Thursday, February 18, 2010

Not Exactly the 10 I'd Have Chosen


I did post a Valentine cartoon, but I didn't post anything book-y about Valentine's Day. However, I just ran across a list of Ten Great Novels of Love on the blog of the Florida Center for the Literary Arts at Miami Dade College and couldn't resist posting them here to see what you think about the choices.


Blog author Chauncy Mabe writes: Here’s my beginners’ list of Ten Great Novels of Love, just to get the conversation started. These are given in the order I thought of them, no qualitative ranking is implied.

1. Lolita, by Vladimir Nabokov. Yes, this is a story about pedophilia, but Humbert Humbert, while a genuine comic villain, is a most romantic pedophile.

2. Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. Including this title is so obvious, it’s like saying the sky is blue. Still, its greatness transcends its popularity, and it may be the only novel on this list with a genuine happy ending.

3. Gone with the Wind, by Margaret Mitchell. Darden Pyron, author of Southern Daughter, a biography of Mitchell, convinced me that GWTW is that rare popular novel that also has literary merit. Interestingly, in his landmark book The Mask of Sanity, pioneering psychiatrist Hervey Cleckley analyzed Scarlett O’Hara as a prime example of a psychopathic personality.

4. The French Lieutenant’s Woman, by John Fowles. Despite some modernist literary trickery, this is one of my personal favorites.

5. Giovanni’s Room, by James Baldwin. Still a young black firebrand, Baldwin risked his career when he published this daring story of gay love in 1956.

6. Madame Bovary, by Gustav Flaubert. One of the greatest of all time, Flaubert’s novel of Emma’s doomed search for romantic love is, with its emphasis on personal identity and fulfillment, possibly the first 20th century novel. It was published in 1856.

7. The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Yes, I know this is really Nick Carraway’s story, but Gatsby’s pining for Daisy Buchanan is the engine that drives the plot.

8. A Farewell to Arms, by Ernest Hemingway. An axiom of literature is that the biggest romantics are always the tough guys. I could as easily have listed The Sun Also Rises or For Whom the Bell Tolls. The late dialogue between Henry and Catherine goes on and on and on, and gets pretty funny at times, surely not Hemingway’s intention, but it’s a great love story nonetheless.

9. Emma, Who Saved My Life, by Wilton Barnhardt. Another personal favorite, and another story of unrequited love. Published in 1989, it’s one of the best coming-of-age-in-NYC novels I’ve ever read. Hilarious, too. It never gets the attention it deserves.

10. The Unbearable Lightness of Being, by Milan Kundera. The story of a philandering doctor during the blooming freedoms of the Prague Spring, it’s a novel unlike any other in my experience, with it’s digressive mixture of intellectual power, romance, sex, liberty.

11. Okay, I’m cheating, but I can’t end a list like this without mentioning Lawrence Durrell’s Alexandria Quartet, four novels that tell the same stories from different points of view. Set in Egypt during the ’30s and ’40s, it’s central love affair is that of an impoverished English writer and a rich and beautiful Jewish socialite. It’s possibly the most romantic thing I’ve ever read.

I’ve left out a world of great love novels. What are some of yours?

3 comments:

Jonathan G. Reinhardt said...

Things I laughed about, and not in a good way:

"Humbert Humbert, while a genuine comic villain, is a most romantic pedophile." (Right he is.)

"its greatness transcends its popularity" (Right it does.)

"Flaubert’s novel of Emma’s doomed search for romantic love is, with its emphasis on personal identity and fulfillment, possibly the first 20th century novel" (If one more person tells me that their favorite 19th century novel is really, honestly the first real novel of some sort or another and says this with this much ignorant panache, I'm going to laugh in their face really loudly and start mentioning to everyone at the party how they're really the first literary critic, just go ask.)

"one of the best coming-of-age-in-NYC novels I’ve ever read" (1. I didn't know coming of age in NYC was so special it deserves its own genre, and 2. That's probably why I've never heard of the genre, or this book.)

"it’s a novel unlike any other in my experience, with it’s digressive mixture of intellectual power, romance, sex, liberty." (I share John Crace's take, see here: http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2009/dec/18/digested-classic-unbearable-lightness-being-kundera)

"It’s central love affair is that of an impoverished English writer and a rich and beautiful Jewish socialite." (Sort of like impoverished New York writers and rich and beautiful Jewish socialites, I imagine. Let's play guessing games which one the author of the list imagines herself to be.)

ARGH. I should just mind my own business.

Stephanie said...

Isn't "romantic pedophile" an oxymoron?

Jonathan G. Reinhardt said...

Maybe she meant Romantic pedophile. That could work?

Plus, come to think of it, one of my students just wrote a paper about pedophilia, and Humbert Humbert actually isn't one, medical-psychologically speaking. He's a hebephile, which is apparently normal, just not socially acceptable. Go figure.

But romantic... IDK.