
“As a student, I realized that I had no aptitude for science, that foreign languages did not come easily to me, and that the study of economics turned my eyeballs to isinglass…. In literature, I adored much poetry but felt I could not draw intellectual breath for long on its high plateau; the drama…was for me a form that always felt a touch artificial. But, the novel, the novel from the very beginning…lit my fire and continues to light it today. The novel took me to places I hadn’t known existed, but in which I was delighted to find myself; it expanded my world like nothing else I had known, or, for that matter, still know.” (p. 19)
Joseph Epstein waxing poetic about his love of novels parallels my own love affair with books. Sure, I read some poetry and plays from time to time. But, my go-to delight is to sit down in a comfortable chair and read a wonderful novel.
Epstein examines dozens of novels in this slim volume. He notes that: “The novels of Norman Mailer, Philip Roth, and John Updike, so popular and widely written about in their day have already begun to lose interest. ” (p. 70). In the following chapters, Epstein adds Thomas Pynchon, Saul Bellow, and Vladimir Nabokov to that list. Then he turns to: “Here are six novelists and short-story writers whom I feel I do not need to read again:
- Graham Greene, whose combination of leftwing politics and Catholicism has never worked for me.
- Alice Munro, whose stories of infidelity in provincial Canada have always seem to me of limited interest.
- George Orwell, whose great work was in the essay, and whose novels, apart form the famous and politically useful Nineteen Eighty-Four, fail to come alvie
- Toni Morrison, with whose novels I have never had any luck, and have concluded are more for teaching than reading
- Jonathan Franzen, who seems in his fiction to write about people to whom he can feel superior
- S. Y. Agnon, four of whose novels I’ve read, always with high expectation, never with satisfaction, though I am told he is a writer who must be read in Hebrew in which he wrote. (p. 116)
As you can see from these examples from The Novel, Who Needs It? Epstein has some strong views on various writers. It might not come as a complete surprise to learn that Epstein considers Leo Tolstoy the greatest novelist (I disagree).
Reading a novel is a subjective experience. The huge variation in novels makes it practically impossible to generate a list of the Best Novels. Instead, we all have a list of our Favorite Novels, books that speak to us (but probably not everybody). The Novel, Who Needs It? has a simple answer: I do. And, I’m guessing…you do, too! Do you have a favorite novel? GRADE: B+
TABLE OF CONTENTS:
The Novel, Who Needs It? — 1
Acknowledgements — 127
Bibliography — 129
Index — 133













