If You Only Buy 110 Books This Year, Buy These
By Summer Block

Last Sunday, the Telegraph released the inexplicable "110 Best Books: The Perfect Library," an exercise intended, I suppose, for budding autodidacts in possession of a generous Amazon gift card. The list is divided into categories, including Poetry, Children's Books, History, and the presumptuously-titled Books that Changed Your World—though I would like to meet the person whose world was changed by Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Jonathan Livingston Seagull, The Tipping Point, and A Year in Provence. Once.

The list is a combination of the obvious (Homer, Shakespeare) with some safe if unremarkable choices (Trollope, Thackeray, Flaubert) and a few real curve balls (Eats Shoots and Leaves? The Day of the Triffids?) It also rests on the assumption that if you only had 110 books, 19 of them would be listed under Crime or Romance. Not to mention Science Fiction, a category whose laudatory introduction to Asimov begins, "It is not for literary brilliance that one approaches the first in the Foundation series. . . " Well, no. In this context, the judges' assurance that "Once you've finished this, 14 novels and countless more short stories await" seems more like a threat than a promise.

Not to mention the eerie arbitrariness of having exactly 110 books. What does it say about a person when they own just 110 books, among them A History of the English-Speaking Peoples, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, and St. Augustine's Confessions?

Meanwhile, the New York Times kick-started their own literary argument with a recent blog post on the most overrated books. If you want to avoid apoplexy, do yourself a favor and don't read the comments. Suffice it to say that readers were quick to judge hefty stand-outs like Proust, Tolstoy, and Joyce as "unbearable;" perhaps they were using the word to mean "difficult to lift" and not "difficult to read." Meanwhile, the same aggrieved commentators bemoaned the exclusion of Ayn Rand (Books To Hide When Guests Come Over).

In this spirit I present my own reorganization of the Telegraph's picks into new categories:

Best Books That Appear, Mildewed and Worn, at Every Flea Market and Library Sale

Best Books That Like Totally Changed Your World When You Were in High School

Best Book By A Serious Author Who Nonetheless Uses Character Names Like "Fanny Assingham"

Best All-Time Book To Whose Protagonist You Nevertheless Want to Give a Sound Beating

Best Books That You Read Again and Again While Wearing Stretch Pants and Eating Leftover Birthday Cake

Best Books Most Often Cited by Earnest Bloggers

Best Books Tailor-Made for Tedious Five-Paragraph Essays

Best History Book Featuring Magical Dolphins

Best Children's Book About The Colonial Experience From the Point of View of an Elephant

Best Children's Books With Homoerotic Subtexts

Best Seldom-Read Books About Which People Nonetheless Enjoy Having Opinions

Best Books Whose Gist Is Easily Absorbed Without Bothering to Read Them

Best Books Of Which You Saw the Movie Version

Best Books of Which You Saw the Coen Brothers Movie Version

Best Books Currently Being Used to Prop Up Your Futon

Best Book This Author Admits She's Never Actually Read

Best Books That, Let's Face It, Even the Judges Haven't Read

——

Summer Block should really get around to reading Middlemarch.

Read more from Summer Block.

Read more from Fact.