These are the books I read this March. As usual, there are goldmines, also some duds. I think I’m not the only one who’d wish for juju that will allow you to read just the awesome books. But where would be the fun in that? Hur, seriously, this March was fun—enriching, confusing, fulfilling, leave-you-breathless [with ire/joy]. Here they are:
- Next World Novella, by Matthias Politycki.
- Journey Into the Past, by Stefan Zweig.
- In the Country of Last Things, by Paul Auster.
- The Man Who Was Thursday, by G.K. Chesterton.
- The Sorrows of Young Werther, by J.W. von Goethe.
- Bird by Bird, by Anne Lamott.
- The Gospel of Anarchy, by Justin Taylor.
- Severance, by Robert Olen Butler.
- Our Lady of the Flowers, by Jean Genet.
- The Wedding of Zein, by Tayeb Salih.
- How to Paint a Dead Man, by Sarah Hall.  
- This Side of Paradise, by F. Scott Fitzgerald.
- The Long Ships, by Frans G. Bengtsson.
- The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, by Arthur Conan Doyle.
- — 21. In “Seven Skinny Pocket Penguins” post: Innocent House, by P.D. James; Idiot Nation, by Michael Moore; The School Inspector Calls, by Gervase Phinn; 1914: Why the World Went to War, by Niall Ferguson; Death in the Bunker, by Ian Kershaw; The Queen in Hell Close, by Sue Townsend; The Aristocratic Adventurer, by David Cannadine.
Favorites are, undoubtedly, the Politycki-Ball mash-up of palimpsest-y proportions; Zweig’s timidly mournful chronicle of lovers’ what-could-have-been; Butler’s stunning [technique, insight] collection of sentient, severed heads; and, one of my favorite books, charmed-charming bloody Vikings.
Here’s looking at you, April.