Best Books of 2007: Fiction

For me, there was no doubt that Larry Brown’s final, unfinished novel is the one that still burns bright. Brown died of a heart attack the day before Thanksgiving in 2004 and this year his long-time publisher delivered the author’s Southern-fried magnum opus. Set in rural Mississippi, A Miracle of Catfish sprawls across a year in the life of about a dozen characters,

The Best American Comics 2007 edited by Chris Ware and Anne Elizabeth Moore (Houghton Mifflin) 368 pages
There are times when I get jaded. Times when I think so much that’s great has been done and even celebrated, how can it ever be competed with? Topped? I guess that’s what annual anthologies are about. Reminding us that there’s new and exciting stuff coming up from sources we hadn’t anticipated, and collecting it between two covers so we can take it out and enjoy it and share whenever the mood strikes. The Best American Comics 2007 is a classic example of that. If you have any affection at all for this artform, this anthology can not help but excite you. Edited by the great white hope of comics, Chris Ware, who does a credible job of setting a mandate for the book: “Any good annual anthology should have a sort of desert island condensation to it; even if every single comic produced between August 2005 and August 2006 suddenly and mysteriously vaporized, this book should still at least hint at what was happening during those months.” I don’t have the space to run down the contents of the book, but let it be said it meets Ware’s goal admirably. There’s enough of a selection here -- broad and deep -- to make both comic and graphic novel lovers’ heads swim. One can only conclude that, for comics, the year documented was a very good one, indeed. -- Lincoln Cho
Beyond the Blue by Andrea MacPherson (Random House Canada) 346 pages
It is Dund

Blaze by Richard Bachman, introduction by Stephen King (Scribner) 304 pages
Finally, in 2007 we got to read Stephen King’s 1973 novel, Blaze, which he released under his pen-name “Richard Bachman.” Blaze is really a novella written in the same haunting style as the work from King’s 1982 collection, Different Seasons, which featured “The Breathing Method,” “Apt Pupil,” “The Body” and “Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption.” In fact, Shawshan

Bridge of Sighs by Richard Russo (Knopf) 544 pages
The author of Mohawk and the Pulitzer-winning Empire Falls, Russo is a master of the small-town novel, a sympathetic observer of the limited vision but big hearts that so often predominate in such environments. Here he gives us the Lynches, a family marked by their contrasts and enriched by the people they come to love and lose over the period of two generations. Russo’s tale unfolds mostly around Louis C. -- or “Lucy” -- Lynch, the 60-year-old heir to a convenience-store empire who, with his wife, is soon headed to Italy to visit a childhood friend, and reliving in the course of it all the traumas that shaped him as much as they did the upstate New York town beyond which he’s never grown. Russo finds humor and humanity in places that other writers wouldn’t even bother to look. He’s an extraordinary talent, even though he favors using certain recognizable sorts of characters in every book. Bridge of Sighs is for readers willing to abandon themselves to expert storytelling, driven equally by character and plot and meandering somewhat in the way of a country creek. As ever, Russo is a writer who makes other writers jealous. -- J. Kingston Pierce
The Dark River by John Twelve Hawks (Doubleday) 384 pages
Speculation over the identity of John Twelve Hawks, shadowy author of the projected Fourth Realm Trilogy, dominated the reception of the first book in this series (2005’s The Traveler) and seems to have led reviewers to cold-shoulder its sequel, The Dark River. That’s a damn shame, because these books are some of the best futurist fiction around. Anyone who follows the cyber-ficti

The End of the Alphabet by CS Richardson (Doubleday)

Effigy by Alissa York (Random House Canada) 448 pages
Effigy was born when author York read a newspaper article about the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and one of their infamous Canadian communities in Bountiful, British Columbia. “I was shocked to read that the ‘plural wives’ of Bountiful are often littl

