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The Best Novels You’ve Never Heard Of Part One

Bard and Muse are on a mission to uncover the scarcely-known masterpieces of literature. Each week we will add five books which are not as famous as they should be. Please let us know what you think should be on the list by using the contact form.

Not everything gets its just rewards. If history is written by the victors then literary history is surely written by the commemorated whilst the swathes of the forgotten lurk in the great sea of lost erudition; unseen, unsung, scarcely read.

Literature’s lost heroes, characters, twists and turns number no less than the real-life nearly-men of science, adventure, expedition and war. There are, quite simply, boundless great books which remain practically disclosed to the public forever, barred from ever seeing the light of day, eternally tortured through the punishment of not being read. Nor is this tragedy the work of some unscrupulous publisher keeping such works buried in the vaults of time. Mostly, these lost works appear lost through sheer, nonsensical, unpredictable bad luck- or at least due to a range of reasons nobody really understands. So, are there countless other Macbeth’s and Don Quixote’s surrendered to the cemetary of time, or to coin a phrase from Carlos Ruiz Zafon, the Cemetary of Lost Books? Well, I don’t know, but there are certainly some greats that have been long forgotten.

Ship of Fools by Katherine Ann-Porter may be just one such forlorn castaway. It’s a story of a cruise ship and its eclectic cast of passengers; the voyage becomes a crucible of tension, irrevocably changing each passenger singularly and collectively. Perhaps a director in the future may stumble upon it and turn it into a new Titanic with a mystery twist? And why not, it would surely surpass the countless Agatha Christie mysteries which appear on the box but then again, it not by Agatha Christie. It most ceetainly is however, two things; brilliant and scarcely known. Those same directors might be advised to excavate further, slip upon a stool and crash into another shelf in the Cemetary of Lost Books and topple over Samurai Shortstop by Alan Gratz, a charming tale of an emigrant Japanese boy who uses his samurai training to extraordinary effect, taking the baseball league by storm.

If they searched even further their lamplight might carry them too an even more lamentable woe. The House of the Spirits by Anabel Allende,  should be as famous as A Hundred Years of Solitude, but obviously it isn’t. It is a stunning novel full of the magic realism which brought ….Solitude   such acclaim. The tragic tale spans four generations of an aristocratic Chilean family. It is an analogy of Chilean history in the twentieth century- Allende’s own father had

If not in the Cemetery could Waterstone’s be a protectorate of these forgotten books? Well, maybe, but you would have to special order them and to do that you would have to have heard of them in the first place. No mean feat when the title and author has been forgotten. If you are searching though Wittgenstein’s Mistress by David Markson is an essential novel which blurs reality and fiction into a truly stark conclusion- it relates, via strangely scribbled memoirs, the story of a woman battling madness, convinced she is the last creature on earth- the reader never discovers whether this is due to her madness or not.

There are of course many, many, more forgotten and hardly-known books which makes the compiling of a ‘Top Ten Forgotten Books’ list a rather fruitless endeavour. Still, what strikes most personally is that we all surely have a few precious books which we realize we have read and that not many other people have. This, in a strange way, makes us champion these precious books in the same way a small cult film can be championed in the heated conversations of late party’s- ‘you’ve gotta see this film…… well you’ve gotta read this book too..’ perhaps should be our riposte. So, if you have read an obscure, forgotten book you should champion it; resurrect it from its nameless grave.

Long Reads

Everyone who reads books (probably far less of us than ever before) have certain hang-us. You know, when you’re on a train or plane and you see that smug looking person with the Forbidden Fruit or the Nazi Gold. Half the Amazon just sprawled out in their ink stained fingers. You hate them. You hate them for their patience and their high-brow learning and their capacity to endure where you cant even begin. What the hell am I talking about? I’m talking about the pleasures and pains of reading very long books.

That girl is reading War and Peace, that man is reading Les Miserables and that prize  poodle is even reading Don Quixote. There is something bamboozingly preposterous about reading one of those epics in public isn’t there? I have failed with most attempts made in private and I genuinely  struggle to get past page 450 EVEN if I’m enjoying a particular book.

Perhaps its my commitment issues. I go for short and intense whirlwind romances with my leafy printed lovers and I feel their deaths when they are done. They are fleeting however, and the epics I do not read would be too much like marriage. Three months is too long to get divorced and 1000 pages would take me about 3 months (I’m quite a slow reader but even so).

So should our best books be shorter, more self contained, less demanding efforts upon our readers? Or is a good book exactly as long as a piece of string and 500 pages of masterly literature is better than 300 pages of masterly literature? I’m not so sure- I think I’ll die without having read some of the ‘big ones’. But maybe that’s not so bad. It is surely better to read a lot more smaller books than plough through one of the ‘biggies’ in the hope of putting a notch on your belt (yes us bookies are that sad).

