Books and Authors I Have Loved
Beginning with childhood books and moving north:
The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Birds of America, Pearson and Burroughs et al, first pub. 1917
Rolf in the Woods, Ernest Thompson Seton
Two Little Savages, Ernest Thompson Seton
Biography of A Grizzly, Ernest Thompson Seton
The Lion’s Paw, Robb White
The Sea Wolf, Jack London
Brave Men, Ernie Pyle
Two Years Before the Mast, Richard Henry Dana
The Parkman Reader, Samuel Elliot Morrison
The Big Sky, A. B. Guthrie Jr.
Year of Decision, Bernard DeVoto
Course of Empire, Bernard DeVoto
Across the Wide Missouri, Bernard DeVoto
Tom Sawyer, Mark Twain
Huckleberry Finn, Mark Twain
No Man Knows My History. The Life of Joseph Smith, Fawn M. Brodie
From Here to Eternity, James Jones
The Naked and the Dead, Norman Mailer
The Egyptian, Mika Waltari
The Cruel Sea, Nicholas Monserrat (read this 2 dozen times at least)
Something of Value, Robert Ruark
Seven Pillars of Wisdom, T.E. Lawrence
Just about everything Ballantine Books published by World War II fighter pilots.
Fate is the Hunter, Ernest K. Gann
Tales of the South Pacific, James Michener (I liked several of his early works).
Life Histories of North American Birds of Prey, Vols. I and II, Arthur Cleveland Bent
De Arte Venandi com Avibus, (The Art of Hunting with Birds), Charles II of Hohenzollern.
Everything by Jim Harrison, especially Dalva and Farmer
Most of Elmore Leonard
Much of Pat Conroy
Presumed Innocent, Scott Turow
In the Woods, Tana French
Girl With the Dragon Tattoo (The trilogy), Steig Larson
Refuge, Terry Tempest Williams
This House of Sky, Ivan Doig
Dancing at the Rascal Fair, Ivan Doig (and the sequels)
The Things They Carried, Tim O’Brien
The Road, and everything else by Cormac McCarthy
Most of Tom McGuane’s books and short stories.
Basin and Range, John McPhee
Coming Into the Country, John McPhee
Sagebrush Ocean: A Natural History of The Great Basin, Stephen Trimble
Where the Wild Things Are, Maurice Sendak
West with the Night, Beryl Markham
The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbury
Am I the only person who really didn’t care for The DaVinci Code?