2015 was at least a good year for reading. Herewith, the
books I’d recommend the most:
Nabokov in America, Robert Roper: Forget trying to gain a
fuller understanding of Vladimir’s novels and just take in the tale. From their
close call path to America—the Nabokovs lived in Berlin in the ‘30s, wife Vera
was Jewish—to the son’s extraordinary, non-literary pursuits this book could
easily be turned into an extended cable series.
Notebooks; 1922 – ’86, edited by Luke O’Sullivan: On his death
one British paper tabbed Michael Oakeshott as the greatest conservative
political philosopher since Edmund Burke. But Oakeshott was more philosopher
than political philosopher. Beginning with notes as he read other philosophers—Plato,
Aristotle, Spinoza—and moving on to whatever caught his eye, these
aphoristically inclined entries are both interesting and delightful. “It is impossible to get happiness by following
a plan. Everything about us, and we are ourselves change continually. To
attempt to capture happiness and keep it is foolish.”
Poetry Notebook, Clive James: This slim volume put me
on a bit of a poetry jag and in search of authors who I’d never heard of, which
is all that needs to be said.Romanticism; A German Affair, Rudiger Safranski: Somewhere I recall seeing the line that “Lord Byron was too much of a romantic not to float some balloons, and too much of a realist not to puncture them.” There may be a lot of mischief in romantic ideas but after reading this book it’s hard not to conclude that there is also something essential in it and that a ‘correction’ to the Enlightenment was necessary, or at the very least, likely.
Leisure; The Basis of Culture, by Josef Pieper: The aforementioned
Michael Oakeshott observed the horror of the mono-modal man. In our time this
is most commonly manifested in the person who runs everything through the
criteria of usefulness. Like Johan Huizinga’s man the player, this is an
argument for recognizing the importance of all that fails the test of
practicality. In a time and place of great wealth and smart phones, Pieper’s “the proletarian is the man who is fettered
to the process of work” is a caution worth ruminating on.