A few weeks ago I read an article where a professional runner said that come race day, they could tell if they were going to make their goal in the first mile. I wondered at that idea as I read it. Questioned if it were true, then wondered what it would be like to know your own body to such a degree.
     I’ve been training with a running coach for about a year. When I was training for the North Face 50k last year I had a moment a few months prior to the race where I realized that I had no idea how to train myself for that kind of distance, so I enlisted her help. After successfully completing that race, I realized that I really liked working with her, so I kept her on.
     After the ultra I decided to work on my real challenge, speed. I can run all day. I like to run long distances, but I can’t do any of it very quickly. Since last summer I’ve PRed a 10k, and unofficially, the 5k though I still need to do it in a timed race. I’ve run faster times consistently and hit my 10k PR time more than once during training runs. I have made progress, happily tracked by my trusty Garmin, so I can go back and see those times after a not so great run.
     This weekend was my most recent PR attempt. I’ve been working very hard to PR the half marathon and beat a time I set in a race I ran last spring just for fun. In the first mile, I knew I wasn’t going to meet my goal that day. The article I read a few weeks ago popped into my head as I compared how I felt this past Saturday in the first mile of the Rock n’ Roll USA half as compared to how I felt in the Iron Girl half last April – I felt slow, I felt tired, I felt like I was already working hard in the first three miles. Something just felt off. During the Iron Girl race, I felt light, my feet felt like they were hardly working – I knew I was going to PR.
     So I spent the Rock n’ Roll half toughing it out and finding joy where I could. We ran across my favorite bridge in DC which leads to the Women’s Military Service memorial. I paced off of a guy in a kilt for several miles. I appreciated the fact that I did not have to pee the whole race. I enjoyed the animal costumes (a cow beat me by at least 45 seconds). I appreciated the fact that I did not walk the whole race, not even through water stops, or up the hills miles 6-8, even though I wanted nothing more. I was not going to beat myself in this race, but I did not let the race beat me either.
     I also had two free hours during the race to think about running. To think about why I love it even when I don’t. As I was pondering my relationship to running I passed a man holding a sign that said “Run with Gratitude” and that pretty much summed up the thoughts swirling around in my head. When I am running, the gratitude comes without me even trying to be grateful or think about being grateful. With every, often slow step, I know that it is a gift just to be able to do it. To be physically capable of running, of propelling myself forward under my own power.
     This race gave me a new respect for the distance. I’ve gone farther, but that doesn’t make 13.1 miles any less difficult. It gave me a new respect too, for my fellow runners. You never know what a distance means to someone. What they’ve overcome to get to the finish line. A 5k can mean more to one person than 50 miles means to another. I think this is something that I’ve lost sight of over time, believing that running further means more in general, and that is simply a fallacy.
     I am reminded as I propel myself down stairs, hovering one foot over the step below me and then pitching myself forward, hoping I land on the step below, or decide to just stand for a bit instead of sitting because my quads are still sore from missing my goal, that sometimes the best thing for you is to be humbled by something you thought would be easy.

This past Saturday I ran my first ultra, 50K at the North Face Endurance Challenge in Sterling, VA. I finished in 08:20:51. It took way longer than I thought it was going to and the humidity and heat was just brutal. Below is my full, totally long winded race report.


Pre-race – I got up at 4AM and put on all the things I laid out the night before. Had a plain bagel with PB&J like usual and gathered my gear. I had a camelbak filled with watermelon nuun and packed with snacks, TP in a ziploc, and lip balm with sunblock (which I didn’t use and fortunately didn’t need.) J. and I have an agreement where she only has to come to new race distances (or if I talk her into a destination race where she’s just kind of there already and we can meet up at the end) so she took her duties very seriously and drove me out to the suburbs of VA, dropped me off and agreed to be back at 1ish, the earliest possible moment I thought I would be done.

I saw two Mr. Sweaty-Tops-Off before I was even on the shuttle. The ride took about 15 minutes to the race site, which is gorgeous. I’ve never been there before and I was treated to a breath taking sunrise over the river which really pumped me up; I felt so lucky to be there. So I hung out, I hit the port-o-johns like 16 times, and eventually meandered towards the start with the rest of the crazy folks, who weren’t crazy enough to do the 50 miler. Dean Karnazes announced the start, and say what you will about that man, he is crazy fit.

My plan was to hydrate every mile at least until I felt thirsty, and save my ipod which was strapped to my wrist, until I needed it.

Miles 0-5 – These were pretty uneventful miles. I knew that I just needed to pace myself so I tried to hang back a bit. So I just found people to pace off of. Paced off of two chicks who looked younger than me and super fit until like mile 4ish (to discover later that they were more than a decade younger than me and finished more than an hour after me – small victories). I knew the hills were coming around the five mile markers of the race and sure enough the elevation started around mile four. I was also trying to figure out the passing thing on the single track. I mean I know you kind of announce that you’re coming and where but I knew that I shouldn’t be going all out, certainly not at this point, but I really felt like I could be going faster at some points and just kind of felt conflicted about what to do. In retrospect I wish I had pushed it more when it was cooler, because later in the heat, it was just impossible.

But I ran behind a woman for a mile or so in head to toe pink with flowers in her hair who was talking about the litany of ultras she’d participated in – Javelina, the Vermont 100, then mentioned that she got hit by a car, possibly in two separate instances while volunteering at Badwater and then ran into the emergency room doctor that treated her later at another ultra. I hung out for a while just to hear her story and moved along.

Miles 6-10 – Aid station two came around mile 5.7. The first one was really early and small so I had a cup of water and pretty much ignored it. The second one was the famed ultra buffet and it was a wee bit overwhelming. I wasn’t really hungry but knew I should take fuel so I grabbed some water and unpacked some sports beans and had a few. Already I was having that long run reaction where as soon as I put the food in my mouth I was like, meh… I don’t want this. It really made me wish I did better with gels.

There was a significant amount of grassland in the single track of the first section which I didn’t anticipate (in places the grass was shoulder height) but this section was more of what I anticipated in terms of wooded canopies next to the river which was nice. Even though I face planted somewhere around mile six (no pokey sticks to the face or gut, so no worries) I was feeling pretty good for these miles, it was hot but not crazy, and I was pretty happy with my times. Mile ten-ish took me over some hills that I knew I’d be crossing again. They were pretty tough, tougher than I expected based on the elevation maps as it was less than 400 feet of elevation gain at the peak but it was a series of ups and downs for each hill set. I could already feel the effort in my quads a bit but it was totally dealable.

Miles 11-15 – Great Falls came around mile 12 and this is where we were co-mingled with the 50 milers doing these crazy sadistic not-quite-loops. Around mile eleven I saw a guy, dead behind the eyes who looked like he might fuel by reaching into a tree and grabbing a live squirrel. My guess was that he was the winner. The aid station here was this crazy triangle set-up with tons of snacks. I refilled my camelpak here, shocked that I had drunk at least two-thirds of my nuun. I had a shot blok, and orange slice and a piece of boiled potato. I really did not want to eat, which made me nervous this early on so I just made a decision to consume whatever seemed appealing. So I had a cup of water, the Clif electrolyte drink (which I think I really like) and some Mountain Dew, disgusting on a normal day, but suuuper awesome during the run. I hit the port-o-john and moved on.

The course is really gorgeous here. I put on headphones just after the aid station and had saved this week’s AMR podcast for this week for the race. There was one point where Dimity was recounting catching a glimpse of her shadow during her Ironman training race on the bike, saying that her own legs moved “like pistons” and getting choked up, almost in disbelief that she was capable of undertaking such an effort. I  paused the podcast when I heard the rush of the river over the rocks to my left, and felt my feet hit the ground almost silently as I’d trained myself to do, and saw the runners coming towards me after they hit the turn-around, quads flexing, arms swinging saying, “hey good job” as they passed me, and I got a bit choked up myself. I was there. I was running my ultra. It’s so cliche to always point back to the post-cancer accomplishments, but at this point in my life I am just amazed at what my body is capable of.  I descended to the turn-around point, rounded the turn and took the ascending hill at a run.

