find elsewhere and taught me what a young man is to expect from life.
After Of Human Bondage,I delved into an even bigger book.A masterpiece.Anna Karenina.Reading this book in Folio edition is one of the greatest experiences of my life.Maya Angelou said we never forget how one makes us feel.Well,as years will go by and as I will read even more novels,I will certainly forget some names and scenes in that book,but I surely will forever remember how I felt whilst reading it.It was a masterpiece.Every word,every page was a delight to read.I had a massive hangover when I came to the end of its 754 pages.It was grand.It was sublime.
Luckily for me,I embarked onto a reading streak of 3 marvelous books.The fate awaiting Tommy,Ruth and Kathy broke my heart;Jay Gatsby infected me with his obstinacy with the green light; a glimpse at the dystopian society of the World State was enough to grasp that our world is sloping downwards.
The revelation of 2014 for me was Jorge Luis Borges’ Labyrinths.I thought he was an archaic writer whose writing I had to explore if I were to grow up spiritually.But Borges is beyond that.His literature is different,for he thought of things never imagined before.His short stories were detailed,complex and twisted in a way that will leave you mindblown.He was one of the world’s greatest minds.How I’d like to meet him one day – heaven,maybe?
The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat,a non-fiction book,gave me a different outlook on mentally ill persons.It is one of those books that make us more empathetic than ever.Some stories were intriguing and insightful,while others plainly sad and devastatingly heartbreaking.I made the right choice to buy it at a Folio sale.My intuition proved right.
I ended the year with Alice Munro’s Too Much Happiness.She is honest,delicate and detailed in her narrative,lending her stories an air of verisimilitude that leaves our hearts in tatters at the end of each.Munro lived up to her reputation and I sure will look forward to reading more of her in 2015.
I wonder if there is a name for people who can’t refrain from buying books.I’d like to know my clinical name,just as people addicted to their phones are called ‘nomophobics’.
After ordering about 8 Folio books in late December,I curbed my spending on new Folio books,buying 4 from special offers and 3 from the Summer Sale.Since then I haven’t bought anything from the Folio site,excluding the Fahrenheit 451 which I was the prize of my giveaway.
I also regularly bought three paperbacks with my one-thousand-rupee notes.It was in so doing that I got my first ever Batman comic! 🙂
When I went to the UK,I just couldn’t cast a blind eye over the shipping price.I could get fine Folios for less than £20!! So I bought 5 books even before I reached UK and got them back to Mauritius with my father who was accompanying me.Over the 3 months I spent there,despite trying as hard as I could to avoid doing so,I bought 6-7 books,including a Franklin edition of Don Quixote.I got Labyrinths and Waiting for Godot in Folio,something I could only dream of some months ago.I also bought 5 books from Gabriel Garcia Marquez at relatively cheap prices on Amazon.But the best bargain I made was when buying a brand new,still sealed,Things Fall Apart for only £15!