I know this; and thus I challenge it.

I'm about three quarters of the way through number 75, White Teeth by Zadie Smith, and am happy to report it I'm enjoying it. I started it a couple of weeks ago, but was away at a golf tournament last week, on an annual trip that doesn't afford me much reading time. Looking back at the Victoria Day weekend the past few years, I see there is always a gap in my reading each time. But I'm back on track now, and plan to finish it before I leave on another trip this Thursday.

When I do finish it, I might be in a bit of a conundrum with regards to what to read next. Right now I'm planning on reading A House for Mr. Biswas by V.S. Naipaul, and I do currently have it out from the library. The problem is that it is getting more and more difficult to plan my next read, simply because there are fewer books to choose from.

#71 - "The Adventures of Augie March" by Saul Bellow

I'm happy to report that I'm finally finished The Adventures of Augie March, my 71st read from Time's list of 100 All-TIME novels. Sure, it was on the longish side, at 612 pages, but really, this one shouldn't have taken this long.

Unsurprisingly, this book follows the adventures of one Augie March, a Chicago-born middle child in a poor, single-parent home. Augie seems to drift from one situation to another, without any real aims in life, or any drive to change his situation. Almost every change for Augie is the result of happenstance, not because of some conscious decision he had made to do something.

Augie drifts between various jobs, never sure of where he's going, and never really concerned with what happens. His long list of occupations include human trafficking, book thieving, training an eagle, dog keeping, and a hitch with the Merchant Marines. Sprinkled among these odd jobs are a series of women who Augie tends to feel passionately about to a point, before losing interest in them; much like his career.

The story is told in first person, as if Augie is writing his memoirs, and most chapter focus on a different occupation or woman, without any real connection to previous or future chapters. It's almost as if he remembered a story, put it to paper, and continued adding little anecdotes until he had reached 600 pages.

Dear Blog, Happy 4th Birthday!

Today is a milestone of sorts for my reading through this list of 100 novels. It was four years ago today,that I began reading my first book, The Spy Who Came in From the Cold. This wasn't exactly the day I started this project, as I hit a few stumbling blocks at the beginning. I remember thinking I was going to start with Nineteen Eighty-Four, but when I went to start reading my copy, I discovered the first few pages were missing. Not wanting to start the project off skipping the first eight pages, I began with a different book.

After that and a couple of other delays, it was November 21, 2009 that I actually began reading. Fast forward to today, and I've completed 68 novels, and am nearly finished my 69th; Possession.

Less. what's next?

As I make my way through Revolutionary Road, I've started to think about what I should be planning to read for the next few months.  As you may have noticed, I've tried to space out the bigger reads a little, so as not to get bogged down by them, but also in an effort to not leave them until the end.  But really, there hasn't been any order set in stone.  Mostly I've been getting what I can from the library and going from there.  However, after having read 58 books there are simply fewer books to chose from than two years ago, so the decision over what to read next is more difficult, but also more important.

Of the final 40 books, I have already decided on the final five.  I'm ending with Nineteen-Eighty Four as I've read it several times, and if you recall, was actually going to start the list with it until I discovered my tattered copy was missing the first fifteen pages.  I've also decided to read Never Let Met Go and A Passage to India as numbers 99 and 98 respectively, as they are the newest and oldest books on the list.  Numbers 97 and 96 will be Neuromancer and A Death in the Family, as those are two books that I own a copy of.  I figure with only five novels left, it might be more difficult to get them from the library so I should be sure to read ones I can get my hands on.

So that leaves 35 other books to read (I'm reading One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest next, as #60), and there are still a few behemoths left.  I've identified, Gravity's Rainbow, Lord of the Rings, Call it Sleep, The Man Who Loved Children, and A Dance to the Music of Time as the most challenging book I still have to read.  Some will be challenging because I have been told how unreadable they are by a co-author of the list (Man Who Loved Children)  while others will be difficult simply because of their length (Lord of the Rings and A Dance to the Music of Time).

Anyone for a little light reading?

I'm starting to realize that one of these five books needs to be #61 or #62, and I'm not sure which one it is going to be.  Of those five, Lord of the Rings is probably the most appealing and Gravity's Rainbow the least.  I can't keep putting the other Pynchon novel off though!  However, Call it Sleep is sitting on the shelf behind me right now, but, it's thicker than four other books combined.  Maybe it's large print.  Really large print.  Or think paper.