Reading should not be a chore, even if it requires a lot of effort. My own advice; don’t ever let the author get away with anything less than meeting precisely your own demands of excellence as erstwhile reader- if it’s too long then it’s too long, even if the final page of  Anna Karenina feels like the daughter you never had- smug gits! As E.M. Forster said, ‘One always tends to over praise a long book, simply because one has got through it’

With the advent of e-books and with an overflow of instant technology, the days of vast sandwich-box books may even be numbered. Even a well read Vicky Pollard could shriek, ‘Gone with the Wind,  but that’s 5 gigabytes of storage and 50 hours reading time! But it would only take 3 and half hours to watch on DVD!’

E-books; What’s The Story Part 2

It was May 2011, nine months ago, when online retail giant Amazon announced that sales of digital books for the Kindle had surpassed sales of print books for the first time; 105 e-books for every 100 prints to be precise. The news was interpreted as momentous in certain quarters, but played down in others. It was, at least, a breakthrough in Amazon explicitly talking about its e-book sales. The ordinarily secretive Amazon went one further last Christmas, where we learnt a little more about the health of Kindle’s sales. It was by far one of the popular Christmas gifts in the UK as ‘one in 40 adults received the e-reader’. Illuminatingly, the over-55s were twice as likely to receive a Kindle than those aged 18-24. A further announcement was made by Amazon in January 2012-though they withheld exact sales figures for the Kindle Fire- when they claimed overall sales figures revealed a 177% year-on-year increase across the entire Kindle family. Not bad then; or is it?

There are two issues at stake here; one is the behind-the-scenes mechanisations of Amazon with its reluctance to release product-by-product, quarter-by-quarter sales for its product line of Kindles. The second issue is more generally about e-publishing’s transparency and the consequences of non-released sales figures in affecting predictive trends in genre and market.

The first issue- why the hell does Amazon package the sales of each product into ‘overall’ sales. Is the latest model Kindle Fire a turkey? No it isn’t. Then why not prove it? It’s strange after all. Apple, Microsoft, Virgin- all monolith companies like Amazon- tout their product sales figures with glee. If Apple can say how many iPads have been sold surely Amazon could counter-punch with what is certainly healthy, if undisclosed, Kindle figures.

So if it’s not through embarrassment at a technological turkey what other motive could be at play? Are they adding to the mystique of the Kindle product line; ‘the Kindle Fire-just how many people own one? We won’t tell you’ As mystiques go it’s pretty uncompelling. Might then Amazon be doing so well out of the Kindle they think its best not to disclose sales figures? Well, that doesn’t make much sense either since certain Kindle products have performed below expectations in the past.

The secrecy surrounding the Kindle may have something to do with the inter-connectedness the Kindle has to other products within Amazon’s portfolio- the Kindle was sold at a loss in two consecutive quarters in the expectation it would fuel demand for various other Amazon products- hence the Kindle Fire was both a best seller and a loss leader. That’s okay so long as the Kindle’s sales truly does drive demand for Amazon’s the products. Some analysts estimate the Kindle Fire generates over $100 in revenue per customer on other product sales, but this has been disputed. Are Kindle sales hidden amongst the wider retail package perhaps? Hmmmm, the cost of producing Amazon’s product line should be relatively low; latest models are still using only basic technology. It should be making a loss and it probably isn’t now its more established.

Most likely, the Kindle’s sales secrecy is a by-product of iAMazon’s war against Apple.The Kindle needs not only to challenge (and win) against the Apple products of today but tomorrow as well. And the next day too. Corporate mind games, where profits and losses are kept strictly within the corporate loop.

Still, it’s worth remembering that Amazon are Amazon and not Apple or Virgin. They did not start off in this world as a ‘gadget company’ but rather as the online champions of cheap printed books. Perhaps they still don’t think like a gadget company and so, since the outset, they have been very hush-hush about Kindle sales.

Point Two; the consequences of not knowing who’s reading what and in what quantities. Digital sales, staggeringly, are not collated. Just what we’re reading then is not entirely known. This clearly poses problems for prospective publishers and writers alike as potential growth markets remain undisclosed. Just how closely the e-book market Top Ten Bestsellers resembles print book’s counterpart is similarly unknown or at least was until last month, when Amazon revealed five of its top-selling books- but without the sales figures attached. There is a growing concern that assessing the market is becoming increasingly difficult and the problems caused therein are still being worked out.

However, some things can be known about the murky world of online book sales. Certain genres, it is widely thought, are doing particularly well with the advent of the e-book. Woman’s fiction is particularly healthy and healthy amongst men too-the anonymous, portable black device less circumspect than that oversized pink cover of Diary of A Call Girl. This is not surprising; e-books look cool. They just do. They have taken the image of public reading, or rather reading in public and given it a facelift. It is an accessory; an image; a status thing-exactly what it was always meant to be.