Oh-and whenever I need a Maine fix, I go immediately to Paul Doiron’s crime novels to immerse myself in the gritty world of Mike Bowditch, Maine game warden extraordinaire. In between novels, I’ll read a bit of nonfiction, most recently The Club, by Leo Damrosch, Talking to Strangers, by Malcolm Gladwell, and The Coddling of the American Mind, by Greg Lukianoff and Jonathan Haidt. For a while it’ll be all Edith Wharton then all Kazuo Ishiguro, or Homer, or Jane Austen, or Zora Neal Hurston, or Thomas Mann, or Emily St. By nature, I’m a serial enthusiast, so I go through phases. Alas, I was not wise.Īpart from your reading duties as a critic, do you have a go-to genre? If I had been wise, when I got to Bowdoin I would have continued my high school French and thus been able to read Dumas in the original today. I love toggling back and forth, especially when, as happened to me with The Three Musketeers, the audiobook is from one translator and the print edition from another. (So much power hunger so many beheadings!) Double reading in this way, alternating between eye and ear, has become my favorite method. Now that Thomas Cromwell is well and truly dead, I’m deep into the audiobook of her novel of the French Revolution, A Place of Greater Safety, having already read it twice on paper. After finishing The Mirror and the Light this summer, in the conventional way, I turned around and re-read her entire Wolf Hall trilogy on audiobook. I’m just coming off a huge Hilary Mantel binge. The truth is, I read many more books than I can review (or would want to, since I read to winnow), so it wouldn’t be fair to tell.
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