Of course for every long book there are shorter ones.  Looking at what I have left I'm predicting that To Kill a Mockingbird, Are You There God? It's Me Margaret, Lord of the Flies, Watchmen, and Wide Sargasso Sea, will be my easiest reads.  Don't be surprised if the books mentioned earlier are followed by one of these.

But I suppose for now, this is all like planning tomorrow's lunch when you haven't even begun to finish making today's.  Let's get back to our regularly scheduled program, Revolutionary Road.

As if a man were author of himself

As I wind down number 55, Money by Martin Amis, I thought I should comment on something this book had, which I believe to be very unique.  I'm sure I haven't seen this before, and doubtful I'll see it again, at least not from this list.

Several of my previous reads from the list have mentioned other books on the list, and Money joins those ranks after the protagonist reads both Animal Farm and Nineteen Eighty-Four, as well as mentioning The Catcher in the Rye.  And other books have mentioned authors of books from the list, be they mere mentions or actual characters like Theodore Dreiser was in Ragtime.  Money joins that group as well, when the protagonist meets an author who lives in his neighborhood, a certain Martin Amis.

I'm not sure what I think about having the author of the book as a character in the book.  And it isn't as if Amis is a once off, mentioned only in passing.  Quite the contrary, Amis becomes a rather important character in the book.  There isn't anything wrong with this, and the character is entirely believable and fits the book, it's just such an interesting technique.  Since starting this list two years ago, I've always, for whatever reason, gotten a kick out of these mentions and I think Money has now taken the cake.

One could argue, I guess, that Kurt Vonnegut makes an appearance in Slaughterhouse-Five, as 'Kilgore Trout,' but I don't think an appearance by what could at best be described as an alter-ego, is the same as the Amis cameo in Money.  Not only is the character named Martin Amis, he's also a writer and son of a famous writer.  Of course I really can't speak to whether or not the character is anything like the author when it comes to personality, as I don't really know Martin Amis very well; especially not 1984 Martin Amis.  But in the end, it does not really matter as the book is fiction.


For the record, this is the 11th book I've read so far that mentions another book or author.

#46 - "Go Tell It on the Mountain" by James Baldwin

After spending most of October side-tracked with various distractions, I'm firmly back on course, and have finished my 46th book from Time magazine's 100 All Time Novels; Go Tell It on the Mountain by James Baldwin.  Sadly, it's the first book from the list I've read since Portnoy's Complaint, which I finished September 25th.  It isn't that it took me a month to read this one, I didn't start it until last week, and read the bulk of it on the long flight from Vancouver to Honolulu.

The book follows, at different points in their lives, a Harlem family from their roots in the South to their migration North to New York.  But it isn't about this family, it's about their moral short comings and the influence of religion on their lives.  Most of the characters in Go Tell It on the Mountain are deeply flawed, or at least have gone through troubling times in the past.  And as continues to often be the case today, how they use religion to cover up their morality, or lack there of.

Gabriel, a preacher, and the patriarch of the family, has perhaps the most troubled past, but now uses his devotion to Jesus and God to forget that past and proclaim himself as a good person.  As is so often the case with religion, 'what I did in the past is okay, because now I've found God.'  And because of his new found discovery, he is now free to judge and condemn those who are, for all intents and purposes, just like him.

Really, Go Tell It on the Mountain is more about the role of religion in African-American communities as it is about the characters or any plot.  Gabriel, basically a horrible person, without any training or education has become a fiery preacher.  His power arises from the fact that he can yell louder and with more conviction than others, not because he's more devoted or more knowledgeable.  And his new found religion hasn't made him a better person either; but he is now more respected, as a man of God.  Only his family knows the truth of who he really is.

The book speaks of a time when the majority of African-American people in the United States were poor, uneducated, and highly influenced by religion.  They fear and respect Gabriel because he stands at a pulpit each Sunday and tells them why they are bad people, without any understanding of his hypocrisy.  The book serves as a condemnation of religion and people's blind allegiance to it.

Part of me found the book a little depressing because of this.  Personally, I can't stand this religious hypocrisy that we see all too often; people of the cloth, putting up a facade of morality, but living a completely different life backstage.

I think Go Tell It on the Mountain is one of those books that's like 7-Up. You never order 7-Up, but it is refreshing and you aren't sorry you drank it, but you probably wouldn't recommend it to your friends either. Same thing for this book. I more or less enjoyed reading it, was interested in the story and characters, but it didn't knock me off my feet. Would I recommend it to others? Probably not, but if someone said they were reading it, I wouldn't dissuade them, and would look forward to discussing it afterward.