Miles 16-20 – The Old Dominion aid station was mid-loop through the 50 miler loop and it was crazytown. I lost so much time here because I was totally overwhelmed. There were multiple tables, tons of volunteers, and I just didn’t know what to do with myself. It looked like a sweaty party — maybe I should mingle? I also started to realize that I was soaked. I couldn’t have been more wet if I had jumped in the river, which I started to fantasize about. Fortunately the race volunteers were amazing. An EMT doused me with a gallon of cold water, another opened a bag of pretzels for me as my hands were too wet to do so, I grabbed a shot block, had a single pretzel, an orange slice and the water, soda, electrolyte drink combo that I decided seemed to be working for me. I chatted with a 50 miler in the port-o-john line who was super nice, had put in 32 miles already and let me go in front of him because I would be quick, and he had stomach issues. I wished him luck and was back on my way.

This section also hit Great Falls again around mile twenty. I was feeling tired at this point and knew I wasn’t taking in enough nutrition. So I had a couple of bites of a banana, and more soda, water, electrolyte drink. I should have refilled my camelbak here but I was afraid of how long it would take and I felt like my hands, and brain quite frankly weren’t working and I just couldn’t process how to make a refill happen and didn’t just go to a volunteer and say hey, can you do this? Which I totally should have done.

Also somewhere in here was the rock scrambling section which the coach (who is wonderful and wildly encouraging) I had enlisted to help me about two and a half months prior had mentioned encountering when she ran it the previous year, and then there were all of these crazy wooden stairs. That part was super fun and exciting. I did some fancy downhill footwork around miles 18-19 (I usually love these miles in a marathon for some reason) and passed some volunteers who seemed a little surprised at my speed and good spirits.

Miles 21-25 – I had my first down moment around mile twenty – twenty-one. I knew it would come and I was prepared for it. I remembered what fun I had hiking the AT in the Poconos back in April, so I just decided to speed hike it until my joy came back and sure enough, within about a mile I felt better. This was the next section of hill repeats so there was a lot of necessary walking through here. Also at some point my Garmin got off track because I thought I was way further along than I was as was evidenced by the extra mile it said that I ran on Saturday.

There’s a flat section around miles twenty-three to about maybe twenty-seven, twenty-eight. This is where the wheels came off for me. The heat peaked and I just felt like I was baking. I started looping around the same group of runners. All of us would run a bit, walk a bit, try to encourage each other. For a few miles I fell into a group of about six guys who were trail and ultra seasoned and really interesting. One fellow had run Bear Mountain earlier in the year and was running about a marathon a weekend for several weeks. Another guy had run with Scott Jurek and Chris McDougall earlier in the week. So we chatted and just walked for a while. I just didn’t have the will to move any faster. I knew I was low on water and nutrition. I tried to eat but it just wasn’t working. I felt like I was going to puke if I moved any faster.

Miles 26-finish – It felt forever to the next aid station. I felt like I could feel the entirety of my quad muscles and where they attached to my leg as a whole. I fell back in with the ultra guys for a few miles and then just broke away. I tried to run two minutes, walk a minute which descended to running thirty-seconds, walking for two. I chatted with runners and we tried to pass out encouragement. There were smaller hills here, which felt huge and my quads were screaming and I realized that camelbak had possibly chafed a huge section of skin off of my back. It was uncomfortable but I really didn’t care. Fortunately after the last big section of hills it felt a little cooler and I started to run/walk with more frequency. Unfortunately, it was this point where I realized for certain that my Garmin was at least a mile off, if not more, and before I reached the finish, I would have to hit that aid station that seemed so close to the start.

Along the way I passed a couple of people just laying or sitting next to the trail. There was a woman pouring water on the head of another runner who was puking into the grass. A few runners asked if she needed help and she asked if we could send someone back at the next aid station. Even though the marathoners still had a loop at the next aid station, we were all still so close. At this point I realized that just finishing was enough.

At the aid station I had two cups of soda, electrolytes, and water. An volunteer pulled a gallon of water from a cooler and asked if I would like to have some poured on me too cool me off I said absolutely, mentioned that my phone was in my pack, so he told me to tip my head back and poured the water over the bill of my cap and it rushed down over me. I gasped. It was a shock to the system, a fantastic one. I thanked him profusely and asked how far it was to the end. He said one and six tenths of a mile.

So I took off, walking one minute, running (really, shuffling) for a minute. There started to be spectators, which helped. Once I saw the finish I was able to shuffle for the rest of the way. I heard my name as I approached the finish and saw J. coming towards me with the camera and I couldn’t believe it. I was done. It was over. I didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. I think I did a little of both.

Post-race – I wanted ice bath, beer, t-shirt in that order. I chatted with some of the runners that I spent time with on the trail. I drank a ton of water. I was a little disoriented but so, so happy.

The bad: I think I needed to run more trails and hills and maybe I should have overdressed for some of my runs, but I’m not sure how I could have prepared adequately for that heat and humidity. I need to rethink my camelbak and/or practice quick filling it or just be okay with taking the time to fill it because I was definitely out of water around mile twenty-five.

Also, sure I am sore but the worst is the roof of my mouth, towards the back of my throat is sore and my jaw is distractingly achy. What’s up with that?

The good: Listening to Steve Reich in the woods is pretty amazing. I met a lot of cool people. The volunteers were incredibly accommodating. I didn’t walk away hating endurance racing or the distance but for now I think I’ve hit the limit of the distance I’m prepared to cover and I’m okay with that. I’m looking for my next race.

Later that evening: After getting some food we decided we could make it the house of dear friends for their housewarming-turned-engagement party. My friends expressed their surprise that I made it and made a fuss over me, which was sweet, poked at my quads which was actually kind of funny and indulged my race story blow-by-blow race accounts.

In DC when you chat with new people everyone always asks what you do – it can get pretty tedious. This was the first time that instead, what I did that day was a topic. The race had been a floating topic of conversation. One fellow had heard the distance and looked at me and said, “So it was a cycling race.” I replied no, and watched him think for a minute. “Wait, so you were running?” I said yes. “So you ran almost 32 miles.” Yes. “That’s crazy!” Sometimes people say this about marathons and I pass it off, because ultimately it’s hard, but not totally out there. But that evening, I took a sip of my adult beverage, looked at him, and agreed.

Yesterday I ran my second marathon in Richmond, VA. I ran my first in Pittsburgh, PA this past year in May after a Christmas Party agreement with my cousin’s husband, Luke last year. After we recovered a bit from Pittsburgh we talked about doing the Marine Corps, here in DC but it filled too quickly so I pitched the idea of running Richmond because it’s still pretty close and is supposed to be a nice time and a good course.

With Joanna gone in Maine for a few months, I thought that I would have plenty of time to train and would get tons and tons of miles in. While I did have a good deal of time I also took on a freelance editing project and work got really crazy. On top of this I ended up visiting in Maine more than I anticipated. A wonderful thing, but the traveling did leave me more tired than I anticipated from time to time. I also ended up being sick on and off for two weeks or so before the marathon. That said, as the marathon came closer, I kept reminding myself that I was averaging about 5 more miles per week in training than I had for the last marathon, was running faster, had been doing more controlled training, like speedwork and tempo runs and was feeling better during and after my long runs. As Luke and I walked out of the hotel to position ourselves at the start I remember talking about how we were each nervous but ultimately, it was like any other weekend – we were heading out for a long one.

My family was coming from around the Morgantown area and were kind enough to offer to pick me up and take me back – I had planned on taking the train as the thought of driving after the marathon sounded completely miserable. So they arrived just after noon on Friday. We had an easy drive down to Richmond, stopping on the way for lunch where we ate carbs, carbs, carbs. We hit the expo and picked up our race packets. Luke got a headband to cover his ears in the cold and I introduced him to BodyGlide. I’m not sure how he has survived running this long without it.

We checked in to our hotel, the Comfort Inn on the north western part of Richmond. It was a bit of a lackluster pit whose advertised internet didn’t work. But it was cheap and we booked it just a few weeks before marathon time. Finding dinner the night before proved to be a complete and unanticipated fiasco. It never occurred to me that we should book a reservation but we found no wait under an hour at any of the restaurants we tried in Carytown so we gave up and hit the chain restaurants just outside of the city. At that point it was a relief just to find a place to relax and I played word games with their son as Luke and my cousin worked out the logistics of the next day.

