For whatever reason I’m seeing a lot of people in my Substack feed reading Middlemarch and War & Peace right now. This guy wrote a whole piece about the current Middlemarch wave, which includes Matt Yglasias’ piece;
is saying, of War & Peace, “to think I might have died without having read it.” Writing of the recent Odyssey discourse, Lincoln Michel, “More than just great, the classics are always far weirder, hornier, and funnier than their reputations.” I agree that classics are usually incredibly good, to a surprising degree, and that, in general, classics are, in most circles, actually underrated, because every generation thinks they’re living through a super unique time, because they don’t know the first thing about what human experience in the past was like, because they haven’t read the classics.1However, beware. Not all classics are good. Some are bad. For example, I just finished certified Classic The Red and the Black, for my goddamn book club where we always pick the worst books explore literature’s underappreciated gems, and I have to admit that some Classics are Bad, Actually. It would be a real shame if you got all enthusiastic about classics but then ran out and picked up, for example, Jude the Obscure, which is insanely boring, so below is my definitive list of Good and Bad Classics.
4 things:
These are all original assessments; many if not most of these books I read between 18-23, as a cognitive science major with no interest in the kind of academic analysis
skewers here; I was looking for pleasure and good company.Relatedly, an asterisk (*) denotes a title that I suspect is unlikely to cause pleasure unless mixed with the levels of testosterone typically found in a male of that age.
Sort of relatedly: the list is very male-heavy; this is partly because I’m a man, but also because, as far as I can tell, men used to write most of the good books; these days, women write most of the good books.
I included, randomly, some ‘modern classics’, because they were in the lists of classics I was using to create my list. If this gets people to read them, I think it justifies the chaos.
So:
Good classics, i.e. classics you will actually enjoy reading (in order of best to worst, dropping off at a not-quite-exponential rate)
War & Peace
Infinite Jest
Anna Karenina
Middlemarch
To the Lighthouse
Crime and Punishment*
Madame Bovary
The Catcher in the Rye (+ all Salinger)
The Death of Ivan Ilych
The Sun Also Rises
—
tier above which “to think I might have died without having read it” applies
—Catch-22
Things Fall Apart
Of Human Bondage
The House of Mirth
Tropic of Cancer*
The Brothers Karamazov
Heart of Darkness
The Bell Jar
Lolita
Slaughterhouse 5 (+ all Vonnegut, to a considerably lesser extent)
—
tier above which, if you haven’t read any of these books, you probably don’t understand why fiction is the best art
—American Psycho
Trainspotting
Man’s Search for Meaning
Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
On the Road*
Waiting for Godot
A Streetcar Named Desire
Long Day’s Journey Into Night
The Old Man and the Sea
Hunger
—
tier above which, if you have read these, you probably think you’re smarter than all therapists, because they’re trying to solve specific problems while you’re trying to solve “the” problem (life)
—The Metamorphosis
The Autobiography of Malcolm X
Blood and Guts in High School
Blood Meridian
The Secret History
Pale Fire
Notes from Underground
A Movable Feast / The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas
Meditations
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
—
above this line are still some of the best books ever written; after this they start to get pretty optional, though they might still change your life even if you don’t enjoy reading
—The Stranger
The Lovely Bones
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas*
Death of a Salesman
Walden
The Great Gatsby
Mrs Dalloway
Dubliners
Elie Wiesel’s Night
Fight Club*
The Handmaid’s Tale
Elementary Particles
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
Anne Frank’s Diary
Giovanni’s Room
Pride and Prejudice
The Sorrows of Young Werther
What We Talk About When We Talk About Love
The Glass Menagerie
Siddhartha
—
below this line are still very good books, but I don’t think they will change anyone’s life and I only endorse reading if you “like to read”
—Vanity Fair
To Kill a Mockingbird
Nineteen Eighty-Four
Brave New World
Lady Chatterley's Lover
Steppenwolf
Denis Johnson’s Angels
A Room of One’s Own
The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Rabbit, Run
The Little Prince
Looking for Alaska
Tuesdays with Morrie
Ficciones
Bad classics (unordered)
The Red and the Black
The Master and Margarita
Ulysses
One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Great Expectations
Jude the Obscure
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Absalom, Absalom (+ all Faulkner)
Gulliver’s Travels
North and South
Robinson Crusoe
The Arabian Nights
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Villette
Naked Lunch
A Farewell to Arms
Less Than Zero
2001: A Space Odyssey (though the movie is an extremely Good Classic)
The New York Trilogy
The Adventures of Augie March (+ all Bellow)
Darkness at Noon
A Passage to India
The Corrections
Look Homeward, Angel
I’m leaving out some that fall in the middle, like The Idiot by Dostoevsky and A Separate Peace by John Knowles, and of course the ones I haven’t read, plus Shakespeare and Homer and Virgil, which I consider something else entirely.
How did I do? Sound off in the comments.
As I said elsewhere:
Imho the #1 most surprising thing about life, & it’s not close, is that when you read writers from 30, 70, 100, 200, 500, 2500 years ago, it’s exactly like talking to someone from the present. Just like every generation believes they invented blowjobs, we also think our quirked up times invented disaffection, being ironypilled, signaling, drama queens, gender fuckery, etc. Most people will go their whole lives thinking people from even 100 years ago were as 2-dimensional as a Soviet propaganda poster, or an actor playing a soldier from a war movie paid to squint at the horizon. All those people were as real as you.
I’ve seen better taste at a Kid Rock concert.
The cruelest thing you can do to Jack Kerouac is reread him at 38