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True History of the Kelly Gang by Peter Carey (fiction)
Carey won his second Booker Prize for this exciting and emotional
fictionalization of the life and death of Ned Kelly, Australia's
most famous and revered outlaw. Told as a series of memories to
his unborn daughter, this novel is touching, hilarious, and as good
as Carey's best, which is saying quite a lot.
Audubon's Watch by John Gregory Brown (fiction)
It's difficult to pin down in a few words why this book is fantastic
and why you should read it. Though hardly more than two hundred
pages, it is dense with the parallel stories of John James Audubon,
the famous artist and ornithologist, and New Orleans physician and
anatomist Emile Gautreaux. The two men are forever linked and haunted
by the death of the physician's young, beautiful wife in 1821. I've
loved and admired Brown's previous two novels, but this one may
be even more spectacular. It's worth the read if only for his descriptions
of hapless slaves forced to chop sugar cane during a devastating
storm. An amazing book that demands to be read again.
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History of the World in 10 1/2 Chapters by Julian
Barnes (fiction)
In these loosely connected ten (yes, and a half) chapters, Barnes
takes the reader from Noahs Ark to international terrorism.
Dont be alarmed of youre not a history buffno
history scholar would put this novel on his essential reading list
(well, maybe just for fun). Barnes, as (almost) always, is terribly
funny and delightful to spend time with.
Headlong by Michael Frayn (fiction)
This is one of my favorite books of the year. I'd follow this narrator
anywhere. He's an uptight, pretentious academic who has gone to
the country for a few months with his wife and baby to complete
his book. But on the farm, he gets distracted from his task by his
mysterious but dim-witted neighbors. He's led on an all-emcompassing
quest by something he thinks he might have seen in the neighbors'
house, forcing him to risk his marriage, his livelihood, his entire
bank account, his sanity, everything, for what he might have glimpsed.
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