“I've been looking for underrated authors that are not as widely read as they should be.”
So wrote a reader on Saturday. I wrote back asking for clarification. He replied: “I would narrow it down to novelists writing in any language, from the early 20th century to the present.” My suggestions:
The Wife of Martin Guerre (1940), Janet Lewis
The Man Who Loved Children (1940), Christina Stead
The Brooklyn Novels (1934, 1936, 1937),
Daniel Fuchs
Zeno's Conscience (1923), Italo Svevo, William
Weaver’s translation (2003)
“Underrated” is a blurry
sort of word. Some of us might feel that any book we prize in this alliterate
era is underrated, even King Lear. The schools are no help. Their
reading lists are uniformly junk – science fiction, The Grapes of Wrath,
To Kill a Mockingbird. Public libraries aren’t much better. Their heavily
culled collections favor the new and popular over anything worth reading. The possibility
of serendipitous discovery – the chief glory of a library, and the way I happened
on literature -- is dwindling.
In answering my reader’s request
I turned self-centered and selected novels I love and expect to read again some
time. None is obscure or out of print. Except for a handful of inspired book
blogs, where else will a young person learn of good books? This is not about
canon-building or canon-defending. It’s about a much-ignored human capacity, bookish
pleasure. It’s certainly not about snobbery or "book-therapy." One good place to start,
of course, is Brad Bigelow’s Neglected Books Page.
In the August 1940 issue
of H.L. Mencken’s The American Mercury, Burton Rascoe published a
column, “Neglected Books,” endorsing “literary works of outstanding merit and deserving
of a wide and appreciative audience,” all published in the previous eighteen
months. I haven’t read any of the eight books he lists. Rascoe’s interest seems
to be book marketing. Clearly, he kept an eye on his day’s bestseller lists and
his literary taste is less than reliable, but his motives are admirable:
“And so, in each case no doubt, there are good and plausible explanations for undeserved neglect. Which is no consolation to author and publisher. Worse than that, the neglect is a real loss to the reading public.”
4 comments:
Margaret Kennedy's novel The Feast is the first such book that comes to my mind.
I second your endorsement of "Zeno's Conscience". It was an unexpected delight. Also your endorsement of the always entertaining Neglected Books Page blog.
I've read six books I encountered on the Neglected Books Page. One of them, "The Crossing" by Jean Reverzy, was terrific. The rest were perfectly awful, and deserved not only neglect, but oblivion.
But I was glad I read them anyway - being neglected as they were, their badness was far less offensive than that of non-neglected bad books like "Grapes of Wrath", "Mockingbird" and other curricular clutter.
Fat City by Leonard Gardner. (His first novel...his best novel...his only novel.)
The Siege of Krishnapur by J.G. Farrell.
The Driver's Seat by Muriel Spark.
Don't forget "The Untranslated" blog. It only features books which haven't been translated into English yet, which means you need to know a foreign language to read them, or wait until the translation. However, the very fact that they haven't been translated yet definitely makes them underrated.
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