A space filler until a better idea comes along

While waiting for a new shipment of books to arrive, and while struggling with the dread of paying the fine that awaits at my local library, I had a look at the New York Times list of "The 10 Best Books of 2006."

Yes, I'm aware that 2006 has been over for about 10 months now. Sue me. It's not like I'm getting a lot of blog ideas via e-mail. So in a sense, it's your fault. Also, I've got a day job too. At least I think I do; I'll have to phone them.

Anyway, without clicking on the link, can you name even one of the best books of 2006, as decreed by the Times? Two? Five? How about who won the 2006 Super Bowl? I didn't think so. (It was the Pittsburgh Steelers.) Fame is so fleeting.

On the books question, I named one, and it's no coincidence that it's the only book on the list that I've read: Mayflower, by Nathaniel Philbrick. I mean, it's no Learning to Sing, Clay Aiken's autobiography, but it ain't bad. It ain't fiction either, and if I keep doing posts like this, I'm going to have to call it Dave's Bullshit Warehouse.

The only other book on the Times list that I have the slightest interest in is Special Topics in Calamity Physics, by Marisha Pessl. This is because it's billed as a murder mystery, and I haven't read many of those lately. Also, the title is irresistible. Can anyone recommend this, before I roll the dice with Amazon? The reviews mention that this Marisha Pessl is also a bit of a hotty, but that has nothing to do with my interest. That would be puerile. And if there's one thing the Fiction Warehouse is not, it's puerile.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Can't say it appeals to me. "A short history of tractors in Ukranian", "Salmon fishing in the Yemen", etc -- I am not drawn to books with clever titles. I had a look at the Amazon blurb via your link and it didn't look like my kind of thing. However, if you want a sprightly, humourous crime fiction novel, how about The Big O by Declan Burke of "Crime Always Pays" blog? (focused on Irish crime fic). I don't usually like "caper" books and it would be unfair to classify this as pure crime caper, but it is an exillerating read and had me laughing more than once. The blog is good, too (if you like crime fic).
I suppose you could always be ultra-topical and sit down with a good old Doris Lessing?
October 11, 2007 at 2:05 PM
Anonymous said…
How many damn books do you read in a week, anyway? And how is that possible?
October 11, 2007 at 2:49 PM
Dave Knadler said…
Insomnia helps. But really, I don't read that many. I can just never find anything worth watching on TV.
October 11, 2007 at 8:08 PM
Peter Rozovsky said…
I dunno, I thought "Reading Lolita On a Ukrainian Tractor While Fishing for the History of Kite Runners" looked all right.
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