Finn: A Novel by Jon Clinch (Random House) 304 pages
Spinning off from Mark Twain’s 1884 classic, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Clinch turns his focus on Huck’s dissolute father, “Pap,” in this truly extraordinary debut novel. Bigoted, violent, cast out from society and thoroughly unapologetic for anything and everything he’s done, the often-heedless Pap must deal here with a fondness for moonshine, a purloined slave of a mistress, a condemnatory progenitor of his own, and the bloated corpse of an African-American woman, murdered and found floating down the broad Mississippi River. That unidentified body begins Finn and is the thread with which Clinch knits together his complex back story to Huckleberry Finn. Don’t be concerned that this is a rewriting of Twain’s book; in fact, it intersects that previous masterpiece at only one obvious point I recognize, and otherwise exists independently and energetically from it, drawing its strength from its author’s own fertile imagination, not merely from the curiosity readers might have about its behind-the-scenes drama. True, this dark yarn isn’t Twain, but then what else is? -- J. Kingston Pierce
Five Skies by Ron Carlson (Viking) 244 pages
Ron Carlson’s novel about three men building a motorcycle stunt ramp in Idaho is quiet -- you can practically hear the wind whistling through the pages. In that silence, you

Graphic Witness: Four Wordless Graphic Novels edited by George A. Walker (Firefly Books) 423 pages
Graphic Witness is at once seminal and historic, a graphic witness, as the title indicates, of the very roots of the graphic novel. Here we have four important stories told in woodcut and without words, collected for us by George A. Walker, himself an award-winning engraver, book designer as well as an author, teacher and illustrator. The messages of the four artists and storytellers represented here are sometimes uneasy. “Wordless novels,” writes Walker, “have often trea

The Great Man by Kate Christensen (Doubleday) 320 pages
Wow. Just: wow. I was completely captivated by this book, and its conceit is so utterly simple that all you writers out there will kick yourselves for not thinking it up first. Famous artist, now dead. Estranged wife. Long-time lover, with child. Ageing sister, also a famous artist. And a pair of biographers who think it’s high time for someone to put the late great artist’s

The Gum Thief by Douglas Coupland (Random House Canada/Bloomsbury USA) 288 pages
The opening line of The Gum Thief provides a pretty good elevator pitch for the book. “A few years ago it occurred to me that everybody past a certain age - -regardless of how they look on the outside -- pretty much constantly dreams of being able to escape from their lives.” This from Roger, fast on middle-age, an “aisles associate” at an office supply store. A novel doesn’t burn inside him exactly. It’s more like it slumbers in there, like a clump of undigested cheese. The other voice we hear belongs to goth girl Bethany: “I’m the dead girl whose locker you spat on somewhere between recess and lunch.” Bethany also works at Staples and the two strike up an unlikely relationship. This is a simplistic enough description of the book that it doesn’t even begin to cover it, yet how to do it justice without proper room to share the nuance, the subtleties, the strange delights of a Douglas Coupland novel? Suffice it to say that if you’ve enjoyed Coupland in the past -- Generation X, jPod, Shampoo Planet, so many others -- you will like this one, as well. If you’ve never tasted Coupland, The Gum Thief is as good a place to start any. The sharp wit, the stylish phrasing, the journey that’s as pleasurable as the destination, The Gum Thief is just as Coupland as it gets. -- Linda L. Richards
Heyday by Kurt Andersen (Random House) 640 pages
Former Spy m