I was nervous, but I didn’t feel as overwhelmed or anxious as I had before Pittsburgh, maybe because it wasn’t a complete unknown. We went back to the hotel. I got my things together, talked to Joanna on the phone, took a shower and went to bed about midnight.

The next morning I ate a spare bagel Luke had brought with honey and almond butter (I found these great packages where a nut butter and a sweetener is combined in a little packet. Really convenient.) I had a little bit of coffee, and some gatorade. I met up with everyone and we headed out to the car to drive to the start. My cousin, Sherea and Perry were going to try to meet us at a couple of points during the marathon but really, most of the city was blocked off in some way from the marathon. Figuring that out was going to be a real trick for them and as we got further downtown we were noting streets that were open and where they were in relation to the marathon course.

It was freezing when we got to the start. Both Luke and I were wearing top layers. I planned to chuck mine at some point along with the cheapie gloves that I was wearing. Luke was planning to give his shirt to Sherea at mile 3. Instead of stand in line at the porta-potties Sherea located a Starbucks inside the Marriott on the same block as the starting line so she and Perry got beverages while Luke and I stood in line with a bunch of other runners inside the nice warm hotel once, and then again. I will say that the entire marathon, for being as large as it was, wasn’t a hectic experience. We didn’t head outside to line up, maybe 10 minutes before the marathon start, finding plenty of room around the midway point for our respective corrals. I ended up ditching my sweatshirt just before the gun went off and we headed off and were able to cross the actual start pretty quickly.

Last marathon Luke totally went out too fast and bonked a bit at the end so my good pace is his reserve pace so we ran where I felt like I was making a little effort and used my Garmin to reign in our pace around a 10 minute mile from miles 1-4. It was nice to hang out, chat and actually get a little running time in together. It’s funny that we do running events together but haven’t actually run together until this marathon! Somewhere around mile 1, we were still downtown and on a straightaway before me I see a man with a mike, a small speaker and a huge sign that starts with the word, “repent” – no good ever comes after that word, especially on a sign. I quickly scanned the sign and sure enough partway down I saw the word, “homosexuals.” There’s nothing like being condemned to hell within the first 10 minutes of a race. I couldn’t help myself, as we passed the man, I leaped in the air, hands waiving and yelled, “I’m gay! I’m gay!” a second later we heard, “and God loves gay people, too…” I apologized for my outburst but Luke seemed to think it was pretty funny. Around 2.5 miles I ditched my gloves. As we approached the first turn at mile 3 we began to look for Sherea and Perry but didn’t see them so Luke ended up stashing his shirt at the corner of a building, hoping that it would still be there if we came back to look for it post-race.

At mile 4 Luke and I split up because I decided to hit the bathrooms. I grabbed some water at the stop and as I waited in the port-a-potty line there was a guy in front of me with very cool green stripy arm warmers. He was also drinking water and as he turned towards me I noticed that his bib said, “moose”. Being a little over-excited from the initial race endorphin rush, I slapped him on the arm a few times and pointed to my own bib which said, “m00se”. He was very gracious about it and only spilled a little on himself. I got back on the road and had a few sports beans. The back pocket of my knickers was loaded with various energy things and it looked like I had a weird tumor growing out of my back so unloading the oddly shaped things first seemed like a good idea.

Though I was warm from running and I could tell that the temperature was rising, I noticed that my hands were absolutely freezing. This has happened to me a few times recently, that my hands get so cold during a run that by the end I can barely move them. I really wanted those gloves back. It was getting difficult to even change songs on my MP3 player. So, around mile 6 I started scanning the ground for abandoned gloves.

I found a really cute pink striped pair but spotted the mate too late to make a grab. I was still keeping up a great pace for me, about a 10 minute mile, but I was missing pacing myself off of someone for whom the pace seemed effortless. As I was thinking about this I noticed a younger fellow in red shorts and a white top. We seemed to be running at about the same pace. So without thinking I just kind of tried to keep up with him for a while. It wasn’t hard, and didn’t require me to push myself too much but it was just nice to have a focal point for the run. I could keep running and pretty much know that I was on target in terms of pace without looking at my watch all the time. I kept this up until I stopped to make a pit stop around mile 12.

As I ran over the Huguenot Bridge at mile 7 I spotted a black pair of gloves almost identical to the ones I had tossed previously. I thankfully put them on my freezing hands as I took in the view from the bridge.  We were entering the more rural part of the run along the James River. It was simply gorgeous. There were some houses but for the most part they were off to our right with the river on the left and a gorgeous canopy of autumn leaves above us. This was probably my favorite part of the whole run. It was funny how serene it felt even surrounded by all those other runners.

This was also about the point in the race where the crowd support got kind of funny. Richmond is hailed as the friendliest marathon course. So far I hadn’t seen it, but I didn’t really have much to compare it too besides Pittsburgh. Except for a mile or two here or there, the Pittsburgh course felt like a party the whole way, despite the lousy weather. The support over the course of the Richmond Marathon wasn’t as constant but it did have it’s quirks. After we left the riverside, we ran though a more residential area, passing a woman standing at the edge of her lawn with a noisemaker a huge bowl filled with pretzels held out the the runners. Lawn or even living room furniture filled with spectators was a common sight as was people out on their stoop or leaning out of a window shouting support. At one point I high-fived a little girl in footie pajamas still wearing a bit of breakfast on her cheeks. I remain awed by the support one finds when running a marathon not only from fellow runners but from the spectators. Before we took off Luke and I were discussing the way running in a marathon felt, how you could have this little rockstar experience that one might not get in any other context. It is hard to explain, but it is crazy to spend a few hours with people holding signs, screaming, telling you that you can do it, and you’ve got this, and you look great, passing you food and beverages and cops stopping traffic for you. Really, it’s just wild.

Remember those abandoned gloves? Without thinking, from mile 7 until about 12 I proceeded to take those gloves of unknown origins and wipe my entire face with them. Those gloves were on the ground and probably had been run over by a few hundred runners. Long distance running, as a general rule, is pretty gross. Around mile 10 I took a Gu gel which in retrospect was a mistake. I think the gel really screwed with my stomach for the next 10 miles forcing bathroom stops at miles 12, 14, and 16. I didn’t feel completely terrible, but I didn’t feel great either which sucked after the first 10 miles, which were pretty great. As I waited in line for the port-a-john at mile 12 I tucked my gloves into my bra, then realized it had warmed up and I really didn’t need them any more so back to the ground they went.

Around the halfway point I ran for a bit behind a woman who had a sign on her back saying that she was running in honor of her late husband who had died earlier this year. It was a sobering way to think about running as a solitary experience, even in the sea of runners. I saw her several times over second half of the race.

I hadn’t really poured over the course map the way I had for Pittsburgh. According to what I had read, something happened around mile 15, a hill or something. I knew whatever it was, it was coming and I was trying to prepare myself for it. Despite the stomach issues, I really wasn’t feeling too bad, but kept having weird thoughts about quitting, which was strange for me because that rarely happens. As I approached the marker for mile 15 I saw a long bridge stretch out to my left and I got excited because I love running bridges, then I realized that this was the dreaded thing. I couldn’t figure out why just looking at it so I made the turn with just a little pang of dread but still, looked forward to running the bridge. I got a “lookin’ good” from a cute cop as I hit the overpass. I allowed myself to think that she actually meant it just for the ego boost. Then I saw a sign that said, “Make the Lee Bridge Your Bitch.” It seemed like a good plan of attack. The view of the James River from the Lee Bridge was just extraordinary. This was a nice distraction until about ¾ of the way across the bridge when I realized that the problem was the bloody headwind. It felt like you were fighting for every step as the end of the bridge got closer, but then just like that it was over.

