Stoner, a 1965 novel by John Williams, has been named the 2013 Waterstones Book of the Year.
Pretty cool to see an old book recognized! I read this a while back; it’s one of those books often mentioned as a “forgotten classic” and I read such books out of a sense of obligation. But sometimes, like this time, it pays off. (See also: Independent People, The Bridge on the Drina.) Stoner represents a certain strain in the mid-century American novel that I really like, and which I don’t think exists in contemporary fiction. Anguish, verbal restraint, weirdness. Among famous authors, maybe some of Salinger, maybe some of O’Connor (but not glowing like O’Connor, more subdued, and not funny like Salinger, more deadpan.) Besides Stoner I am thinking of James Purdy and Richard Yates — not even so much Revolutionary Road but The Easter Parade, which is grinding and merciless but at the same time strangely mild-mannered, in the same way Stoner is.
What else belongs here?