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NYRB Classics
« on: July 11, 2019, 06:23:54 PM »
If you're not familiar with it, NYRB Classics is one of the best publishing imprints around right now that is reissuing interesting or overlooked novels while actually taking some effort to put out high quality and aesthetically pleasing books.

They're having a massive sale right now and I'm going to order a forklift full of books.

What are some gems from the collection, if you know of any?

Twit 2

  • In the boneyard of dreams
Re: NYRB Classics
« Reply #1 on: July 11, 2019, 08:28:13 PM »


  • busting my creative balls
Re: NYRB Classics
« Reply #2 on: July 11, 2019, 09:37:13 PM »
these editions look indeed great.

I can recommend a few novels from the collection. I don't know if these novels are properly "gems" because they're not that obscure, still I love them very much.

- Witch Grass by Raymond Queneau
- Berlin Alexanderplatz by Alfred Doblin
- Dead Souls by Nikolai Gogol
- The Skin by Curzio Malaparte
- The Selected Works of Cesare Pavese (Pavese's best short novels)

Captain Crunch

  • Twister, Dustbuster, Hospital Bed
Re: NYRB Classics
« Reply #3 on: July 13, 2019, 02:02:51 PM »
Some lovely covers there, thanks for sharing.

Famous Mortimer

  • War - it's fantastic!
    • International Syndicate of Cult Film Critics
Re: NYRB Classics
« Reply #4 on: July 14, 2019, 05:21:36 PM »
"Basic Black With Pearls", which I'd never heard of before, sounds fascinating, so I shall drop some ££ on it.

Re: NYRB Classics
« Reply #5 on: July 18, 2019, 01:20:12 AM »
Have read a few of these, and one that really stood out was Hard Rain Falling by Don Carpenter, which was wonderful. It's been a while but I recall describing it to a friend at the time as a blue collar version of Stoner. It's often sold as a crime novel, but I think that's massively misrepresentative. It's just about a low-life grifter who may or may not have a good heart.

I recently discovered that Carpenter wrote some well-regarded Hollywood novels (a genre I love), so I must seek them out.

EDIT: Goodness, reading up on him it seems he wrote a cult Rip Torn movie called Payday which sounds like a must-see. He also, sadly, committed suicide. Seems that so many writers of that generation went the same way.

Anyway, the NYRB list really is a treasure trove.
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Jerzy Bondov

  • get sum!!
    • Wrongfully Adapted
Re: NYRB Classics
« Reply #6 on: July 18, 2019, 08:54:46 AM »
Probably a very obvious choice but I love Speedboat by Renata Adler

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« Reply #7 on: Yesterday at 08:48:06 PM »
I think Galen Strawson is the most interesting philosopher around at the moment, I'm not sure what's in that book of essays there on the NYRB list but I'd be inclined to give it a look. All his stuff on panpsychism is fascinating.

A slightly more English Lit- study recommendation than a casual read, but I've had the NRYB version of Robert Burton's 17th Century "Anatomy of Melancholy" for a few years and always find something new in it. With one thing and another I'm never alone these days and this bit reminded me of the pleasures and pains of the lazy, lonely days in my twenties.

Most pleasant it is at first, to such as are melancholy given to lie in bed whole days, and keep their chambers, to walk alone in some solitary grove, betwixt wood and water, by a brook side, to meditate upon some delightsome and pleasant subject, which shall affect them most;(...) a most incomparable delight it is so to melancholize, and build castles in the air, to go smiling to themselves, acting an infinite variety of parts, which they suppose and strongly imagine they represent, or that they see acted and done. "Blandae quidem ab initio" saith Lemnius, to conceive and mediate of such pleasant things sometimes, "present, past or to come", as Rhasis speaks. So delightsome these toys are at first, they could spend whole days and nights without sleep, even whole years alone in such contemplations, and fantastical mediations, which are like unto dreams, and they will hardly be drawn from them, or willingly interrupt, so pleasant their vain conceits are, that they hinder their ordinary tasks and necessary business, they cannot address themselves to them, or almost to any study or employment, these fantastical and bewitching thoughts so covertly, so feelingly, so urgently, so continually set upon, creep in, insinuate, possess, overcome, distract, and detain them, they cannot, I say, go about their more necessary business, stave off or extricate themselves, but are ever musing, melancholizing, and carried along, (...)they run earnestly on in this labyrinth of anxious and solicitous melancholy meditations, and cannot well or willingly refrain, or easily leave off, winding and unwinding themselves, as so many clocks, and still pleasing their humour , until at last the scene is turned upon a sudden, by some bad object, and they being now habituated to such vain meditations and solitary places can endure no company, can ruminate of nothing but harsh and distasteful subjects. Fear, sorrow, suspicion, subrusticus pudor, discontent, cares and weariness of life surprise them in a moment, and they can think of nothing else, continually suspecting, no sooner are their eyes open, but this infernal plague of melancholy seizeth on them, and terrifies their souls....