Message in a Bottle
Summer is All About BIG Books

When we sat down to brainstorm our June newsletter, Roger, James, and I wanted to make a list of good summer reading. The question we struggled with was, what is summer reading about? Is it romance? Fluffy comedy? Edge-of-your-seat suspense? Biography? Could be any of those, depending on the individual. But what we all agreed on was that the most memorable summer reading is the big, fat, book you lug everywhere with you for months on end. During the year, we get busy with work, school, and family and most people are lucky to make it through a 200 pager. In the summer, things lighten up. We go on vacation. We sit by the pool. There are more hours of sun in the day. And therefore, we can read more. So it makes sense to set a summer goal of reading a big honkin’ tome that you’ve been meaning to conquer for ages.

The Pillars of the EarthOur list includes some new titles that have already left an indelible mark on the collective readership (1Q84, The Art of Fielding), a fantasy classic (Game of Thrones), sweeping historical fiction (The Crimson Petal and the White), a panoramic novel set in India and one of my personal favorites of all time (A Fine Balance), and more. But honestly, the list is just a jumping off point. What I’d really like to recommend is more specific to you as an individual and where you are in your life at this moment. Because I guarantee that if you pick out a huge book to tackle, you will always remember that the summer of 2012 was that year you had your house remodeled and you spent the hours between choosing door hardware and window casings escaping all your anxieties between the pages of The Pillars of the Earth. (Somehow a house remodel seems less stressful compared to building the greatest Gothic cathedral the world has ever known.)

What I don’t recommend is any huge self-help book that’s going to make you feel inadequate. Save that for fall or even for January New Year’s resolutions. This is summer, after all. Be with your family, enjoy the outdoors, and by all means, laugh and cry with an epic novel that you can brag about conquering for the rest of the year.

—Miriam

Books on a Plane

Warning: This post contains a few minor spoilers for The Art of Fielding and A Prayer for Owen Meany.

The Hunger GamesThe Hunger Games

On a recent cross-country flight, I looked around and realized that everyone was reading either The Hunger Games or Catching Fire. The phenomenon reminded me of a trip to Hawaii in 2010 when everyone and their mother by the pool had their nose in The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest or The Girl Who Played With Fire. Basically, the phenomenon confirmed something I already knew: we read like lemmings. There’s no better advertisement than the sight of fifteen noses in one place buried in the same book.

(A note on the images: 1) You can buy eBooks directly from Island Books, so don’t forget to support the little guys! and 2) that is not me in the photo. That’s teen celeb Miley Cyrus, who tweeted this picture of herself, thus influencing thousands of tweens to pick up the book.)

In the age of e-books, other people’s book choices are not always obvious. But I think it’s fair to assume that for every five copies of the same book on one flight, there’s at least one more of the same title on someone’s e-reader. Now to be fair, both at the pool and on a plane are places where many people who never have time or energy to read a book get their chance. So I knew I was looking at a different cross-section of readers than the regulars at Island Books. I suspect many of them bought their copy of The Hunger Games at the airport.

The Art of FieldingSince everyone was eagerly lapping up Katniss’s adventures, when I sat down and opened my copy of The Art of Fielding, I was surprised when the man next to me leaned over and asked what my book was about. “Well,” I said, “it’s sort of about baseball, but mainly about a young man’s coming-of-age at a small college in the Midwest and the relationships that define him.”

"Oh," said the man. "You’re reading a baseball book?"

"Maybe I oversimplified," I went on. "It’s not exactly about baseball. Everything basically revolves around this one scene. The protagonist, Henry, is the most promising baseball player the school has ever seen and is on his way to the major leagues. But one day he hits a ball that knocks his roommate, Owen, unconscious, and everything supposedly derails from there for all the major characters. I’m not that far into it yet, but supposedly the whole story pivots on one little event."

"That sounds like A Prayer for Owen Meany,” the man said. Of course in that book, a baseball hits someone hard enough to kill them, not just knock them unconscious, but nevertheless, in both stories that one swing of the bat changes everyone’s destiny.

"It does share that kind of a pivotal moment," I agreed. "And Harbach’s style reminds me of John Irving too. He makes literary references and approaches the meaning-of-life questions without being sappy."

"Maybe I’ll read it next," he said, "If I ever find time." He turned back to his copy of The Hunger Games.

"That’s a great book too."

"I’m reading it to keep up with my daughter. She’s obsessed."

"Ah."

We fell silent and drifted back to our books. Over the next three hours, I read deeper and deeper into The Art of Fielding, following the course of the characters’ lives after that one pivotal event. Henry loses his confidence and starts fumbling his games in front of the scouts, the president of the university falls in love with Owen after visiting him in the hospital and they embark on a dangerous affair, and the president’s daughter ends up in a love triangle with Henry and his mentor. Lives appear to crumble, but a new era begins, where each character is able to move forward from what they once were and find a new and better path in life.

We landed and I bent the page to save my place. I had almost finished, but not quite. I squeezed into the aisle feeling as if I’d eaten a satisfying, but lonely, literary meal. It seemed like everyone around me was comparing notes on The Hunger Games. Then, just a few aisles before first class, I saw it. The blue cover with thick white letters, nestled under the arm of an older man with distinguished gray hair and bifocals hanging from a chain around his neck.

"You’re reading The Art of Fielding?” I asked, perhaps a little to excitedly. I held up my copy.

"Indeed," he said, breaking out in a grin. "I’m almost finished. It’s extraordinary, isn’t it? I haven’t enjoyed a first novel so much since The Story of Edgar Sawtelle.”

"Oh, I like this one better than Edgar. And I never read books about baseball. I really like it so far. I already read The Hunger Games and was feeling left out until I saw your book.”

We beamed at each other like long-lost friends. There is nothing quite like discovering a kindred spirit enjoying a book at the same time as you’re reading it.

I walked into the terminal feeling like I liked The Art of Fielding even more than when I was enjoying it alone.

—Miriam