Books of 2018

Always a challenge to compose end-of-the-year best & worst reads list, but here I go.

 

Best Fiction

  1. Lincoln in the Bardo by George Saunders 
  2. Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston
  3. In the Country of Last Things by Paul Auster
  4. The October Country by Ray Bradbury
  5. Perfume: The Story of a Murderer by Patrick Süskind
  6. The Dinner by Herman Koch

 

 

Best Nonfiction

  1. Wanderlust: A History of Walking by Rebecca Solnit
  2. Ten Arguments for Deleting Your Social Media Accounts Right Now by Jaron Lanier
  3. Bad Blood: Secrets and Lies in a Silicon Valley Startup by John Carreyrou

 

 

 

Favourite Children’s Literature

  1. The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame
  2. Holes by Louis Sachar
  3. When You Reach Me by Rebecca Stead

 

 

 

 

 

Most Disappointing Reads

  1. Good Omens by Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman
  2. The Bookshop by Penelope Fitzgerald
  3. Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari

 

 

 

 

Special Mentions

  1. Some of the Best From Tor.com: 2016 Edition
  2. Tenth of December by George Saunders
  3. Himalaya by Michael Palin
  4. An Ember in the Ashes by Sabaa Tahir
  5. The Word for World is Forest by Ursula K. Le Guin
  6. A Choice of Gods by Clifford D. Simak
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Good Omens by Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman

★☆☆☆☆ (1/5)

What a wreck of a book.

Very rarely have I been this eager to get done with a book and proceed to writing a scathing review that does justice to the abominable creation that comes out of one’s allegedly “creative” mind. This is my second book by Neil Gaiman (granted this one is a collaboration), but my God am I glad that I will never be going near another Gaiman again. The first one, Neverwhere, was equally infantile and tedious. This one, even more so. The plot was disjointed as if snippets of plot points were strung together with no concern for coherence. The characterization was bizarre, including the minor characters who would pop up only to never return again. The so called “comedy” in the story only made me sigh and think of the time when I’d be finishing this ghastly book and returning to sanity.

Good Omens is just one of those books which, if I had missed on reading, would’ve had no substantial effect on my life. It is neither “genius craft” nor a “deep treatise” on religion or philosophy. It seems like a book written for the heck of it, to show the gall and arrogance of minds who without fully understanding the notions they are playing with, are keen to put out a book. Perhaps the most jolting thing of all is the wild popularity of such smut, especially with the younger generation. The sheer mindlessness of it all is, quite frankly, a bit terrifying.

As for the “entertaining” bit, I couldn’t find any since the story droned on and on. I went into this book with an open mind, a fair chance, a level playing field since I really wanted to like Gaiman’s books. But so far this hasn’t worked for me and I doubt I’ll be going for American Gods now. So goodbye Gaiman and hello Dickens.

PS: What was with all the pretentious footnotes? Was this a novel or a research paper?