My stomach felt the worst miles 16 though 19. I was afraid that it was just going to get worse but as I ran on to mile 20 there was a drastic improvement. Somewhere in here I was offered pretzels, I don’t think it was from the designated junk food stop at mile 16 (where I had a gummy bear and tossed the rest of them. I don’t know how anyone eats a gummy bear while running). Again, a testament to how disgusting running is – the woman offering the pretzels, God bless her, had a hand full suspended over a bowl and deposited them directly into my hands after we made eye contact. Brilliant, because I didn’t even slow down. Disgusting because, well it was. I think double dipping amongst a group of marathoners wouldn’t even be an offense. Eating and running is something that I’ve been afraid of as I’m clumsy and figured that the focus required to chew and run would automatically result in my tripping right into a ditch, but I happily munched on 6 or 7 pretzels over the next few miles. I finally saw my cousin and her son at mile 19 which was a welcome sight and gave me a nice boost as I approached the last 6.2 miles.

Mile 20 always seems kind of scary because you’re tired, and maybe a little bored and you know that “the wall” is supposed to come and flatten you and grind you into the pavement. I made my last pit stop here and as I left decided that I should check out the local NPR station on the radio because I was bored with my music. A little clicking around revealed only a classical music station and no fun weekend NPR shows which was a disappointment, so back to the music. The beginning of mile 22 was a glorious festival of people and snacks. First the usual water and Powerade stop, then no kidding, a homemade sign showing pretzels and beer. As I was offered a cup I said, “beer?” to the nice lady and she nodded as I said “brilliant!” as I trotted off. Part of me wondered if this was a good idea. Theoretically I knew it was not, however as I gazed into the fizzy head atop my little dixie cup of light beer swill (yum!) I said what the hell and took a sip. It was good. I felt good. It was awesome.

As I approached mile 23 I saw what looked like someone stretching in the middle of the street off in the distance. I thought to myself, come on man, you’re going to do that, right there? You can’t move off to the side? As I got closer I saw a man crouched down with his right leg stretched out at an angle in front of him. In typical me fashion I was still a little annoyed even though there was plenty of room to get around him. I waited for him to switch legs and stretch out the other. A few more steps and I saw that his left leg was fitted with a running prosthetic. I don’t know how many times I have to prove to myself what an asshole I am. Running for me has always been a quantifiable way to know that I was improving at something. Distance running especially is a chance to see how I can push myself, to literally see how far I can go. Here was another reminder that there are other ways of pushing myself, to not be so quick to judge and quick to annoyance. Sometimes, yes you do just have to stretch right there in the middle of the street and everyone else will just have to get out of the way. As I passed I sped up and felt the full weight of my body on each foot as it touched the ground, grateful for each step. I cried right through to the water stop at mile 23.

I have a bad habit of wanting to be done with a run just before I hit my target distance. It’s like my body knows how far I need to go and really doesn’t want to go a single step farther and just to ensure that this doesn’t happen wants to stop just a mile or two before I’m done. This was mile 24. I kept flipping songs, looking for the right one and telling myself just two miles, you can do two miles without even trying. This is so easy, just keep going. At mile 25 I picked it up and “In for the Kill” by la Roux came on around mile 25.5. I booked it right into mile 26 and hit repeat. There is a short sharp downhill at the start of mile 26 which I actually think kind of sucked because the grade felt severe on my tired quads. The descent was short though and there was the finish line right in front of me. I surprised myself by running even faster, tired though I was, and was running about an 8 minute a mile pace as I crossed the finish. I hope to learn to maintain that kind of speed through the whole race in the future.

My official time was 4:51:06. It was better than my first by about 22 minutes, but not as good as I had secretly hoped. It was sub-5 hours and that was a time I could live with. I am happy that I learned to eat and run and to know how good a little beer can taste on the race course. I think I need to ditch the Gu for good and find something else that works for me, the bathroom stops are killing me and I’m far to slow to absorb them. Overall it was a fun and quirky race but I don’t think I feel the need to make it a repeat event, but thanks Richmond for a great race!

Honestly, it’s been difficult to strike a balance between getting things done in the house and taking some time to just chill out and enjoy the summer. This weekend, though, I think we came close to hitting the mark. Friday we went out and tried Sakana in Dupont and then saw Woody Allen’s new film. The sushi was actually quite good, and the oyster roll was excellent. The film was not quite what I expected, but was hilarious. If you get a chance, you should see it. Saturday we went and picked out a treadmill to replace our gym membership, then we finished painting the bedroom. It is a really gorgeous shade of blue now. Today we did the trim after hitting the Takoma Park farmer’s market and having brunch at Mark’s Kitchen. An indulgence, I’m almost embarrassed to say, we’ve succumbed to for the past three Sunday mornings. I also ran into an old college friend while looking for melon’s which was a nice surprise.

So, now the first round of improvements to the house are really finished. Time to unpack, put the books on the shelves, mow the damn lawn, and find some patio furniture so we can finally enjoy that deck we were so excited about.

From the list created by Dr. Peter Boxall. I thought it would be fun to see which ones I’ve read (listed in bold below). I haven’t had much time to contemplate the list itself. That said, these things usually make me crazy, because the always seem skewed in some fashion.

Which ones have you read?

