THE BOOKS THAT WOULD ACCOMPANY ME TO A DESERTED ISLAND, WHERE I WOULD SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE CUT OFF FROM PEOPLE AND ALL THE OTHER THINGS NORMALLY NOT FOUND ON DESERTED ISLANDS:
When I was under 30 my list looked something like this:
Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand – because it is long and I thought I was a special individual, above the “masses”.
The Bible – because it is long and mostly inspirational.
Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte – because I liked the rugged, emotionally tormented Heathcliff… so sexy.
Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut – because Kurt Vonnegut was my favorite writer.
Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell – because I fancied myself a Texas “Scarlett” looking for her Rhett.
Under 50 my list was:
The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton – because I loved the doomed romance of it.
Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy – because I loved the doomed romance of it and the element of Russian history.
War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy – because I loved the doomed Russian history.
Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov – because I loved the doomed Humbert Humbert and the Russian Nabokov.
Today my list is:
Charles Dickens’ Complete Works – because it’s time to read the ones I missed and re-read the ones I loved.
Tieta by Jorge Amado – because it is long, witty, political and I loved it.
Mastering the Art of French Cooking by Julia Child – because I don’t want to forget about food on the island.
Don’t Get Too Comfortable and Fraud by David Rakoff – because I would need a good laugh with a witty writer.
If I Were Another by Mahmoud Darwish – because the poetry would keep me busy thinking and feeling.