Books like Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog — picked by fans

As the song goes: “It ain’t whacha say, it’s the way how’s ya say it.” And that’s what I love about all five of these books. It isn’t exactly the place, or the time, or a particular character; it’s the style. 

Joyce’s early stories, though, do cast magic over a certain time and place and make them come alive as if they were written yesterday.

The Dead, probably the best known of them, and made into a touching movie (John Houston’s last), is a great example of the feeling Joyce could evoke in us, the readers, with the carefully chosen words of a poet.

I love this book because it forced me to take sharp notice of Hemingway.

No, it wasn’t the big novels, the ones that had become best-sellers; they were everywhere. But when this book fell into my lap, it made me want to dig right into him. It’s his earliest collection of stories, and though Hemingway said once that they were interconnected, critics then and now disagree.

I think they’re great because they show the early manifestations of what he coined “the iceberg theory” of good writing—writing that forced me, one day, standing in a bookstore, reading the last few pages of A Farewell to Arms, twenty years or so after reading the book for the first time, to fairly nearly weep.

I am intrigued by these stories and have read a number of them a number of times.

There is universal acclaim for Fitzgerald’s masterpiece, The Great Gatsby, and these stories display those same qualities that created Gatsby.

One of my favorites is “The Rich Boy,” and one that I would recommend to every reader. Such clarity of mind, soul, and taste expressed in this story in particular makes great, gripping writing. I am even impressed by the stories written expressly for the magazines (every story can’t be a masterpiece).

O’Connor’s stories reveal good and evil as clearly as if viewed by a jeweler—through the loupe.

What she observed in the world around her, she expressed with clarity, and such reflections are not easily absorbed. They are deep and sometimes horrifying. Sometimes she actually made me uncomfortable by forcing me to feel slight touches of... perhaps not evil, but malicious or malevolent impulses residing in much of mankind.

Strange, too, is her ability to show irony and amusement in the great human comedy. I find her stories impossible to turn away from.

There cannot be a more brilliant or more shattering evocation of what it feels like to gradually realise you are forgetting yourself and vanishing from your own life: the mind observes the mind’s deterioration. Bernleff’s pioneering novel, published in 1984, follows the journey of its narrator Maarten from the first days of confusion into a darkness of self-loss. A beautiful, poignant masterpiece about memory and forgetting. 

Red Square, Black Square is a unique, fragmented “postmodern” critique of Russian avant-garde and revolutionary ideas that bleeds into a deconstruction of Soviet ersatz culture that took its cue from them.

It combines horror and comedy, seriousness and self-satire, and itself partakes of the style and language (as well as the punning wit) of the avant-garde. I found it challenging and fun to read and full of surprises.

Mansfield is another pioneering, modernist writer, whose psychologically driven characters have sudden epiphanies. Insights of this kind are extremely difficult to make credible in stories yet she invariably succeeds. Understanding how she pulls this off enriched my understanding of how plots work and how personalities are depicted. I might also add that I am married to a New Zealand and some time in that country, so nice to have a local, so to speak, author.

Fun Home is Alison Bechdel’s most famous work (and it is phenomenal), but this one captured my heart. While the former focuses on her father, here Bechdel turns her focus on her relationship with her mother, weaving in a lot of psychoanalysis and modernist literature.

Bechdel’s characteristic intricacy and attention to detail are on full display, and the frequent inclusion of dreams and their interpretation (a particular interest of mine) make the whole book feel almost surreal yet completely grounded.

I first read They Were Defeated over thirty years ago, and recently reread to see if it had the power to move me still today. It does. Set in 1641, in Devonshire and Cambridge at the very brink of the Civil War, it reads like a love letter to a lost world, where the poets and Platonists are illuminated in already fading light, beautifully and tenderly observed. Rose Macaulay wrote that she had done her best "to make no person in this work use in conversation any word, phrase or idiom" not used at the time. "Ghosts of words," she calls them, after Thomas Browne. An astonishing feat in the pre-digital age. Yet the language of her ghosts is clear and true and natural. And the still moment, at the very heart of her heart-breaking story, transcends the factions that surround it and stays fixed for all time. This is… show more.

If you doubt poetry’s power to sweep you up and bring you to tears, you must read Burleigh’s deep dive into Langston Hughes’ inspiration for his famous poem, “The Negro Speaks of Rivers”. You’ll take this story to heart and keep it there. I got the chills from the author’s note, which explains that Burleigh’s goal was to explore “the moment when Langston Hughes came to believe in himself as a writer” – and have that moment inspire others. In vibrant, poetic prose perfect for reading aloud, Burleigh begins with Hughes celebrating his first book.

In a flashback, Hughes, on a train, muses over his personal history. As the train crosses the Mississippi, he reaches further back into his people’s history, until he entwines those strands into one gorgeous, resonant work of art.