Dad visited my Bangalore apartment a while ago and he complimented me on the books I’d been reading. This made me feel rather warm. It’s common for friends to gloss over the contents of your shelf, but it’s special when your dad, who taught you what Yeah means and laughed when you told him you’d been skipping over that word in dialogues, finds himself genuinely interested in a couple of your favourites and delivers a smile of approval.
Grouping my now-made-memorable-shelf by author:
Revolutionary Road, Richard Yates
Liars in Love, Richard Yates
Eleven Kinds of Loneliness, Richard Yates
Beloved, Toni Morrison
Jazz, Toni Morrison
Infinite Jest, David Foster Wallace
The Pale King, David Foster Wallace
Consider the Lobster, David Foster Wallace
Brief Interviews with Hideous Men, David Foster Wallace
A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again, David Foster Wallace
Play It As It Lays, Joan Didion
Slouching Towards Bethlehem, Joan Didion
Outline, Rachel Cusk
To The River, Olivia Laing
The Lonely City, Olivia Laing
The Thrilling Adventures of Lovelace and Babbage, Sydney Padua
The Sea, The Sea, Iris Murdoch
The Summer Book, Tove Jansson
Eve’s Hollywood, Eve Babitz
Slow Days, Fast Company, Eve Babitz
The Stupid Hour, Rachel Kroll
In Love, Alfred Hayes
The Death and Life of Great American Cities, Jane Jacobs
Who Gets What and Why, Alvin Roth
Dataclysm, Christian Rudder
The Design of Everyday Things, Don Norman
Masters of Doom, David Kushner
Rules of Civility, Amor Towles
A Writer’s Diary, Virginia Woolf
Total Competition, Ross Brawn and Adam Parr
The Years, Annie Ernaux
Compass, Mathias Enard
The Soul of a New Machine, Tracy Kidder
The Innovator’s Dilemma, Clay Christensen
How Will You Measure Your Life, Clay Christensen, James Allworth, and Karen Dillon
Wish Her Safe at Home, Stephen Banatar
Nocilla Lab, AgustÃn Fernández Mallo
How To Build a Car, Adrian Newey
Hacker’s Delight, Henry S. Warren, Jr.
I think this could be a lot more interesting. I seem to enjoy books in which I can find (or shoehorn my imagination of) an instruction manual for living my life, because I think I do get it wrong sometimes. I realise that most people turn to the self-help/non-fiction section for that, but I just find those titles horribly boring; the ones I’ve been unfortunate enough to read (not included above) have been reductive, insecure, and consistently dishonest. I hope I find the exception to my experiences’ rule soon.