My next book, which I'm well into already, and should finish this afternoon, will be Animal Farm by George Orwell.  Despite Nineteen Eighty Four being one of my favorite books, I've never read any other Orwell.

Was i, to take this drunkard for a god

My reading has continued at a good pace this week and according to my Goodreads account, I'm 80% through The Sheltering Sky.  I'm enjoying it very much, and as soon as I'm finished writing this, I look forward to returning to it.

I've decided that part of my good progress since 'the big one,' since Infinite Jest, is due to the fact that I've been throwing in a little non-fiction on the side.  As I mentioned a couple of weeks ago, I find reading some non-fiction works as a motivational tool, causing me to actually read more often.  When I have two books I'm enjoying, I'm eager to read both, but must split my time; therefore I read more often.  If I'm not enjoying one of them, I make reading some of it mandatory before continuing with the book I am enjoying, so again, I read more often.  So far I haven't run into an instance where I don't like either book, so I'll have to cross that bridge when I get to it.

The non-fiction book I just finished is called God is not Great by Christopher Hitchens.  Obviously this is a very polarizing book, and I don't really have any desire to get into any kind of religious debate, despite my feeling so passionately toward one side.  What I can comment on is what a good writer Hitchens is.  I'd never read anything of his before, and had only seen him in interviews or debates, where he carries himself as well as anybody, mostly due to his uncanny ability to recall quotes, facts, examples, etc.  Said Martin Amis (author or the book Money, which is on The List), "With his vast array of geohistorical references and precedents, he is almost Google-like; but...Christopher's search engine is much more finely tuned."  In God is not Great, Hitchens uses this 'google-like' ability to explain why he doesn't believe in any god, and why he feels 'religion poisons everything.'

As far as The List is concerned, I have been able to find some relevance.  Throughout my quest, I have been noting when one book from The List mentions another book, or at least an author.  Well God is not Great takes the cake, making references to eleven different authors and five different books from The List.  Some references tied in nicely to the book's theme, like C.S. Lewis, a tireless promoter and defender of religion, and Salman Rushdie, whose work offended some religious types so much they ordered him executed.  Other times, such as when Hitchens quotes The Adventures of Augie March, it doesn't pertain to religion necessarily, but rather he quotes them because great writers are so good at putting their thoughts on paper, why not borrow from their genius to make a real impact.  After some background research, I did discover Hitchens' love of literature, it seems to be his true passion.  Perhaps this is why he turns to the literary world the way many would turn to, ironically, religion.  I guess Hitchens prefers to look to the good books for advice (Hitchens also can't resist a bad pun).

For those interested, the authors mentioned in one way or another in God is not Great are Salman Rushdie, George Orwell, Saul Bellow, C.S. Lewis, Ian McEwan, Evelyn Waugh, Anthony Powell, Graham Greene, Doris Lessing, Philip Roth and Joseph Heller.  As for books, Hitchens refers to Animal Farm, Nineteen Eighty-four, The Adventures of Augie March, Brideshead Revisited, and A Dance to the Music of Time.

I don't have any non-fiction reads ready to go right now, so my concentration will return solely to The List for the next few days.  I'll hopefully have number thirty four finished soon.  I'm still unsure of what thirty five will be, but am currently, as I type these words, staring at Gone with the Wind. And it's staring right back at me, I think daring me to read it.

#17 - "The Sun Also Rises" by Ernest Hemingway

I have now finished reading Ernest Hemingway's first novel, and only novel on The List; The Sun Also Rises.  Myself, I'm a fan of Hemingway's writing style, but I know it isn't for everybody and I find people either love him or hate him.  I once recommended A Farewell to Arms, to someone, saying how great it was and how I couldn't put it down.  They returned it two days later, having read about thirty pages and saying they couldn't take it anymore.  I like it, but I can understand not liking Hemingway's style.

The Sun Also Rises is the story of ex-pat Jake, who lives in Paris and seems to lead quite the life of leisure, all whilst keeping a job with an English newspaper in the French capital.  His days are taken up with drinking, eating and meeting with friends; usually to continue eating and drinking.  They seem to lead the same lifestyle as the characters in Tropic of Cancer, who were also ex-pats, living in Paris, spending their time eating and drinking.  Hmmm...perhaps I should have been born around the turn of the century, so I could have moved to Paris in the 20's.  I too enjoy eating and drinking.