  1. 2000s
  2. Never Let Me Go – Kazuo Ishiguro
  3. Saturday – Ian McEwan
  4. On Beauty – Zadie Smith
  5. Slow Man – J.M. Coetzee
  6. Adjunct: An Undigest – Peter Manson
  7. The Sea – John Banville
  8. The Red Queen – Margaret Drabble
  9. The Plot Against America – Philip Roth
  10. The Master – Colm Tóibín
  11. Vanishing Point – David Markson
  12. The Lambs of London – Peter Ackroyd
  13. Dining on Stones – Iain Sinclair
  14. Cloud Atlas – David Mitchell
  15. Drop City – T. Coraghessan Boyle
  16. The Colour – Rose Tremain
  17. Thursbitch – Alan Garner
  18. The Light of Day – Graham Swift
  19. What I Loved – Siri Hustvedt
  20. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time – Mark Haddon
  21. Islands – Dan Sleigh
  22. Elizabeth Costello – J.M. Coetzee
  23. London Orbital – Iain Sinclair
  24. Family Matters – Rohinton Mistry
  25. Fingersmith – Sarah Waters
  26. The Double – José Saramago
  27. Everything is Illuminated – Jonathan Safran Foer
  28. Unless – Carol Shields
  29. Kafka on the Shore – Haruki Murakami
  30. The Story of Lucy Gault – William Trevor
  31. That They May Face the Rising Sun – John McGahern
  32. In the Forest – Edna O’Brien
  33. Shroud – John Banville
  34. Middlesex – Jeffrey Eugenides
  35. Youth – J.M. Coetzee
  36. Dead Air – Iain Banks
  37. Nowhere Man – Aleksandar Hemon
  38. The Book of Illusions – Paul Auster
  39. Gabriel’s Gift – Hanif Kureishi
  40. Austerlitz – W.G. Sebald
  41. Platform – Michael Houellebecq
  42. Schooling – Heather McGowan
  43. Atonement – Ian McEwan
  44. The Corrections – Jonathan Franzen
  45. Don’t Move – Margaret Mazzantini
  46. The Body Artist – Don DeLillo
  47. Fury – Salman Rushdie
  48. At Swim, Two Boys – Jamie O’Neill
  49. Choke – Chuck Palahniuk
  50. Life of Pi – Yann Martel
  51. The Feast of the Goat – Mario Vargos Llosa
  52. An Obedient Father – Akhil Sharma
  53. The Devil and Miss Prym – Paulo Coelho
  54. Spring Flowers, Spring Frost – Ismail Kadare
  55. White Teeth – Zadie Smith
  56. The Heart of Redness – Zakes Mda
  57. Under the Skin – Michel Faber
  58. Ignorance – Milan Kundera
  59. Nineteen Seventy Seven – David Peace
  60. Celestial Harmonies – Péter Esterházy
  61. City of God – E.L. Doctorow
  62. How the Dead Live – Will Self
  63. The Human Stain – Philip Roth
  64. The Blind Assassin – Margaret Atwood
  65. After the Quake – Haruki Murakami
  66. Small Remedies – Shashi Deshpande
  67. Super-Cannes – J.G. Ballard
  68. House of Leaves – Mark Z. Danielewski
  69. Blonde – Joyce Carol Oates
  70. Pastoralia – George Saunders
  71. 1900s
  72. Timbuktu – Paul Auster
  73. The Romantics – Pankaj Mishra
  74. Cryptonomicon – Neal Stephenson (have gotten part-way through this like 3 times)
  75. As If I Am Not There – Slavenka Drakuli?
  76. Everything You Need – A.L. Kennedy
  77. Fear and Trembling – Amélie Nothomb
  78. The Ground Beneath Her Feet – Salman Rushdie
  79. Disgrace – J.M. Coetzee
  80. Sputnik Sweetheart – Haruki Murakami
  81. Elementary Particles – Michel Houellebecq
  82. Intimacy – Hanif Kureishi
  83. Amsterdam – Ian McEwan
  84. Cloudsplitter – Russell Banks
  85. All Souls Day – Cees Nooteboom
  86. The Talk of the Town – Ardal O’Hanlon
  87. Tipping the Velvet – Sarah Waters
  88. The Poisonwood Bible – Barbara Kingsolver
  89. Glamorama – Bret Easton Ellis
  90. Another World – Pat Barker
  91. The Hours – Michael Cunningham
  92. Veronika Decides to Die – Paulo Coelho
  93. Mason & Dixon – Thomas Pynchon
  94. The God of Small Things – Arundhati Roy
  95. Memoirs of a Geisha – Arthur Golden
  96. Great Apes – Will Self
  97. Enduring Love – Ian McEwan
  98. Underworld – Don DeLillo
  99. Jack Maggs – Peter Carey
  100. The Life of Insects – Victor Pelevin
  101. American Pastoral – Philip Roth
  102. The Untouchable – John Banville
  103. Silk – Alessandro Baricco
  104. Cocaine Nights – J.G. Ballard
  105. Hallucinating Foucault – Patricia Duncker
  106. Fugitive Pieces – Anne Michaels
  107. The Ghost Road – Pat Barker
  108. Forever a Stranger – Hella Haasse
  109. Infinite Jest – David Foster Wallace
  110. The Clay Machine-Gun – Victor Pelevin
  111. Alias Grace – Margaret Atwood
  112. The Unconsoled – Kazuo Ishiguro
  113. Morvern Callar – Alan Warner
  114. The Information – Martin Amis
  115. The Moor’s Last Sigh – Salman Rushdie
  116. Sabbath’s Theater – Philip Roth
  117. The Rings of Saturn – W.G. Sebald
  118. The Reader – Bernhard Schlink
  119. A Fine Balance – Rohinton Mistry
  120. Love’s Work – Gillian Rose
  121. The End of the Story – Lydia Davis
  122. Mr. Vertigo – Paul Auster
  123. The Folding Star – Alan Hollinghurst
  124. Whatever – Michel Houellebecq
  125. Land – Park Kyong-ni
  126. The Master of Petersburg – J.M. Coetzee
  127. The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle – Haruki Murakami
  128. Pereira Declares: A Testimony – Antonio Tabucchi
  129. City Sister Silver – Jàchym Topol
  130. How Late It Was, How Late – James Kelman
  131. Captain Corelli’s Mandolin – Louis de Bernieres
  132. Felicia’s Journey – William Trevor
  133. Disappearance – David Dabydeen
  134. The Invention of Curried Sausage – Uwe Timm
  135. The Shipping News – E. Annie Proulx
  136. Trainspotting – Irvine Welsh
  137. Birdsong – Sebastian Faulks
  138. Looking for the Possible Dance – A.L. Kennedy
  139. Operation Shylock – Philip Roth
  140. Complicity – Iain Banks
  141. On Love – Alain de Botton
  142. What a Carve Up! – Jonathan Coe
  143. A Suitable Boy – Vikram Seth
  144. The Stone Diaries – Carol Shields
  145. The Virgin Suicides – Jeffrey Eugenides
  146. The House of Doctor Dee – Peter Ackroyd
  147. The Robber Bride – Margaret Atwood
  148. The Emigrants – W.G. Sebald
  149. The Secret History – Donna Tartt
  150. Life is a Caravanserai – Emine Özdamar
  151. The Discovery of Heaven – Harry Mulisch
  152. A Heart So White – Javier Marias
  153. Possessing the Secret of Joy – Alice Walker
  154. Indigo – Marina Warner
  155. The Crow Road – Iain Banks
  156. Written on the Body – Jeanette Winterson
  157. Jazz – Toni Morrison
  158. The English Patient – Michael Ondaatje
  159. Smilla’s Sense of Snow – Peter Høeg
  160. The Butcher Boy – Patrick McCabe
  161. Black Water – Joyce Carol Oates
  162. The Heather Blazing – Colm Tóibín
  163. Asphodel – H.D. (Hilda Doolittle)
  164. Black Dogs – Ian McEwan
  165. Hideous Kinky – Esther Freud
  166. Arcadia – Jim Crace
  167. Wild Swans – Jung Chang
  168. American Psycho – Bret Easton Ellis
  169. Time’s Arrow – Martin Amis
  170. Mao II – Don DeLillo
  171. Typical – Padgett Powell
  172. Regeneration – Pat Barker
  173. Downriver – Iain Sinclair
  174. Señor Vivo and the Coca Lord – Louis de Bernieres
  175. Wise Children – Angela Carter
  176. Get Shorty – Elmore Leonard
  177. Amongst Women – John McGahern
  178. Vineland – Thomas Pynchon
  179. Vertigo – W.G. Sebald
  180. Stone Junction – Jim Dodge
  181. The Music of Chance – Paul Auster
  182. The Things They Carried – Tim O’Brien
  183. A Home at the End of the World – Michael Cunningham
  184. Like Life – Lorrie Moore
  185. Possession – A.S. Byatt
  186. The Buddha of Suburbia – Hanif Kureishi
  187. The Midnight Examiner – William Kotzwinkle
  188. A Disaffection – James Kelman
  189. Sexing the Cherry – Jeanette Winterson
  190. Moon Palace – Paul Auster
  191. Billy Bathgate – E.L. Doctorow
  192. Remains of the Day – Kazuo Ishiguro
