Book List – 2020s

(Note: I ran out of space to list every year at the top of the blog, so this page covers this entire decade. To prevent you from having to scroll all the way to the bottom, which will probably be pretty far by 2029, I’ve reversed the order of the books, with the most recent first.)

2021

January 25: This Side of Paradise, by F. Scott Fitzgerald (1920)

Dust jacket, This Side of Paradise, first edition.

Twenty-three-year-old F. Scott Fitzgerald’s literary debut recounts the adventures of Fitzgerald-like protagonist Amory Blaine, who is dragged around the world by his indulgent, self-dramatizing mother as a child, sent to live with relatives in Minnesota just in time to (narrowly) avoid becoming totally insufferable, and goes to Princeton, described (to the university’s annoyance) as “the pleasantest country club in America.” The story is told in collage-like fashion, with short sections interspersed with occasional play scenes and poems. This was my third or fourth read, and each time I get something different out of it. This time what struck me most was Fitzgerald’s unsparing take on the self-invention of his protagonist, who progresses from one stage of cringe-inducing idiocy to another. The novel, which was to be his only best-seller, won Fitzgerald instant fame and the hand of Zelda Sayers. I wrote about This Side of Paradise here, here, and here.

2020

November 25: Ten Days that Shook the Worldby John Reed (1919) (audiobook).

Ten Days that Shook the World by John Reed, 1st edition cover, 1919.

In this classic account of the Russian Revolution, Reed, an American socialist journalist, miraculously avoids being shot as he wanders around Russia observing the chaos. (His luck ran out during a return trip in 1920, when he died of typhus at age 32.) Judging from Reed’s account, the revolution consisted of long, tedious speeches alternating with bouts of horrific violence. This is probably accurate, but it doesn’t exactly make for propulsive narrative drive, and I would have struggled to make it through the book if I hadn’t been listening (well, half-listening) to it as an audiobook. Reed doesn’t provide any context; he just plunges you straight into the action. And his idealization of the Bolsheviks as a People’s Republic of Niceness can be hard to take. But at its best it’s a vivid account of a momentous time few outsiders were present to observe. My favorite scene is when Reed talks his way into the Winter Palace amid the chaos and wanders around, looking at the treasures, while Red Guards and the Czar’s former servants watch him nervously. I also enjoyed his  account of how normal life went on among the shooting: “Here the street-cars had stopped running, few people passed, and there were no lights; but a few blocks away we could see the trams, the crowds, the lighted shop-windows and the electric signs of the moving-picture shows—life going on as usual. We had tickets to the Ballet at the Marinsky Theatre—all theatres were open—but it was too exciting out of doors.” I recommend the audio version I listened to; narrator George Backman either speaks Russian (unlike Reid, apparently) or does a good job of faking it. 

October 30: Mary Marieby Eleanor Porter (1920)

Cover of Mary Marie by Eleanor Porter, 1920; girl with chin in hand.

Her nerdy astronomer father wanted to name her Mary. Her free-spirited mother wanted to name her Marie. So each one calls her by his/her preferred name, and everyone else calls her Mary Marie. Then the parents divorce, and MM has to spend half the year being sober Mary and half the year being jolly Marie. Great concept; not so great execution. The book, which is in diary form, struck me as less funny knock-off of Mary Roberts Rinehart’s 1917 Bab: A Sub-DebMary Marie goes from her early to mid-teens over the course of the book, but, except during a bout of Bab-like boy-craziness early on that’s dropped abruptly, she sounds more like a pre-teen. “When we got to Andersonville, and the train rolled into the station, I ‘most forgot, for a minute, and ran down the aisle, so as to get out quick,” MM says about one of her Marie-to-Mary transitions. (Maybe the author of Pollyanna was stuck in eleven-year-old mode.) All the shuttling between Boston and Andersonville and being Mary and being Marie got monotonous. “Aren’t you, like, twenty-five by now?” I asked as MM got on yet another train. I could see from the beginning where it was all going, although admittedly I had an advantage over 1920 readers who hadn’t seen The Parent Trap. 

July 27: Bertram Cope’s Year, by Henry B. Fuller (1919)

Title page, Bertram Cope's Year by Henry Fuller, 1919.

I came across this book in a Smart Set roundup by H.L. Mencken, Googled it not expecting much, and learned that it is one of the first gay American novels. Cope is a young academic who’s way too good-looking to be named Bertram (I imagined a blond Cary Grant), and his arrival in Churchton, a stand-in for Evanston, Illinois, sets the whole town, male and female, young and old, aflame with lust. Meanwhile, all Bertram wants to do is set up a cozy home with his really, really good friend Arthur, who’s back home in Wisconsin. The first half of the book drags a little; there’s lots of sitting in parlors and walking on paths and such, like Jane Austen without the witty conversation. Things come alive when Bertram haplessly becomes engaged (apparently the inevitable outcome of capsizing in a boat with a young woman) and Arthur shows up, freaking out the good people of Churchton with his all-too-accurate female impersonation in a college theatrical. 62-year-old Fuller was a well-established realist writer, but no major publisher would touch Bertram Cope’s Year; it was published by a small press and sales were modest. The book has deservedly found an audience with modern readers. (My post about Bertram Cope’s Year is here.) 

February 24: The Haunted Bookshop, by Christopher Morley (1919)

Cover of The Haunted Bookshop by Christopher Morley, 1919.

 In this sequel to Parnassus on Wheels, Helen and Roger Mifflin are living in wedded bliss as the proprietors of a used bookshop in Brooklyn. (Well, mostly bliss: Helen takes off for Boston every once in a while to escape Roger’s nonstop smoking.) The plot is a bit of a shambles, with a love story involving a young advertising man and a wealthy young woman who’s working in the shop and a ludicrous German spy story that Morley obviously had to update hastily after the war ended. And the novel grinds to a halt every once in a while while Roger, standing in for Morley, goes on long harangues about the publishing industry and the war and such. Still, the book is a wonderful evocation of the era. There’s even a Coles Phillips reference!

February 15: Not That It Matters, by A.A. Milne (1919)

Cover of Not That It Matters, by A.A. Milne, 1919.

Milne was a well-known and prolific writer of books, essays, and plays before he wrote the Winnie-the-Pooh poems and stories in the mid-1920s. This collection of lighthearted essays, originally published in Punch, holds up better than most humor of the era. I groaned when I saw in the table of contents that there was an essay about golf, but it ended up being one of my favorites. Golf is the perfect sport, Milne maintains, because the worse you are, the more you get to play. In other essays, like the one about how the first day of summer is no cause for celebration because from then on the days get shorter, he runs out of steam well before the end. All in all, an enjoyable read.

January 10: The Economic Consequences of the Peace, by John Maynard Keynes (1919) (audiobook).

Title page, The Economic Consequences of the Peace, John Maynard Keynes, 1919.

36-year old Keynes attended the Paris Peace Conference as a representative of the British Treasury. His warning that bankrupting German would have disastrous consequences was ignored, but this book, published in late 1919, was a bestseller in both Britain and the United States. It’s a fascinating glimpse into the making of the Versailles treaty, and into the mind of the man who would become the greatest economist of his age. Listening to it as a (wonderfully narrated) audiobook worked out well because I could pay attention to Keynes’s novelistic descriptions of world leaders (you can tell a lot about them by their hands, apparently) and drift off when he was going on about coal production in Upper Silesia.