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Random Favorite Reads of Freeque's From 2010

FAVORITE NOVELLA(s):

Travesty by John Hawkes
Miss Lonelyhearts by Nathanael West

Travesty Miss Lonelyhearts

FAVORITE SHORT STORY COLLECTION(s):

The Collected Stories of Deborah Eisenberg by Deborah Eisenberg
The Stories of Breece D'J' Pancake by Breece D'J' Pancake
Girl With Curious Hair by David Foster Wallace

The Collected Stories of Deborah Eisenberg  The Stories of Breece D'J Pancake

FAVORITE FIRST NOVEL:

Hard Rain Falling by Don Carpenter

Hard Rain Falling (New York Review Books Classics)

FAVORITE MILITARY READ:

The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien

The Things They Carried

FAVORITE CLASSIC:

Notes from Underground by Fyodor Dostoyevski

Notes from Underground

FAVORITE LITERARY NOVEL(s):

Living to Tell by Antonya Nelson
Merciless Beauty by Sam Eisenstein 

Living to Tell: A Novel Merciless Beauty (Green Integer)

FAVORITE MEMOIR(s):

Digging Deeper: A Memoir of the Seventies by Peter Weissman
Confessions of an English Opium-Eater by Thomas De Quincey
Cherry by Mary Karr

Digging Deeper - A Memoir Of The Seventies Confessions of an English Opium Eater (Penguin Classics) Cherry 

FAVORITE ESSAY COLLECTION(s)

Take the Cannoli: Stories from the New World by Sarah Vowell
Finding a Form: Essays by William H. Gass

Take the Cannoli : Stories From the New World (Paperback)  Finding a Form: Essays 


FAVORITE POLITICAL READ:

Tiananmen Diary: Thirteen Days in June by Harrison E. Salisbury


Tiananmen Diary: Thirteen Days in June 


FAVORITE MACABRE READ(s):


The Totem by David Morrell
The Descent by Jeff Long

Totem The Descent

FAVORITE DARK FANTASY:

Wraeththu by Storm Constantine

Wraeththu

FAVORITE NOIR(s):

Imperial Bedrooms by Bret Easton Ellis
The Postman Always Rings Twice by James M. Cain 

Imperial Bedrooms The Postman Always Rings Twice 

FAVORITE LITERARY THRILLER:


The Same River Twice by Ted Mooney

The Same River Twice

FAVORITE LITERARY CRITICISM:

Elegant Complexity: A Study of David Foster Wallace and Infinite Jest by Greg Carlisle 

Elegant Complexity: A Study of David Foster Wallace's Infinite Jest 

FAVORITE BOOKS I RE-READ IN 2010:

Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace
Jesus' Son: Stories by Denis Johnson
Last Vanities by Fleur Jaeggy

Infinite Jest Jesus' Son: Stories Last Vanities

BOOKS I DIDN'T FINISH THAT FELT LIKE THEY WOULD BECOME FAVORITES ONCE I FINISHED THEM:

Skippy Dies by Paul Murray
Miss MacIntosh, My Darling by Marguerite Young
Dostoyevsky: A Writer in His Time by Joseph Frank 

Skippy Dies: A Novel Miss MacIntosh, My Darling (Volume 1) Dostoevsky: A Writer in His Time

MY ALL-AROUND FAVORITE READ OF THE YEAR:

Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace 

Infinite Jest 

It's even better the third time around



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