The Books That Mattered: A Reader's Memoir
“The Books That Mattered: A Reader’s Memoir”
Author: Frye Gaillard
Publisher: NewSouth Books
Price: $27.95 (Cloth)
A few writers, even in mid-career, will deny that they read anything much. Faulkner denied, disingenuously, that he had read Joyce’s “Ulysses,” for example, probably for fear readers would feel he had been unduly influenced by Joyce’s stream-of-consciousness experiments.
Erskine Caldwell consistently told interviewers he was too busy writing to do any reading. Both these Southerners wanting to be thought “natural geniuses” had in fact been extensively educated, in literature and languages, Faulkner at Ole Miss and Caldwell mainly at UVA.
It is far more common for writers in middle age to become reflective about the books that shaped and moved them. In 1969 Henry Miller published “The Books in My Life” and recently Pat Conroy, a much different kind of writer, published “My Reading Life” about the books that were important to him.
Frye Gaillard, author of 20 some volumes and winner of both the Lillian Smith Award and the Clarence Cason Award, is solidly in this latter tradition, writing here, with insight and feeling, about “The Books That Mattered.”
There are “eleven essays featuring thirty-odd books.”
He understands the list is “deeply personal and purely my own.” Such lists always are.
Considering that Gaillard’s work has usually been concerned with questions of civil rights— integration, mandatory school busing—with occasional side trips into the world of country music and NASCAR and that his lifelong heroes are Senator Robert F. Kennedy and President Jimmy Carter, most of his choices are not too surprising.
Gaillard’s conscience and consciousness were shaped by what John Gardner or any critic would call moral fiction—and considerable moral nonfiction.
He praises the human values put forth so powerfully in “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn,” “To Kill A Mockingbird,” “A Curtain of Green” by Eudora Welty, “Black Boy” by Richard Wright, “South to a Very Old Place” by Albert Murray, and “Killers of the Dream” by Lillian Smith.
Gaillard was educated to the history of Native Americans by works such as “Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee.”
Stories of injustice captivated him. Gaillard discusses at length the beauty and force of “The Grapes of Wrath” and the Argentine Jacobo Timerman’s memoir “Prisoner without a Name, Cell without a Number.”
Gaillard’s strong interest in American politics of course led him to value “All the King’s Men” by Robert Penn Warren and “The Unfinished Odyssey of Robert Kennedy” by David Halberstam.
He freely acknowledges the absence of Shakespeare, Thomas Mann, Dostoevsky; in fact there are few writers who are not Americans. Gaillard was moved most by issues close to home.
Perhaps more surprisingly, Faulkner and Hemingway and Fitzgerald are also missing. (FYI: their writers who mattered were, respectively, Joyce, Turgenev and John Keats.)
Though Gaillard praises beautiful writing, linguistic playfulness does not interest him much; it is clear from this list that what moved Gaillard were works of social protest, social realism, psychological realism, stories of human struggle, with the humans enduring, persevering, never losing their humanity and perhaps one day prevailing.
Gaillard writes that, “for those of us who love a good book, the end of great writing is not in sight.” He thinks that “Ahab’s Wife,” by Sena Jeter Naslund, is “one of the first classics of the twenty-first century.”
There is little interest here in modernism, post-modernism, magical realism, the experimental: no Borges, no “Ulysses,” no “Mrs. Dalloway,” no “Hundred Years of Solitude,” no “Lolita.”
But this is Gaillard’s list, the books that mattered most to him. He encourages us to ruminate on the books of our lives and develop our own lists.