The Last Novel by David Markson (Shoemaker & Hoard) 220 pages
A new literary genre is slowly unfolding. Not since French filmmaker/writer Alain Robbe-Grillet penned his “new novel” back in the 1950s has there been an anti-novel movement like this. Markson started writing his unusual books in 1996, this being the fourth of what could be called a sort of series. In this work, an elderly author is dying. Lonely, broke, and depressed, he has seen his friends die, his books fall from favour with the critics, and his health deteriorate. The Last Novel is made up of a series of short paragraphs, often just a sentence, as the Novelist, who is never named, ruminates on other writers, scientists, composers, artists and personages: their genius, their harsh treatment by critics, and even occasionally their scandalous behaviour. (You’ll never feel the same way about Mozart again.) It takes a while to fall into the rhythm of this book, but when you do you’ll be entranced. Making the assumption that everything Novelist writes about is true (and I may be wrong) it’s downright amazing that Markham could have all this information in his head. Where could he research all this? Interspersed with comments about people, famous and not, are occasional sentences giving information about the Novelist himself, but you have to look for them. It’s a literary treasure hunt that I found fascinating because, along the way you uncover all kinds of smaller treasures as you hunt for clues. Fortunately it’s a fairly thin book, because one reading is never going to be enough. Like Rap was to music, Markson’s novel could well be to literature. -- Cherie Thiessen
Overclocked by Cory Doctorow (Thunder’s Mouth Press) 285 pages
There’s a reason that Cory Doctorow has gotten to be one of the strongest voices in his field in such a relatively short period: he’s wonderful. He builds worlds so completely, it’s hard sometimes to see where his creation ends and your world begins. Hardcore fans of this writer will probably have seen the six stories collected in Overclocked before. “Anda’s Game,” in which a beleaguered earthbound girl finds success and popularity in the gaming world, was chosen by Michael Chabon for Best American Short Stories 2005. “When Sysadmins Ruled the Earth” was written live and broadcast to Doctorow’s fans via podcast. The affectionately named and genuinely inspired “I, Robot” won the 2005 Locus Award, and was a finalist for both the Hugo and the British Science Fiction Award. However, even fans who have encountered a story before will enjoy the author’s preface to each piece in the collection. A little monologue from Doctorow to get us on our way: this is a super touch, a bit of personal background to ground us before take off. It’s a great collection and just about impossible for me to pick favorites. This is the writer that, just this year, was named one of 250 Young Global Leaders by the World Economic Forum. When you read his fiction, this too makes sense. Doctorow is noted for his deep passion about the Internet as tool for democracy. He cares about people. And he also cares about big, new ideas. Add his very real talent into the mix and you have a writer worth watching. And we are. -- Linda L. Richards
The Post-Birthday World by Lionel Shriver (HarperCollins) 528 pages
A twist on the road not taken: what if, instead, one has the chance to take both? Irina McGovern is a frugal, hard-working children’s book illustrator. Her long term relationship with think-tank consultant Lawrence Trainer is as solid as it is pleasantly dull. Enter Ramsay Acton, famous snooker player, whose wife, Jude, works with Irina. Jude deserts first Irina, then Ramsay. Lawrence, taking pity on Ramsay, invites him to dinner. The attraction between Irina and Ramsay is undeniable, leaving Irina to decide the which of two good men is the better. Here the narrative forks, alternating chapters: life with Lawrence, life with Ramsay. The first is sexually fizzled but settled, a life of healthy meals and successful work. Life with Ramsay is tumultuous, a rampant sexual romp set in the endless hotels snookers players inhabit while touring. Shriver slides in a great deal about expatriate life -- Irina and Lawrence are Americans living in London -- world politics, and the ways popcorn and chilies, frugality and frivolity, the competing demands of intellect and body -- can collide with bittersweet, unexpected results. -- Diane Leach
The Terror by Dan Simmons (Little, Brown and Company) 784 pages
Two of my favorite films are The Thing from Another World (1951) and its remake/reworking, John Carpenter’s The Thing (1982), which were based on a science-fiction story, “Who Goes There?” by John W. Campbell. All are set within the Arctic Circle. So I was amused to read that Simmons dedicated his latest book to the cast, writers and directors of the 1951 movie version. The reason is that The Terror shares its theme, location and atmosphere with that frigidly terrifying big-screen production. Simmons is a writer who I have followed for many years, as he’s penned award-winning horror fiction, science fiction and crime thrillers. The Terror seems to be a culmination of his work, and probably his most ambitious book, because it is studiously researched, written in period flavor and rich beyond belief in terms of its historical backdrop. The plot fictionalizes the account of a real British expedition in the 1840s to find the fabled “Northwest Passage” through to the Arctic. Two ships set off -- the HMS Erebus and the HMS Terror. The bone-gripping cold and ice are only two of the frights that the mariners face, for rotting food, disease, threat of mutiny and a creature trapped on the frozen ice start to pare down the ranks of participants in this unholy mission. The expedition is led by Captains John Franklin (on the Erebus) and Francis Crozier (commanding the Terror), and interestingly the book makes much of the class distinctions that were commonplace in those times. The most remarkable aspects of this novel, though, are its writing style and its atmospherics. I had to turn the heating up when I sat down with Simmons’ story, because reading about the cold weather that locked the two tall-masted ships in the polar ice actually gave me goosebumpy chills. On top of those were added metaphysical chills. After Simmons’ mariners leave their ships, they encounter an Eskimo man and woman, the latter of whom is mute, her tongue appearing to have been sliced out. Then comes the sound of a monster from somewhere out on the limitless, featureless ice, howling in concert with the wind. The superstitious mariners come to believe that this Eskimo woman is some kind of witch, drawing the monster toward them. Despite its doorstopper size, and heavy use of description, The Terror moves at a fair pace. I’d surmise that this novel was a labor of love for Simmons, who got the chance to invent his own circumstances around the fate of Franklin and his crew, who were last seen by other Europeans in July 1845. If you want a book to trap you for more than a few hours, with a most unconventional plot, The Terror is it. Just know that your heating bill will increase when you crack the spine of this hefty tome, because the chills inside are real. -- Ali Karim
Wife in the Fast Lane by Karen Quinn (Simon & Schuster) 448 pages
In Wife in the Fast Lane, former Olympic champion Christy Hayes, now the success