  193. The Melancholy of Resistance – László Krasznahorkai
  194. The Temple of My Familiar – Alice Walker
  195. The Trick is to Keep Breathing – Janice Galloway
  196. The History of the Siege of Lisbon – José Saramago
  197. Like Water for Chocolate – Laura Esquivel
  198. A Prayer for Owen Meany – John Irving
  199. London Fields – Martin Amis
  200. The Book of Evidence – John Banville
  201. Cat’s Eye – Margaret Atwood
  202. Foucault’s Pendulum – Umberto Eco
  203. The Beautiful Room is Empty – Edmund White
  204. Wittgenstein’s Mistress – David Markson
  205. The Satanic Verses – Salman Rushdie
  206. The Swimming-Pool Library – Alan Hollinghurst
  207. Oscar and Lucinda – Peter Carey
  208. Libra – Don DeLillo
  209. The Player of Games – Iain M. Banks
  210. Nervous Conditions – Tsitsi Dangarembga
  211. The Long Dark Teatime of the Soul – Douglas Adams
  212. Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency – Douglas Adams
  213. The Radiant Way – Margaret Drabble
  214. The Afternoon of a Writer – Peter Handke
  215. The Black Dahlia – James Ellroy
  216. The Passion – Jeanette Winterson
  217. The Pigeon – Patrick Süskind
  218. The Child in Time – Ian McEwan
  219. Cigarettes – Harry Mathews
  220. The Bonfire of the Vanities – Tom Wolfe
  221. The New York Trilogy – Paul Auster
  222. World’s End – T. Coraghessan Boyle
  223. Enigma of Arrival – V.S. Naipaul
  224. The Taebek Mountains – Jo Jung-rae
  225. Beloved – Toni Morrison
  226. Anagrams – Lorrie Moore
  227. Matigari – Ngugi Wa Thiong’o
  228. Marya – Joyce Carol Oates
  229. Watchmen – Alan Moore & David Gibbons
  230. The Old Devils – Kingsley Amis
  231. Lost Language of Cranes – David Leavitt
  232. An Artist of the Floating World – Kazuo Ishiguro
  233. Extinction – Thomas Bernhard
  234. Foe – J.M. Coetzee
  235. The Drowned and the Saved – Primo Levi
  236. Reasons to Live – Amy Hempel
  237. The Parable of the Blind – Gert Hofmann
  238. Love in the Time of Cholera – Gabriel García Márquez
  239. Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit – Jeanette Winterson
  240. The Cider House Rules – John Irving
  241. A Maggot – John Fowles
  242. Less Than Zero – Bret Easton Ellis
  243. Contact – Carl Sagan
  244. The Handmaid’s Tale – Margaret Atwood
  245. Perfume – Patrick Süskind
  246. Old Masters – Thomas Bernhard
  247. White Noise – Don DeLillo
  248. Queer – William Burroughs
  249. Hawksmoor – Peter Ackroyd
  250. Legend – David Gemmell
  251. Dictionary of the Khazars – Milorad Pavi?
  252. The Bus Conductor Hines – James Kelman
  253. The Year of the Death of Ricardo Reis – José Saramago
  254. The Lover – Marguerite Duras
  255. Empire of the Sun – J.G. Ballard
  256. The Wasp Factory – Iain Banks
  257. Nights at the Circus – Angela Carter
  258. The Unbearable Lightness of Being – Milan Kundera
  259. Blood and Guts in High School – Kathy Acker
  260. Neuromancer – William Gibson
  261. Flaubert’s Parrot – Julian Barnes
  262. Money: A Suicide Note – Martin Amis
  263. Shame – Salman Rushdie
  264. Worstward Ho – Samuel Beckett
  265. Fools of Fortune – William Trevor
  266. La Brava – Elmore Leonard
  267. Waterland – Graham Swift
  268. The Life and Times of Michael K – J.M. Coetzee
  269. The Diary of Jane Somers – Doris Lessing
  270. The Piano Teacher – Elfriede Jelinek
  271. The Sorrow of Belgium – Hugo Claus
  272. If Not Now, When? – Primo Levi
  273. A Boy’s Own Story – Edmund White
  274. The Color Purple – Alice Walker
  275. Wittgenstein’s Nephew – Thomas Bernhard
  276. A Pale View of Hills – Kazuo Ishiguro
  277. Schindler’s Ark – Thomas Keneally
  278. The House of the Spirits – Isabel Allende
  279. The Newton Letter – John Banville
  280. On the Black Hill – Bruce Chatwin
  281. Concrete – Thomas Bernhard
  282. The Names – Don DeLillo
  283. Rabbit is Rich – John Updike
  284. Lanark: A Life in Four Books – Alasdair Gray
  285. The Comfort of Strangers – Ian McEwan
  286. July’s People – Nadine Gordimer
  287. Summer in Baden-Baden – Leonid Tsypkin
  288. Broken April – Ismail Kadare
  289. Waiting for the Barbarians – J.M. Coetzee
  290. Midnight’s Children – Salman Rushdie
  291. Rites of Passage – William Golding
  292. Rituals – Cees Nooteboom
  293. Confederacy of Dunces – John Kennedy Toole
  294. City Primeval – Elmore Leonard
  295. The Name of the Rose – Umberto Eco
  296. The Book of Laughter and Forgetting – Milan Kundera
  297. Smiley’s People – John Le Carré
  298. Shikasta – Doris Lessing
  299. A Bend in the River – V.S. Naipaul
  300. Burger’s Daughter – Nadine Gordimer
  301. The Safety Net – Heinrich Böll
  302. If On a Winter’s Night a Traveler – Italo Calvino
  303. The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – Douglas Adams
  304. The Cement Garden – Ian McEwan
  305. The World According to Garp – John Irving
  306. Life: A User’s Manual – Georges Perec
  307. The Sea, The Sea – Iris Murdoch
  308. The Singapore Grip – J.G. Farrell
  309. Yes – Thomas Bernhard
  310. The Virgin in the Garden – A.S. Byatt
  311. In the Heart of the Country – J.M. Coetzee
  312. The Passion of New Eve – Angela Carter
  313. Delta of Venus – Anaïs Nin
  314. The Shining – Stephen King
  315. Dispatches – Michael Herr
  316. Petals of Blood – Ngugi Wa Thiong’o
  317. Song of Solomon – Toni Morrison
  318. The Hour of the Star – Clarice Lispector
  319. The Left-Handed Woman – Peter Handke
  320. Ratner’s Star – Don DeLillo
  321. The Public Burning – Robert Coover
  322. Interview With the Vampire – Anne Rice
  323. Cutter and Bone – Newton Thornburg
  324. Amateurs – Donald Barthelme
  325. Patterns of Childhood – Christa Wolf
  326. Autumn of the Patriarch – Gabriel García Márquez
  327. W, or the Memory of Childhood – Georges Perec
  328. A Dance to the Music of Time – Anthony Powell
  329. Grimus – Salman Rushdie
  330. The Dead Father – Donald Barthelme
  331. Fateless – Imre Kertész
  332. Willard and His Bowling Trophies – Richard Brautigan
  333. High Rise – J.G. Ballard
  334. Humboldt’s Gift – Saul Bellow
  335. Dead Babies – Martin Amis
  336. Correction – Thomas Bernhard
  337. Ragtime – E.L. Doctorow
  338. The Fan Man – William Kotzwinkle
  339. Dusklands – J.M. Coetzee
  340. The Lost Honor of Katharina Blum – Heinrich Böll
  341. Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy – John Le Carré
  342. Breakfast of Champions – Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
  343. Fear of Flying – Erica Jong
  344. A Question of Power – Bessie Head
  345. The Siege of Krishnapur – J.G. Farrell
  346. The Castle of Crossed Destinies – Italo Calvino
  347. Crash – J.G. Ballard
  348. The Honorary Consul – Graham Greene
  349. Gravity’s Rainbow – Thomas Pynchon
  350. The Black Prince – Iris Murdoch
  351. Sula – Toni Morrison
  352. Invisible Cities – Italo Calvino
  353. The Breast – Philip Roth
  354. The Summer Book – Tove Jansson
  355. G – John Berger
  356. Surfacing – Margaret Atwood
  357. House Mother Normal – B.S. Johnson
  358. In A Free State – V.S. Naipaul
  359. The Book of Daniel – E.L. Doctorow
  360. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas – Hunter S. Thompson
  361. Group Portrait With Lady – Heinrich Böll
  362. The Wild Boys – William Burroughs
  363. Rabbit Redux – John Updike
  364. The Sea of Fertility – Yukio Mishima
  365. The Driver’s Seat – Muriel Spark
  366. The Ogre – Michael Tournier
