PopMatters Best of Books 2008: Fiction

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[5 January 2009]

Feeling anxious? Here are 23 masterful works of fiction from 2008 that will either underscore your anxiety or help alleviate it through escape into the past and the land of make-believe.

By PopMatters Staff

Introduction by Rodger Jacobs

We live in anxious times. Nowhere is that statement of indisputable fact better demonstrated than in the 23 outstanding books that grace this compelling but troubling Best Of list from our contributors. The opening line of Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book serves to best demonstrate the tension-fraught direction that this literary inventory clearly takes:

“There was a hand in the darkness and it held a knife.”

Troubled yet? You should be. The popularity of these 23 titles, and the overall critical consensus of their artistic worth and viability, represents nothing less than a collective reaction formation. In psychoanalytic theory, reaction formation is a defensive process whereby unacceptable emotions and impulses are countered and tempered by exaggerating the directly opposing tendency.

Reaction formation is more profound and primal than “say one thing and do another”, as explained by Calvin S. Hall in A Primer of Freudian Psychology (1954):

“… the ego may try to sidetrack the offending impulse by concentrating upon its opposite … when one of the instincts produces anxiety.”

When the ego cannot cope with the demands of desires and reality, anxiety takes over and anxiety, Freud tells us, is an unpleasant inner state that we seek to avoid at all costs. All 23 of the fictional works on this year’s list fall directly or indirectly into this mud patch of psychoanalytic theory.

A tendency to overindulge in the past indicates an anxiety toward and fear of the present and the future. Eight of the novels on this list, not surprising given our anxious present, are historical narratives, ranging from an epic adventure set against the backdrop of the 19th Century Calcutta Opium Wars (Sea of Poppies) to Salman Rushdie’s Booker Prize-winning The Enchantress of Florence, a lush fairy tale featuring a moody sultan and historical characters like Machiavelli in the faraway lands of Medici Florence and Mughal India.

Norman Mailer once said that it takes ten years for popular culture to absorb and process a major event, and that may be the reason why the great 9/11 novel has yet to be written, after stabs at the dubious subgenre by John Updike, Ian McEwan, and Jonathan Safron Foer. Deep down, each and every one of us knows that there’s something amiss in the tragic events of September 11, 2001, too many convenient truths such as the surviving passport of one of the hijackers found amid the debris on a Manhattan street after a fiery inferno with enough Satanic intensity to melt glass and steel; the knowledge that something is askew has crept into our collective subconscious but we don’t speak about it (except for the realm of conspiracy theorists) and the suppression creates anxiety; the literary reaction formation is yet three more novels confronting not the lingering questions and doubts, but the emotional trauma of 9/11 on New Yorkers: riddle-master Paul Auster’s Man in the Dark (wherein the protagonist wakes up in a parallel world where 9/11 never happened), Joseph O’Neill’s best-seller Netherland, and The Sorrows of an American by Siri Hustvedt. 

Reaction formation is on ample display in the dazzling debut novel of Joe McGinniss Jr., The Delivery Man, and Willy Vlautin’s second emotion-laden ballad of the underclass, Northline. Both books, by no small coincidence, are set in the anxiety-producing gambling meccas of Las Vegas and Reno, Nevada, and both works are populated by self-defeating American youth who make up for their lack of substance through Herculean efforts at self-defeat and self-annihilation.

By now you probably know how to take the psychoanalytic theory and apply it to this compilation of 2008 fiction releases. We could make the application title for title for you, but it probably wouldn’t be as much fun as making the leap for yourself. To paraphrase novelist and social anthropologist J.G. Ballard, human beings are not meant to be comfortable. We need tension, stress, and uncertainty. With this list we honor 22 authors who have constructed their own logical alternative universe to what they see as a poisoned realm, which just might be a reasonable and accurate description of the world today.

On to the best fiction of 2008…

See also PopMatters Best of Non-Fiction 2008

Note: Some titles included may have been originally published before 2008. They make this year’s Best Of list as a new paperback version or a reprint published in 2008.

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Comments

Here’s the question these sort of lists arise for me.

Now, you’ll find every year hundreds and hundreds of ordered lists for music and movies, as well as a lot of websites singularly devoted to finding mathematical formulas to amalgamate them into one list.

But for books all you get is a big heap of all the books people think are great over the course of the year.

For the people who read a book a week, these are fine.  But for those of us who read only a few books a year and would rather be directed to the consensus cream of the crop, these lists aren’t very helpful.  Why is it music and film fanatics can’t wait to offer their fully annotated opinion on everything, but book readers hesitate to even give you specific recommendations beyond “Any of these are good”?

Comment by Chris — January 5, 2009 @ 12:07 pm

What sort of specific recommendations are you looking for, Chris? These are capsule reviews composed by our writers for this list, yes, but there are also full-length reviews of every title cited on this list available in the archives. The only thing we could have done to make the list easier to sort though would’ve been to list the books by genre.

All of the arts, not just writing, fall into the subjective experience. The reason I appreciate or relate to a book might not dovetail with why another reader may or may not enjoy the experience, the life lessons I apply to or learn from a novel just might not be the same as yours. So would it not be presumptuous of the critic to cite specifically why the work moved them or affected them?

The reviewers job is no different from the task of any other journalist, to report what he or she observes and to keep personal commentary to one’s self. After all, why should you care if I find a character in a novel beloved because she reminds me of my Aunt Alice? You don’t know me and you don’t know Aunt Alice. Like anything else in life, selecting reading material requires a certain leap of faith on the part of the buyer; the function of the critic is limited in that regard.

Comment by Rodger Jacobs from Las Vegas, NV — January 5, 2009 @ 1:58 pm

Chris: I think the reason film and music are ranked and books aren’t is pretty simple. It’s much easier to see all of the major films in any given year or listen to all the major records than it is to read all the major books.

As James Wood said when introducing his year-end books article in The New Yorker: “Unlike Anthony Lane, who has seen all this year’s bad movies as well as all the good ones, and can thus confidently separate his swans from his geese, I have read only a fraction of what has been published this year. These, then, can’t be my idea of the ten ‘best’ books of the year; they are just the ones I liked most.”

Comment by Nav Purewal — January 6, 2009 @ 5:38 pm

I agree, Nav. In the case of Bolano’s “2666”, however, I think we spy an exception, a remarkable leap forward in the evolution of the novel as art form, comparable, perhaps, to the original publication of James Joyce’s “Ulysses” or Fitzgerald’s “The Great Gatsby.” By all critical accounts this is a work of long-lasting legacy and it’s a damn shame that the author is not around to see it.

Comment by Rodger Jacobs from Las Vegas, NV — January 6, 2009 @ 10:35 pm

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