The books I loved in 2015

2015 was the year I submitted my PhD and the year I intended to read ‘differently.’ I wanted to step out of my comfort zone by reading writers I had never read, or had not read for a long time. For several years now, my focus, while reading fiction and memoir, has been to read Australian women, followed closely by Indian and Iranian women. I thought I should make an extra effort to read more books by men, especially men of colour. I decided to make 2015 the year of reading more of the world, particularly because I knew I would be attending the Edinburgh Writers Festival in August.

I started the year by reading four American and one Canadian writer. Teju Cole’s Open City is about a Nigerian doctor who walks the streets of Manhattan, seemingly aimlessly, and encounters his past and present lives. A meditation on identity, race and love, this is a deeply introspective and cerebral novel.

I followed this by reading Cheryl Strayed’s memoir, Wild. Strayed walked in far more inhospitable terrain than the streets of New York. She trekked 1100 miles of the Pacific Crest Trail along the west coast of America, after her mother’s death from cancer. It’s honest, funny and difficult and details the casual misogyny she faces along the way.

Junot Diaz’s This is how you lose her, is a hybrid beast of a novel that reads like memoir, especially because the author/narrator, Junot/Yunior appear interchangeable and mercurial. The language and themes are often confronting but also poetic.

Finally, Toni Morrison’s Home rounded off the quartet of Americans I had decided to read. Morrison’s spare, elegant and devastating prose quietly tells the story of a black soldier returning home in 1950s America. “There was no goal other than breathing, nothing to win and, save for someone else’s quiet death, nothing to survive or worth surviving for.” Sentences like these mark the brutal emotional landscape of Morrison’s characters.

Padma Viswanathan’s novel, The Ever After of Ashwin Rao, takes its inspiration from the real life tragedy of the Air India flight which exploded over the Irish Sea in 1985. It was shortlisted for the Scotiabank Giller Prize and you can read my longer review, published in Westerly.

The Edinburgh Writers Festival in August 2015 introduced me to a raft of writers, both Scottish and international and despite taking virtually empty suitcases to stuff with books, there is a limit on how many you can lug around a little island for 4 weeks. I was pleased (and guilty) that I bought 14 books, and could have bought a dozen more. Here are some of the books I bought and read.

Nigerian writer Chigozie Obioma’s Booker Prize shortlisted novel The Fishermen is rightly described as magnificent and remarkable. There is a strong dream-like quality to the storytelling but the story itself is grounded in tangible things like family secrets and nation building.

In Edinburgh, I listened to Val McDermid perform her stunning short story, The Road and the Miles to Dundee, from her collection, Stranded. I read, too, her re-telling of Jane Austen’s Northanger Abbey, set during the Edinburgh Festival, a delightful and easy read. And I bought poetry, lots of it, Auden, Morgan, Burns; in Scotland it seemed impossible not to – the landscape demanded it and I obeyed.

Finally, my world literature list would not be complete without Kate Atkinson’s A God in Ruins. A beautiful, clever, poetic, maddening book – fitting sequel to that other equally maddening Life After Life. I can’t wait to read what she writes next.

Then, it was time to come home. I finished the year with 4 stunning Australian women writers. The first of these was Karen Overman-Edmiston and The Avenue of Eternal Tranquillity. A richly philosophical novel about the vagaries of chance meetings and deep love, snow-bound landscapes and heartfelt conversations, this is a reflective and gentle book, almost languorous in its unfolding tragedy and hope.

In stark contrast is Charlotte Wood’s The Natural Way of Things. This novel has been described as a howl of despair and fury, and it is a fair description. I have never read anything like it and I don’t suppose I ever will. It is chilling, furious and brutal and it requires emotional strength to finish reading it. But I had no doubt whatsoever that the dystopian world these characters inhabit is real, or has the potential to be. As a woman, it was a reminder that men can and will hunt, capture and control women if they are not stopped. Read Karen’s excellent review here.

S.A Jones’s novel Isabelle of the Moon & Stars is beautifully West Australian in its evocation of how fraught our lovely city can be for a young woman battling her ‘dark place.’ I fell in love with Isabelle and Evan and was reluctant to let them out of my life and was only able to do so when another delicious book appeared – Susan Midalia’s third short story collection, Feet To The Stars. The stories in this collection glow with intelligence, humour and compassion; a different, refracted light shines on each story. The title story of the collection explores the relationship between a teacher and his student, full of insights, dark truths and hope. It’s hard to pick a favourite so I’ll pick three – Feet to the Stars, Inner Life and Because were the ones I went back to.

There were several other books I read, and not all of them were wonderful. I realised something I’ve always known, as the song goes – that I feel most at home when I read Australian (women) writers. The further I travel, the more I need to come home to them.

9 responses to “The books I loved in 2015

  1. Reblogged this on Perth Words… exploring possibilities. and commented:
    Worth making note of these writers…

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  2. Thank you for sharing your reading year with us.

    For my part, last year I read a host of new poetry volumes, including Phillip Hall’s sweetened in coals, Chris Palazzolo’s Unhoused, Peter Jeffrey’s True to Poetry in My Fashion and Alan Alexander’s Margaret River Sonnets. My prose reading included Joan London’s deservedly prize-winning The Golden Age and eight of Peter Cowan’s best short stories republished in Homecoming, released by the Peter Cowan Writers Centre as part of their 30-year anniversary. Supervising a post-grad student from China, I re-read with closer attention Kim Scott’s prize-winning That Deadman Dance and discovered much more than I thought I knew about this work. Especially since I gave the first international paper on the novel even before it had been published. For another post-grad supervision I re-read The Young Desire It by Kenneth Mackenzie but also was able to obtain a copy of his 1938 second work, The Chosen People since the student was comparing the two works. This was also a very special reading experience for me. Finally my most recent reading has been another three poetry books: local poet Jan Napier’s Thylacine, Les Murray’s On Bunyah and Irish visiting poet Tony Curtis’s Approximately in the Key of C.

    Naturally I did spend a of time reading my own words in the three books of poetry I published at the beginning of last year and seven others I made ready for publication this year. My prose writing was limited to several short stories, two novellas and further slow progress on my novel about the Nanjing massacre, hopefully to be finished this year.

    Good luck with your writing and publishing for this year!

    Best wishes,


    glen phillips

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    • Thank you Glen. Your list sounds amazing and I intend to read more poetry this year. I’ll start with the ones you recommend. Thank you for your kindness and I wish you another fabulous year of publications.


  3. I’m afraid you have both put my reading list to shame but I am looking forward to broadening my reading in the near future. I am especially looking forward to reading Susan Midalia’s Feet to the Stars which I bought as a Christmas present to myself.
    I have been reading the Koran as I have always wanted to understand Islam better and I recently read Kim Scott’s Benang. He has a very poetic way of remembering his past and his ancestry and there is a circularity in the movement of the novel.
    Did you see the film Wild that was based on Cheryl Strayed’s memoir, Rashida? If so, would be interested to hear what you thought. I found it engaging but not sure how closely it relates to the book. Speaking of films, I very much enjoyed Suffragette.
    Wishing you a very creative and productive year ahead.

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    • You’ll enjoy Feet to the Stars, Louise, and the best thing with a collection of stories and essays is that you can read them in small chunks of time. No, I did not see the film but I imagine they would have had to make it look shiny. The memoir is not always pretty and I liked that. Thank you for your wishes and your generous comments.

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  4. Wow, what a collection and wonderful presentation, Rashida, thank you for sharing.

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  5. Inspiring, as always Rashida! Wonderful collection…xxx

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