Looking for a break from Paris (not eating and drinking), Jake and his friends Bill, Robert and Lady Brett Ashley take a trip to Spain, to partake in the Fiesta of San Fermin in Pamplona, which again involves eating and drinking, but also bull fighting.  Hemingway himself was a known fan of bull fighting, and this seems to be his ode to the sport.  He speaks eloquently of the majesty of bull fighting, and to be honest, reading this book has made me want to take in a fight myself.  While at the fiesta, Jake and his friends experience a roller-coaster of emotions, but despite the ups and downs, they all seems to have a good time in the end.  I could be more specific, but there isn't really any point.  In the end, not much really happens, but I still enjoyed reading it very much.  The story was still interesting, more as a result of the characters and Hemingway's short and to the point descriptions.  But like his other novels, I foresee a lot of people not liking this book at all, while others will praise it till the cows come home.

Now, I have a confession.  The entire time I was reading this book, I kept wondering why Jake and Brett didn't "hook up."  They both profess their love to each other several times throughout the book and they seemed to be very compatible together.  However, while Brett sleeps with almost every man she encounters, Jake never takes beds any women.  He even picks up a prostitute in Paris, but only takes her out for dinner and drinks.  Until the very end, I was still thinking the two would get together and perhaps live happily ever after, but alas, it never happened.  After I had finished the book, I began my secondary research on the novel and much to my surprise, I learned that Jake was impotent from a war injury, and hence, he wasn't hookin' up with anybody.  I don't know how I missed this, as every review I read, this was basically mentioned in the first line.

From Time Magazine:

"Meet Jake Barnes: working journalist, expatriate, tough talker, tragic hero. Jake was horribly wounded in the war — in fact, he was effectively gelded."

Wikipedia:

"The narrator of The Sun Also Rises is Jake Barnes, an expatriate journalist in his mid-twenties who lives in Paris. Barnes is impotent because of a war wound..."

Well, you get the idea.  Everybody seemed to have picked up on this except me, even Wikipedia!  Oh well, I guess I can't absorb everything, including major plot elements.  It makes a lot more sense now, knowing that two people, in love, we're never going to end up together, but didn't take away from the book, as I still enjoyed it.  I hope when I read Nineteen Eighty-Four, I realize it isn't about Winston Smith's husky sibling.


You can read Time Magzine's original review from November 1, 1926 here.


My next book will be I, Claudius, the book I had intended to read had I not fogotten to take it with me to BC.

A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone

Yesterday the list was to begin, or rather my journey through the list was to begin. However, after heading to my personal library (an Ikea bookshelf in the spare bedroom) to get my copy of Nineteen Eighty-Four, I encountered my first, of what hopefully isn't too many, speed bump. My copy of Orwell's classic is missing the first fifteen pages. Sure, I'm familiar with the story and everything, and wouldn't have any trouble skipping the first few pages, it would always be in the back of my mind. I can picture myself talking about having completed the list, when someone brings up the fact that I didn't read the first fifteen pages of Nineteen Eighty-Four. The scandal would no doubt rock the literary world. So, to keep out of Hello! magazine, I've decided to start with something different.

Now begins my first trip to the local library, in search of the first step of my journey.

And then it started like a guilty thing

Okay, now that I've decided to read 100 novels from a set list, I have a few other things to figure out before I get started. To begin, I've decided not to necessarily go out a buy all the books. Although it would look neat on my book shelf, I just don't want to spend the money right now. Perhaps in the future, I'll start acquiring them, but for now I'll borrow from friends, or more likely, the public library.

The next thing I was thinking about was whether or not to establish a schedule of my reading. By that I mean select the order I'm going to read the books in, and then sort of have deadlines for each one. This would mostly be in an effort to keep things rolling along, and not lost sight of the fact that I've got a lot of reading to get through. But after some thought I've decided that first off, I don't want to pre-determine what order I'm going to read these books in. This could become troublesome if the book I'm to read next if unavailable for whatever reason. Secondly, I know that some books are going to be quite an easy read, while some might take me much, much longer. There's no pointing in beating myself up because one book is taking me a really long time to read, as I know I'll go through others quite quickly.