  367. The Bluest Eye – Toni Morrison
  368. Goalie’s Anxiety at the Penalty Kick – Peter Handke
  369. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings – Maya Angelou
  370. Mercier et Camier – Samuel Beckett
  371. Troubles – J.G. Farrell
  372. Jahrestage – Uwe Johnson
  373. The Atrocity Exhibition – J.G. Ballard
  374. Tent of Miracles – Jorge Amado
  375. Pricksongs and Descants – Robert Coover
  376. Blind Man With a Pistol – Chester Hines
  377. Slaughterhouse-five – Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
  378. The French Lieutenant’s Woman – John Fowles
  379. The Green Man – Kingsley Amis
  380. Portnoy’s Complaint – Philip Roth
  381. The Godfather – Mario Puzo
  382. Ada – Vladimir Nabokov
  383. Them – Joyce Carol Oates
  384. A Void/Avoid – Georges Perec
  385. Eva Trout – Elizabeth Bowen
  386. Myra Breckinridge – Gore Vidal
  387. The Nice and the Good – Iris Murdoch
  388. Belle du Seigneur – Albert Cohen
  389. Cancer Ward – Aleksandr Isayevich Solzhenitsyn
  390. The First Circle – Aleksandr Isayevich Solzhenitsyn
  391. 2001: A Space Odyssey – Arthur C. Clarke
  392. Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? – Philip K. Dick
  393. Dark as the Grave Wherein My Friend is Laid – Malcolm Lowry
  394. The German Lesson – Siegfried Lenz
  395. In Watermelon Sugar – Richard Brautigan
  396. A Kestrel for a Knave – Barry Hines
  397. The Quest for Christa T. – Christa Wolf
  398. Chocky – John Wyndham
  399. The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test – Tom Wolfe
  400. The Cubs and Other Stories – Mario Vargas Llosa
  401. One Hundred Years of Solitude – Gabriel García Márquez
  402. The Master and Margarita – Mikhail Bulgakov
  403. Pilgrimage – Dorothy Richardson
  404. The Joke – Milan Kundera
  405. No Laughing Matter – Angus Wilson
  406. The Third Policeman – Flann O’Brien
  407. A Man Asleep – Georges Perec
  408. The Birds Fall Down – Rebecca West
  409. Trawl – B.S. Johnson
  410. In Cold Blood – Truman Capote
  411. The Magus – John Fowles
  412. The Vice-Consul – Marguerite Duras
  413. Wide Sargasso Sea – Jean Rhys
  414. Giles Goat-Boy – John Barth
  415. The Crying of Lot 49 – Thomas Pynchon
  416. Things – Georges Perec
  417. The River Between – Ngugi wa Thiong’o
  418. August is a Wicked Month – Edna O’Brien
  419. God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater – Kurt Vonnegut
  420. Everything That Rises Must Converge – Flannery O’Connor
  421. The Passion According to G.H. – Clarice Lispector
  422. Sometimes a Great Notion – Ken Kesey
  423. Come Back, Dr. Caligari – Donald Bartholme
  424. Albert Angelo – B.S. Johnson
  425. Arrow of God – Chinua Achebe
  426. The Ravishing of Lol V. Stein – Marguerite Duras
  427. Herzog – Saul Bellow
  428. V. – Thomas Pynchon
  429. Cat’s Cradle – Kurt Vonnegut
  430. The Graduate – Charles Webb
  431. Manon des Sources – Marcel Pagnol
  432. The Spy Who Came in from the Cold – John Le Carré
  433. The Girls of Slender Means – Muriel Spark
  434. Inside Mr. Enderby – Anthony Burgess
  435. The Bell Jar – Sylvia Plath
  436. One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich – Aleksandr Isayevich Solzhenitsyn
  437. The Collector – John Fowles
  438. One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest – Ken Kesey
  439. A Clockwork Orange – Anthony Burgess
  440. Pale Fire – Vladimir Nabokov
  441. The Drowned World – J.G. Ballard
  442. The Golden Notebook – Doris Lessing
  443. Labyrinths – Jorg Luis Borges
  444. Girl With Green Eyes – Edna O’Brien
  445. The Garden of the Finzi-Continis – Giorgio Bassani
  446. Stranger in a Strange Land – Robert Heinlein
  447. Franny and Zooey – J.D. Salinger
  448. A Severed Head – Iris Murdoch
  449. Faces in the Water – Janet Frame
  450. Solaris – Stanislaw Lem
  451. Cat and Mouse – Günter Grass
  452. The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie – Muriel Spark
  453. Catch-22 – Joseph Heller
  454. The Violent Bear it Away – Flannery O’Connor
  455. How It Is – Samuel Beckett
  456. Our Ancestors – Italo Calvino
  457. The Country Girls – Edna O’Brien
  458. To Kill a Mockingbird – Harper Lee
  459. Rabbit, Run – John Updike
  460. Promise at Dawn – Romain Gary
  461. Cider With Rosie – Laurie Lee
  462. Billy Liar – Keith Waterhouse
  463. Naked Lunch – William Burroughs
  464. The Tin Drum – Günter Grass
  465. Absolute Beginners – Colin MacInnes
  466. Henderson the Rain King – Saul Bellow
  467. Memento Mori – Muriel Spark
  468. Billiards at Half-Past Nine – Heinrich Böll
  469. Breakfast at Tiffany’s – Truman Capote
  470. The Leopard – Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa
  471. Pluck the Bud and Destroy the Offspring – Kenzaburo Oe
  472. A Town Like Alice – Nevil Shute
  473. The Bitter Glass – Eilís Dillon
  474. Things Fall Apart – Chinua Achebe
  475. Saturday Night and Sunday Morning – Alan Sillitoe
  476. Mrs. ‘Arris Goes to Paris – Paul Gallico
  477. Borstal Boy – Brendan Behan
  478. The End of the Road – John Barth
  479. The Once and Future King – T.H. White
  480. The Bell – Iris Murdoch
  481. Jealousy – Alain Robbe-Grillet
  482. Voss – Patrick White
  483. The Midwich Cuckoos – John Wyndham
  484. Blue Noon – Georges Bataille
  485. Homo Faber – Max Frisch
  486. On the Road – Jack Kerouac
  487. Pnin – Vladimir Nabokov
  488. Doctor Zhivago – Boris Pasternak
  489. The Wonderful “O” – James Thurber
  490. Justine – Lawrence Durrell
  491. Giovanni’s Room – James Baldwin
  492. The Lonely Londoners – Sam Selvon
  493. The Roots of Heaven – Romain Gary
  494. Seize the Day – Saul Bellow
  495. The Floating Opera – John Barth
  496. The Lord of the Rings – J.R.R. Tolkien
  497. The Talented Mr. Ripley – Patricia Highsmith
  498. Lolita – Vladimir Nabokov
  499. A World of Love – Elizabeth Bowen
  500. The Trusting and the Maimed – James Plunkett
  501. The Quiet American – Graham Greene
  502. The Last Temptation of Christ – Nikos Kazantzákis
  503. The Recognitions – William Gaddis
  504. The Ragazzi – Pier Paulo Pasolini
  505. Bonjour Tristesse – Françoise Sagan
  506. I’m Not Stiller – Max Frisch
  507. Self Condemned – Wyndham Lewis
  508. The Story of O – Pauline Réage
  509. A Ghost at Noon – Alberto Moravia
  510. Lord of the Flies – William Golding
  511. Under the Net – Iris Murdoch
  512. The Go-Between – L.P. Hartley
  513. The Long Goodbye – Raymond Chandler
  514. The Unnamable – Samuel Beckett
  515. Watt – Samuel Beckett
  516. Lucky Jim – Kingsley Amis
  517. Junkie – William Burroughs
  518. The Adventures of Augie March – Saul Bellow
  519. Go Tell It on the Mountain – James Baldwin
  520. Casino Royale – Ian Fleming
  521. The Judge and His Hangman – Friedrich Dürrenmatt
  522. Invisible Man – Ralph Ellison
  523. The Old Man and the Sea – Ernest Hemingway
  524. Wise Blood – Flannery O’Connor
  525. The Killer Inside Me – Jim Thompson
  526. Memoirs of Hadrian – Marguerite Yourcenar
  527. Malone Dies – Samuel Beckett
  528. Day of the Triffids – John Wyndham
  529. Foundation – Isaac Asimov
  530. The Opposing Shore – Julien Gracq
  531. The Catcher in the Rye – J.D. Salinger
  532. The Rebel – Albert Camus
  533. Molloy – Samuel Beckett
  534. The End of the Affair – Graham Greene
  535. The Abbot C – Georges Bataille
  536. The Labyrinth of Solitude – Octavio Paz
  537. The Third Man – Graham Greene
  538. The 13 Clocks – James Thurber
