Books of the Year: 2015
Wages of Rebellion – Chris Hedges
I do not know if we can build a better society. I do not even know if we will survive as a species. But I do know that these corporate forces have us by the throat. And they have my children by the throat. I do not fight fascists because I will win. I fight fascists because they are fascists (Sartre). And this is a fight that in the face of the overwhelming forces against us requires that we follow those possessed by sublime madness, that we become stone catchers and find in acts of rebellion the sparks of life, an intrinsic meaning that lies outside the possibility of success. We must grasp the harshness of reality at the same time as we refuse to allow this reality to paralyze us. People of all creeds and people of no creeds must make an absurd leap of faith to believe, despite all the empirical evidence around us, that the good draws it to the good. The fight for life goes somewhere—the Buddhists call it karma—and in these acts we make possible a better world, even if we cannot see one emerging around us.
-Hedges, Wages of Rebellion, Sublime Madness, p226
If I Fall, If I Die – Michael Christie
Player Piano – Vonnegut
I Wish There Was Something That I Could Quit – Aaron Cometbus
What happened to me? How am I supposed to know? Ask someone else. That woman, she used to be so serious, so purposeful, so outgoing. Now look at her, she’s in pieces. Sleeps all day, then at night she gets drunk and throws herself at trains. Quite a life.
Well, I’ll tell you what happened. Nothing, that’s what. Still the same. Just that now there’s no more reassuring feeling that everything will work out with time and get better. No more faith that if we yell loud enough, someone will listen. No more security even that if we just stay quiet and try to live our little lives, they’ll even let us. Not on our own terms, at least. As if these were even close to my own terms. Taking money from the government, that pretty much admits their claim that I’m crazy. And makes everything I have to say worthless, because who’s paying my rent? Right. But what am I gonna do, get a job at the donut shop instead? Well, maybe. Let’s not rule out anything at this point.
-Aaron Cometbus, I Wish There Was Something That I Could Quit, Ch 12, p31-1
All the Pretty Horses – Cormac McCarthy
Catch-22 – Joseph Heller
The Dispossessed – Ursula K. LeGuin
It is of the nature of idea to be communicated: written, spoken, done. The idea is like grass. It craves light, likes crowds, thrives on crossbreeding, grows better for being stepped on.
-Ursula K. LeGuin, The Dispossessed, Chapter3, p 172
Crash Landing On Iduna – Arthur Tofte
Oryx and Crake – Margaret Atwood
Jesus’ Son – Denis Johnson