While I love novels of every shape and size (including long novels), I do agree with Ian McEwan’s adoration for the short novel (and the novella):
"I do love this form, the idea that we are sitting down to a book that you could read at one sitting, or within three hours much as you might go to a movie or opera or long play…It’s a form I adore actually."
In celebration of that form, here are some of my favorite short novels:
Extraordinary Renditions by Andrew Ervin (technically three novellas, but still)
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald (I know, I know, it’s on every list, but still)
Too Loud a Solitude by Bohumil Hrabal (another LB recommendation)
(I’m certain I’ll add more to this list as I remember them. For now…it’s a start. Most links are courtesy of greenlightbklyn.)
I’m remembering my father. I think of him often, daily it seems, but I don’t often remember him, in the way one does when something has gone. It has been twenty-two years, but on this day, each year, I remember him. The other days, the thousands that have passed since, I think of him. He is present, and I am content.