…proper nouns, which are the emptiest words of all, unless we put human beings inside of them.
— Jose Saramago

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Read in 2009
Jose Saramago / Year of the Death of Ricardo Reis
Thomas Mann / The Magic Mountain
Mikhail Bulgakov / The Master and Margarita
Cormac McCarthy / The Crossing
Graham Greene / The Power and the Glory
Virginia Woolf / Mrs. Dalloway
Bill Davis / Mass Appeal
Chris Adrian / A Better Angel
Nam Le / The Boat
William Gass / Tests of Time
Haruki Murakami / Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman
Colson Whitehead / Sag Harbor
Karen Russell / St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
Virginia Woolf / Orlando
Walker Percy / The Moviegoer
Michael Ondaatje / In The Skin of A Lion
Nicole Krauss / Man Walks Into a Room
James Joyce / Ulysses
Steig Larsson / Girl With the Dragon Tattoo
Nicholas Christopher / A Trip to the Stars
Randall Jarrell / No Other Book
William Gass / Habitations of the Word
Thomas Pynchon / Inherent Vice
Lorrie Moore / Self Help
Clarice Lispector / Near to the Wild Heart
Italo Calvino / If On A Winter's Night A Traveler
Aleksander Hemon / The Lazarus Project
Steig Larsson / The Girl Who Played With Fire
Sarah Hall / How to Paint a Dead Man
Dave Eggers / Zeitoun
Steig Larsson / The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest
…proper nouns, which are the emptiest words of all, unless we put human beings inside of them.
— Jose Saramago
It is not only the blind who need a walking stick to probe one step ahead, or a dog to niff out danger, even a man with the sight of two eyes needs a light he can follow, one in which he believes or hopes to believe, his very doubts serving in the absence of anything better.
— Jose Saramago, Year of the Death of Ricardo Reis
In the end it turned out to be a simple detective story, an ordinary tale of death and investigation, the murderer, the victim, and finally the detective, all three accomplices to the crime. In my honest opinion, the reader of a mystery is the only real survivor of the story he is reading, unless it is as the one real survivor that every reader reads every story.
— Jose Saramago, Year of the Death of Ricardo Reis
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