- Grossmith, George & Weedon — The Diary of a Nobody (166 pages)
- McCarthy, Cormac — Blood Meridian (334 pages)
- Moore, Alan & Dave Gibbons — Watchmen (399 pages)
- Moore, Christopher — Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal (507 pages)
- Murger, Henri — The Bohemians of the Latin Quarter (381 pages)
- Walk with Me: A Lenten Journey of Prayer for 2009 (98 pages)
- Douglas, Lloyd C. — The Robe (438 pages)
- Robinson, Marilynne — Gilead (281 pages)
- Jerome, Jerome K. — Three Men in a Boat (182 pages)
- Satrapi, Marjane — Persepolis (343 pages)
- Dodge, Jim — Fup (121 pages)
- Bauby, Jean-Dominique — The Diving-Bell and the Butterfly (114 pages)
- Fleming, Ian — Casino Royale (219 pages)
- Blake, Quentin — Clown (30 pages)
- Weigel, George — The Courage To Be Catholic (249 pages)
- Ishiguro, Kazuo — The Remains of the Day (255 pages)
- Orwell, George — Animal Farm (125 pages)
- Garner, James Finn — Politically Correct Bedtime Stories (81 pages)
- Robinson, Marilynne — Home (339 pages)
- Opera Magazine — Basses in Opera: Profiles of thirteen great basses (96 pages)
- Beaumarchais, Pierre-Augustin Caron de — The Figaro Trilogy (David Coward, transl.) (335 pages)
- Keyes, Daniel — Flowers for Algernon (217 pages)
- Bök, Christian — Eunoia (94 pages)
- Zweig, Stefan — Chess (76 pages)
- Kinney, Jeff — Meet the Wimpy Kid (55 pages)
- Lovecraft, H.P. — At the Mountains of Madness (188 pages)
- Blatty, William Peter — The Exorcist (307 pages)
- Williamson, Jack — Darker Than You Think (266 pages)
- Pelevin, Victor — Omon Ra (152 pages)
- Molière — Five Plays: The Misanthrope, Tartuffe, The School for Wives, The Miser, The Hypochondriac [transl. Richard Wilbur, Alan Drury] (428 pages)
- Duffy-Korpics, Lisa — Tales from a Dog Catcher (255 pages)
- Laclos, Choderlos de — Dangerous Liaisons (437 pages)
- Sagan, Françoise — Bonjour Tristesse (100 pages)
- Stephenson, Neal — Snow Crash (440 pages)
Page count: 8108.
My first exposure to Neal Stephenson came about four years ago when I read Cryptonomicon. I loved it (except maybe for the ending) and decided I couldn't wait to read my next Stephenson novel. However, I kept getting scared off by the lengths of his books. (Most of his novels are over 900 pages in length.) So it wasn't until now that I finally cracked open Snow Crash, at a mere 440 pages one of his shortest novels.
Snow Crash is an adrenaline rush. It's an exciting read and, as one would expect from Stephenson, is imaginative, well researched, and packed with fascinating information (about neuro-linguistic viruses, Sumerian mythology, and more). As with Cryptonomicon, Snow Crash is a fascinating, sense-overloading, brain-stretching experience. My only complaint is the ending. It just ends.
And this seems to be a common complaint with Stephenson's books. Would it kill him to write a proper ending???
Still, in the grand scheme of things this seems a minor consideration. And I am left hungry for my next dose of Stephenson. Anathem is sitting on my bookshelves, and I'm curious about the Baroque Cycle as well. I don't think it will be four years before I dip into one of his worlds again.