I’ve been having second thoughts about my 101/1001 list, partly because I see the days ticking away and the books not even appearing on my bedside pile. So I’ve been thinking revision for a while, and slowly doing some work in that direction. Along the way, I’ve been reviewing other lists, and I thought it would be, um, humbling to tell the world how well-read I am.
I confess, I was interested in seeing the Golden Compass movie. I’ve read the series, called His Dark Materials, and I’ve posted about its antiChristian content. I wanted to see (and still wouldn’t mind seeing on video or PPV) how the story translates to screen.
When I read fantasy, I have exacting standards. For my money, my ideal reaction to Book One is “Hmm” or “I wonder…”; all through the last book, I hope to shout, “Of course!”, turning pages as fast as I possibly can. What a writer should not want, under any circumstances, is for me to say too often “Saw that one coming.” And if I am muttering, “Figures,” at any time during Book One, I will probably not continue reading the series. At the end of 100 Cupboards, I said “Hmm.”
A friend and I have talked frequently about the “Southern canon.” What constitutes the best Southern literature? (It’s Faulkner, right?) What are the quintessential books produced in the American South? These questions have driven me to Google more than once. Interestingly, I’ve just now turned up a stab at codifying such a canon.