That all comes crashing down a few months later when Maria, Christy’s housekeeper and confidant, dies suddenly, leaving Christy to raise her 11-year-old granddaughter. Michael refuses to get involved in young Renata Ruiz’ life, reminding Christy of their agreement. As if that weren’t enough to send Christy into a funk, her business partner and best friend, Kathleen, stabs her in the back, ousting her from Baby G, a female newspaper reporter is set on breaking up her marriage, and the PTA at the private school she chooses for Renata is headed by the Stepford mother-from-hell. Wife in the Fast Lane is an example of chick lit at its best. Christy’s attempts to become the perfect wife and mother using the same leadership skills that failed her at her first career are misguided and hilarious, and the completely contrived happy ending will satisfy this genre’s fans everywhere. -- Mary Ward Menke
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2 Comments:
Just wondering if anyone responsible for selecting the "Best Books of 2007: Fiction" on this site ever reads any books by Asian-American, Chicano, Native-American and African-American writers, or writers from other countries or parts of the world, besides North America or Europe. This list just seems to be the end result of an ongoing and rather tiresome Euro- and Western-centric myopia and bias regarding books (among other things).
I guess this is a logical extension of Ralph Ellison's conception of "invisibility." If one cannot actually "see" the people, I suppose it is just that much more difficult to "see" their books or to take them seriously.
Your supposition is offensive on so many levels, I don't even know where to begin. But I'll leave it with this: you seem to suggest that, when considering which books they liked best, the contributors of this magazine should consider the race of the writers in question. We did not. So when I look at your rant, the first thing I think is: is it true? Are the books in the 2007 January Magazine best of fiction all by white writers? And, to be honest, I'm still not sure it's true. If it is, it's an abberation: that hasn't been true in other years. Nor is it true throughout the segments, so I can see why you've focused on fiction.
Please: save your venom for a venue where it would be more appropriate and perhaps even needed. Because January celebrates literature, full stop. To start including books or writers because we must or because we should defeats the purpose and beauty of that celebration. If you want to further your cause, why not tell us if the books we should have picked. Or, perhaps, the books you would have picked had you been asked. That's a better exercise, I think. What were your favorite books of 2007?
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