I guess all that's left to do now is figure out what book to read first. I scanned the list for quite some time, hoping one of the many books would jump out at me. However, knowing so little about the majority of them, there was nothing doing. So, in an attempt to speed up the process, I have decided to begin with George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four. Yes, I've read it before, but I do plan on reading those six again anyway. This is a book I enjoy and am familiar with, so I figure it will make for a good quick start to the list. Plus, I have a copy of this one at home, so I don't need to go the library or bookstore. That means I can start reading as soon as I'm done typing this sentence.

Yes; 'tis the list

I don’t read as much as I used to. And when I do, it tends to be non-fiction, usually books about World War II, or baseball, or politics. I've never really made a point of reading any 'great' novels, and when I do pick up a novel, it tends to be on the fluffier side. I think the last novel I read was The Da Vinci Code. It was fun and enjoyed it, but let’s face it, it isn't very deep.

I recently cam across a list from Time Magazine, of their “100 All TIME Novels.” The list, selected by two of Time’s book reviewers, selected the 100 best English novels, which were written from 1923 to present. In the case of this list, 'present' was 2005, and 1923 is the year Time began publishing. When I first read through the list, something struck me; I haven’t read very many of the books that were on it. I’d heard of most of them. Actually, make that I’d heard of quite a few of them, and I’d heard of some of the authors on them, but I hadn’t necessarily heard of their books. Then there were quite a few that I’d heard of or seen the movies, but either hadn’t read the book or was unaware that it was originally a book. The plain and simple fact was that I’d read six of the novels on the list. Six out of one hundred, critically acclaimed books. I’ve been to six hockey games in the last month. I’ve probably seen all 160 episodes of Seinfeld six times each. I guess it’s fair to say, I haven't been the literary type for the past few...decades.

I’ve decided to do something about this though, and as you might have guessed, I’m going to read all 100 novels, and see how it goes. Some of them, I can’t wait to read; while others the idea of reading them fills me with ennui that one generally experiences at an insurance seminar. I’m sure none of the books on this list will be bad per se, but I’m sure that I’m going to like some more than others; make that much more than others. Only time will tell I guess.

The list itself is only in alphabetical order. The 100 books are not ranked or grouped by genre or anything else. It is just a list of 100 great books. Since they aren’t in any order, I’m not going to read them in any order either. I think I’ll just read them as I come across them or as I think of them. I don’t know.

So far, the six I’ve read are:

Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell
The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
Lord of the Flies by William Golding.

You can probably deduce from this short list how I ended up reading these books; in school as part of some mandatory reading. This was the case for Gatsby (Grade 12), Mockingbird (Grade 11) and Lord of the Flies (Grade 8). I read the Narnia book when I was about 10 years old, and it was possibly the first novel I ever read on my own. The last two books, Nineteen Eighty-Four and Catcher in the Rye , I read out of my own volition. And this is what kind of confuses me; I thoroughly enjoyed both of them, so much that I've read Nineteen Eighty-Four several times, but haven't read much fiction since then, over ten years ago.

For the purpose of this experiment, for lack of a better word, I’ve decided to read all the books on the list, including the six I’ve already read. I’ll admit that, although I enjoyed Gatsby, I don’t remember much about it. I only remember that I enjoyed it. So, here, without further ado, are the 100 All TIME Novels, according to Time Magazine.


The List:

