I have a shelf of unread NYRBs. When you throw a party and an English professor wearing a bowtie, leather jacket, and owlish glasses pauses to admire them, it is best not to admit absent-mindedly, “I haven’t read any of those.”
A friend whispered, “For God’s sake, pretend. He would!”
“Maybe I could say I’ve perused them?” I said thoughtfully.
Mind you, I have enjoyed many NYRB classics and quasi-classics over the years, among them John Williams’s Augustus, Rebecca West’s The Fountain Overflows, Shchedrin’s The Golovlyov Family, and a new translation of Balzac’s The Memoirs of Two Young Wives. They have also reissued some of my favorite books by Dorothy Baker, Ivy Compton-Burnett, Kingsley Amis, and Jessica Mitford, all of which deserve to be in print.
The unread NYRB shelf, however, is an entity unto itself. It houses several grim Soviet tomes, which stare at me accusingly. I have begun most of them and put them down shuddering. How is it possible for a lover of 19th-century Russian literature like myself (I have read War and Peace perhaps 11 times) to dislike Soviet lit? But I don’t find the same lyrical qualities of language in the Soviet novels. As my husband says, the wonder is that they were able to write at all under those conditions, and we should not expect them to have written well. The cranky Nabokov was also critical of Soviet literature.
Recently I have had blogging angst (too much bad news 24/7) so I have begun to dabble in book clubs. I loved the May selection for the Barnes and Noble Book Club, Emma Straub’s All Adults Here, which is light and bubbly but also literary fiction. I inadvertently read the Today Book Club selection for June, A Burning, because everybody is reading it this summer. I do feel I’m keeping up with modern literature.
But the NYRB Classics Book Club is different from the book clubs described above. It has a certain cachet. The selection of the month arrived a few days ago: I was overjoyed to find Diane Johnson’s 1972 biography, The True History of the First Mrs. Meredith and Other Lesser Lives. I am a great fan of Diane Johnson, and George Meredith is one of my favorite Victorians. I’ve read all of Meredith’s fiction: The Egoist and perhaps Diana of the Crossways are still in print, but I went so far in the days before the Kindle and the Nook as to purchase print-on-demand copies of the others. Johnson wrote this biography of Meredith’s wife because she was tired of Meredith’s biographers’ pegging her as the unhappy wife. I did read a biography of Meredith sometime in the zips, and remember nothing about his wife, so she’s right. Writers’ wives tend to be fascinating. I loved a biography of Jane Walsh Carlyle, another underrated wife, but she was popular, because she wrote excellent letters.
So are you joining book clubs this summer? Quitting book clubs?
I have about six books going right now and will finish one of them soon. And then perhaps I’ll get back to my blog. Something about this summer… it’s depressing that human beings just can’t get it together and stay home during the Covid-19 pandemic. And are we really abandoning WHO? The UK has Brexit; we have Whosit.
I have book clubs!
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// Diane Johnson’s 1972 biography, The True History of the First Mrs. Meredith and Other Lesser Lives//
Many years ago my dearest college friend recommended this book to me, alas it stuck in my mind but I never read it. I was taking a Vic Lit class and I ran out of time to read at large, being much burdened down with the required reading list. it is back on my wish list! I really like some of the NYRB selections, way too many in my Amazon wish list for current financial capabilities alas. Teffi’s and Salka Viertel’s memoirs for instance. my birthday isn’t til November, but I can wait!
Gina, I was thrilled to find this! It looks very quirky. I agree, NYRBs are expensive. I swear the used copies online are almost as expensive as the new, and sometimes even more with the postage added! Anyway, I “lucked out” with this first book club selection.