Before 2020 started, I thought it might be possible to read some of the books on my bookshelves that had gone unread. I didn’t anticipate adding thirty-five more books to my account at LibraryThing, which now stands at 1,028. The bookshelves in my office are now overflowing, with some shelves containing two rows of books, one row in the back and one row in the front.
Out of those thirty-five books added to my account at
LibraryThing, two of them were ones that I already own but had forgotten to
catalog. Another five were gifts. All but three of the remaining twenty-eight
were purchased secondhand, either from Half-Price Books, library sales, or one
of the merchants who lists books at Amazon.
During the year, I read more poetry than I had in previous
years. I have been more productive in my own writing and have been reading
poetry at the same time. While my reading has included several modern poets,
such as Elizabeth Bishop and Robert Hayden, I have also been reading the work
of Ruth Stone, Sharon Olds, Dorianne Laux, Billy Collins, Tony Hoagland, Walter
McDonald, Robert Wrigley, and Don Stinson, a friend from graduate school.
I exclude the books of poetry that I have read from my total
for the year, largely because I find myself returning to books of poetry, and my
designating something as read often means returning that book to the shelf. Books
of poetry are stacked near my bed because I cannot yet move them into my home office
and add them to one of the bookcases containing contemporary poetry.
During 2020, I read nineteen books, mostly nonfiction but
seven novels, too. There was a reference in Maxine’s Gordon’s Sophisticated
Giant to Wardell Gray and his death in 1955. Maxine Gordon adds that Bill Moody
in Death of a Tenor Man “speculates about what might have happened.” That
reference led to my reading all seven Bill Moody novels containing the
character Evan Horne, a jazz pianist who assists the police in solving a crime
in each novel.
These Bill Moody novels are suspenseful and all-consuming. I used to read them during lunch, in the bathroom, before sleeping, and I sometimes even put aside my own work in favor of reading a few more chapters. Moody wrote a couple of other novels in his lifetime. Within his novels about jazz, he attempts to accurately depict the life of a jazz musician by describing live performances and studio work. The narrator is fully acquainted with both well known and lesser known jazz musicians, some of whom I had not heard of before, such as Clifford Brown and Hank Mobley. I have tried to get my son interested in Bill Moody by giving him a copy of Looking for Chet Baker, but he hasn’t found the novel as absorbing as I did and hasn’t yet finished it.
Maxine Gordon’s Sophisticated Giant, a memory and biography of the jazz saxophonist Dexter Gordon, is an attempt to provide, in the words of Farah Jasmine Griffin, the “historical, social, and political context” of events in Dexter Gordon’s life. Farah Jasmine Griffin wrote the Forward. Maxine Gordon devoted a large portion of her life to this book by completing her undergraduate degree and earning a graduate degree in history before she began writing the book. I wasn’t aware of Dexter Gordon’s time in prison and the unnecessarily harsh drug laws in California in the 1950s. Although Dexter admired those changes that the civil rights movement brought about in this country, he was much happier living in Europe from 1962 to 1976, for he had found an audience that truly appreciated him and his music. Well-written and insightful, Maxine Gordon's book is one of the better examinations of jazz in this country.
My reading Bryant Simon’s The Hamlet Fire during the previous year led to my reading two books he mentioned--Ellen Ruppel Shell’s Cheap: The High Cost of Discount Culture and Ann Vileisis’ Kitchen Literacy: How We lost Knowledge of Where Food Comes From and Why We Need to Get It Back, which reveals the role that advertising and packaging has had in making processed food more appealing during the 20th century.
I am hoping to buy fewer books during 2021. I know I said
that before. No one has yet enrolled in my classes for Spring 2021, and I may
not be teaching this coming semester. Out of necessity, I will probably be
reading more of my backlog--that is, those books on my bookshelves that I have
not yet read. My wife and I will also be devoting attention to the press that
we have created. Our first magazine will be coming out in March, 2021.
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