1. The Adventures of Augie March (1953), by Saul Bellow
2. All the King's Men (1946), by Robert Penn Warren
3. American Pastoral (1997), by Philip Roth
4. An American Tragedy (1925), by Theodore Dreiser
5. Animal Farm (1946), by George Orwell
6. Appointment in Samarra (1934), by John O'Hara
7. Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret (1970), by Judy Blume
8. The Assistant (1957), by Bernard Malamud
9. At Swim-Two-Birds (1938), by Flann O'Brien
10. Atonement (2002), by Ian McEwan
11. Beloved (1987), by Toni Morrison
12. The Berlin Stories (1946), by Christopher Isherwood
13. The Big Sleep (1939), by Raymond Chandler
14. The Blind Assassin (2000), by Margaret Atwood
15. Blood Meridian (1986), by Cormac McCarthy
16. Brideshead Revisited (1946), by Evelyn Waugh
17. The Bridge of San Luis Rey (1927), by Thornton Wilder
18. Call It Sleep (1935), by Henry Roth
19. Catch-22 (1961), by Joseph Heller
20. The Catcher in the Rye (1951), by J.D. Salinger
21. A Clockwork Orange (1963), by Anthony Burgess
22. The Confessions of Nat Turner (1967), by William Styron
23. The Corrections (2001), by Jonathan Franzen
24. The Crying of Lot 49 (1966), by Thomas Pynchon
25. A Dance to the Music of Time (1951), by Anthony Powell
26. The Day of the Locust (1939), by Nathanael West
27. Death Comes for the Archbishop (1927), by Willa Cather
28. A Death in the Family (1958), by James Agee
29. The Death of the Heart (1958), by Elizabeth Bowen
30. Deliverance (1970), by James Dickey
31. Dog Soldiers (1974), by Robert Stone
32. Falconer (1977), by John Cheever
33. The French Lieutenant's Woman (1969), by John Fowles
34. The Golden Notebook (1962), by Doris Lessing
35. Go Tell it on the Mountain (1953), by James Baldwin
36. Gone With the Wind (1936), by Margaret Mitchell
37. The Grapes of Wrath (1939), by John Steinbeck
38. Gravity's Rainbow (1973), by Thomas Pynchon
39. The Great Gatsby (1925), by F. Scott Fitzgerald
40. A Handful of Dust (1934), by Evelyn Waugh
41. The Heart is A Lonely Hunter (1940), by Carson McCullers
42. The Heart of the Matter (1948), by Graham Greene
43. Herzog (1964), by Saul Bellow
44. Housekeeping (1981), by Marilynne Robinson
45. A House for Mr. Biswas (1962), by V.S. Naipaul
46. I, Claudius (1934), by Robert Graves
47. Infinite Jest (1996), by David Foster Wallace
48. Invisible Man (1952), by Ralph Ellison
49. Light in August (1932), by William Faulkner
50. The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe (1950), by C.S. Lewis
51. Lolita (1955), by Vladimir Nabokov
52. Lord of the Flies (1955), by William Golding
53. The Lord of the Rings (1954), by J.R.R. Tolkien
54. Loving (1945), by Henry Green
55. Lucky Jim (1954), by Kingsley Amis
56. The Man Who Loved Children (1940), by Christina Stead
57. Midnight's Children (1981), by Salman Rushdie
58. Money (1984), by Martin Amis
59. The Moviegoer (1961), by Walker Percy
60. Mrs. Dalloway (1925), by Virginia Woolf
61. Naked Lunch (1959), by William Burroughs
62. Native Son (1940), by Richard Wright
63. Neuromancer (1984), by William Gibson
64. Never Let Me Go (2005), by Kazuo Ishiguro
65. 1984 (1948), by George Orwell
66. On the Road (1957), by Jack Kerouac
67. One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (1962), by Ken Kesey
68. The Painted Bird (1965), by Jerzy Kosinski
69. Pale Fire (1962), by Vladimir Nabokov
70. A Passage to India (1924), by E.M. Forster
71. Play It As It Lays (1970), by Joan Didion
72. Portnoy's Complaint (1969), by Philip Roth
73. Possession (1990), by A.S. Byatt
74. The Power and the Glory (1939), by Graham Greene
75. The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie (1961), by Muriel Spark
76. Rabbit, Run (1960), by John Updike
77. Ragtime (1975), by E.L. Doctorow
78. The Recognitions (1955), by William Gaddis
79. Red Harvest (1929), by Dashiell Hammett
80. Revolutionary Road (1961), by Richard Yates
81. The Sheltering Sky (1949), by Paul Bowles
82. Slaughterhouse Five (1969), by Kurt Vonnegut
83. Snow Crash (1992), by Neal Stephenson
84. The Sot-Weed Factor (1960), by John Barth
85. The Sound and the Fury (1929), by William Faulkner
86. The Sportswriter (1986), by Richard Ford
87. The Spy Who Came in From the Cold (1964), by John le Carre
88. The Sun Also Rises (1926), by Ernest Hemingway
89. Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937), by Zora Neale Hurston
90. Things Fall Apart (1959), by Chinua Achebe
91. To Kill a Mockingbird (1960), by Harper Lee
92. To the Lighthouse (1927), by Virginia Woolf
93. Tropic of Cancer (1934), by Henry Miller
94. Ubik (1969), by Philip K. Dick
95. Under the Net (1954), by Iris Murdoch
96. Under the Volcano (1947), by Malcolm Lowry
97. Watchmen (1986), by Alan Moore & Dave Gibbons
98. White Noise (1985), by Don DeLillo
99. White Teeth (2000), by Zadie Smith
100. Wide Sargasso Sea (1966), by Jean Rhys