  539. Gormenghast – Mervyn Peake
  540. The Grass is Singing – Doris Lessing
  541. I, Robot – Isaac Asimov
  542. The Moon and the Bonfires – Cesare Pavese
  543. The Garden Where the Brass Band Played – Simon Vestdijk
  544. Love in a Cold Climate – Nancy Mitford
  545. The Case of Comrade Tulayev – Victor Serge
  546. The Heat of the Day – Elizabeth Bowen
  547. Kingdom of This World – Alejo Carpentier
  548. The Man With the Golden Arm – Nelson Algren
  549. Nineteen Eighty-Four – George Orwell
  550. All About H. Hatterr – G.V. Desani
  551. Disobedience – Alberto Moravia
  552. Death Sentence – Maurice Blanchot
  553. The Heart of the Matter – Graham Greene
  554. Cry, the Beloved Country – Alan Paton
  555. Doctor Faustus – Thomas Mann
  556. The Victim – Saul Bellow
  557. Exercises in Style – Raymond Queneau
  558. If This Is a Man – Primo Levi
  559. Under the Volcano – Malcolm Lowry
  560. The Path to the Nest of Spiders – Italo Calvino
  561. The Plague – Albert Camus
  562. Back – Henry Green
  563. Titus Groan – Mervyn Peake
  564. The Bridge on the Drina – Ivo Andri?
  565. Brideshead Revisited – Evelyn Waugh
  566. Animal Farm – George Orwell
  567. Cannery Row – John Steinbeck
  568. The Pursuit of Love – Nancy Mitford
  569. Loving – Henry Green
  570. Arcanum 17 – André Breton
  571. Christ Stopped at Eboli – Carlo Levi
  572. The Razor’s Edge – William Somerset Maugham
  573. Transit – Anna Seghers
  574. Ficciones – Jorge Luis Borges
  575. Dangling Man – Saul Bellow
  576. The Little Prince – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
  577. Caught – Henry Green
  578. The Glass Bead Game – Herman Hesse
  579. Embers – Sandor Marai
  580. Go Down, Moses – William Faulkner
  581. The Outsider – Albert Camus
  582. In Sicily – Elio Vittorini
  583. The Poor Mouth – Flann O’Brien
  584. The Living and the Dead – Patrick White
  585. Hangover Square – Patrick Hamilton
  586. Between the Acts – Virginia Woolf
  587. The Hamlet – William Faulkner
  588. Farewell My Lovely – Raymond Chandler
  589. For Whom the Bell Tolls – Ernest Hemingway
  590. Native Son – Richard Wright
  591. The Power and the Glory – Graham Greene
  592. The Tartar Steppe – Dino Buzzati
  593. Party Going – Henry Green
  594. The Grapes of Wrath – John Steinbeck
  595. Finnegans Wake – James Joyce
  596. At Swim-Two-Birds – Flann O’Brien
  597. Coming Up for Air – George Orwell
  598. Goodbye to Berlin – Christopher Isherwood
  599. Tropic of Capricorn – Henry Miller
  600. Good Morning, Midnight – Jean Rhys
  601. The Big Sleep – Raymond Chandler
  602. After the Death of Don Juan – Sylvie Townsend Warner
  603. Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day – Winifred Watson
  604. Nausea – Jean-Paul Sartre
  605. Rebecca – Daphne du Maurier
  606. Cause for Alarm – Eric Ambler
  607. Brighton Rock – Graham Greene
  608. U.S.A. – John Dos Passos
  609. Murphy – Samuel Beckett
  610. Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck
  611. Their Eyes Were Watching God – Zora Neale Hurston
  612. The Hobbit – J.R.R. Tolkien
  613. The Years – Virginia Woolf
  614. In Parenthesis – David Jones
  615. The Revenge for Love – Wyndham Lewis
  616. Out of Africa – Isak Dineson (Karen Blixen)
  617. To Have and Have Not – Ernest Hemingway
  618. Summer Will Show – Sylvia Townsend Warner
  619. Eyeless in Gaza – Aldous Huxley
  620. The Thinking Reed – Rebecca West
  621. Gone With the Wind – Margaret Mitchell
  622. Keep the Aspidistra Flying – George Orwell
  623. Wild Harbour – Ian MacPherson
  624. Absalom, Absalom! – William Faulkner
  625. At the Mountains of Madness – H.P. Lovecraft
  626. Nightwood – Djuna Barnes
  627. Independent People – Halldór Laxness
  628. Auto-da-Fé – Elias Canetti
  629. The Last of Mr. Norris – Christopher Isherwood
  630. They Shoot Horses, Don’t They? – Horace McCoy
  631. The House in Paris – Elizabeth Bowen
  632. England Made Me – Graham Greene
  633. Burmese Days – George Orwell
  634. The Nine Tailors – Dorothy L. Sayers
  635. Threepenny Novel – Bertolt Brecht
  636. Novel With Cocaine – M. Ageyev
  637. The Postman Always Rings Twice – James M. Cain
  638. Tropic of Cancer – Henry Miller
  639. A Handful of Dust – Evelyn Waugh
  640. Tender is the Night – F. Scott Fitzgerald
  641. Thank You, Jeeves – P.G. Wodehouse
  642. Call it Sleep – Henry Roth
  643. Miss Lonelyhearts – Nathanael West
  644. Murder Must Advertise – Dorothy L. Sayers
  645. The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas – Gertrude Stein
  646. Testament of Youth – Vera Brittain
  647. A Day Off – Storm Jameson
  648. The Man Without Qualities – Robert Musil
  649. A Scots Quair (Sunset Song) – Lewis Grassic Gibbon
  650. Journey to the End of the Night – Louis-Ferdinand Céline
  651. Brave New World – Aldous Huxley
  652. Cold Comfort Farm – Stella Gibbons
  653. To the North – Elizabeth Bowen
  654. The Thin Man – Dashiell Hammett
  655. The Radetzky March – Joseph Roth
  656. The Waves – Virginia Woolf
  657. The Glass Key – Dashiell Hammett
  658. Cakes and Ale – W. Somerset Maugham
  659. The Apes of God – Wyndham Lewis
  660. Her Privates We – Frederic Manning
  661. Vile Bodies – Evelyn Waugh
  662. The Maltese Falcon – Dashiell Hammett
  663. Hebdomeros – Giorgio de Chirico
  664. Passing – Nella Larsen
  665. A Farewell to Arms – Ernest Hemingway
  666. Red Harvest – Dashiell Hammett
  667. Living – Henry Green
  668. The Time of Indifference – Alberto Moravia
  669. All Quiet on the Western Front – Erich Maria Remarque
  670. Berlin Alexanderplatz – Alfred Döblin
  671. The Last September – Elizabeth Bowen
  672. Harriet Hume – Rebecca West
  673. The Sound and the Fury – William Faulkner
  674. Les Enfants Terribles – Jean Cocteau
  675. Look Homeward, Angel – Thomas Wolfe
  676. Story of the Eye – Georges Bataille
  677. Orlando – Virginia Woolf
  678. Lady Chatterley’s Lover – D.H. Lawrence
  679. The Well of Loneliness – Radclyffe Hall
  680. The Childermass – Wyndham Lewis
  681. Quartet – Jean Rhys
  682. Decline and Fall – Evelyn Waugh
  683. Quicksand – Nella Larsen
  684. Parade’s End – Ford Madox Ford
  685. Nadja – André Breton
  686. Steppenwolf – Herman Hesse
  687. Remembrance of Things Past – Marcel Proust
  688. To The Lighthouse – Virginia Woolf
  689. Tarka the Otter – Henry Williamson
  690. Amerika – Franz Kafka
  691. The Sun Also Rises – Ernest Hemingway
  692. Blindness – Henry Green
  693. The Castle – Franz Kafka
  694. The Good Soldier Švejk – Jaroslav Hašek
  695. The Plumed Serpent – D.H. Lawrence
  696. One, None and a Hundred Thousand – Luigi Pirandello
  697. The Murder of Roger Ackroyd – Agatha Christie
  698. The Making of Americans – Gertrude Stein
  699. Manhattan Transfer – John Dos Passos
  700. Mrs. Dalloway – Virginia Woolf
  701. The Great Gatsby – F. Scott Fitzgerald
  702. The Counterfeiters – André Gide
  703. The Trial – Franz Kafka
  704. The Artamonov Business – Maxim Gorky
  705. The Professor’s House – Willa Cather
  706. Billy Budd, Foretopman – Herman Melville
  707. The Green Hat – Michael Arlen
  708. The Magic Mountain – Thomas Mann
  709. We – Yevgeny Zamyatin
  710. A Passage to India – E.M. Forster
  711. The Devil in the Flesh – Raymond Radiguet
  712. Zeno’s Conscience – Italo Svevo
  713. Cane – Jean Toomer
  714. Antic Hay – Aldous Huxley
  715. Amok – Stefan Zweig
  716. The Garden Party – Katherine Mansfield
  717. The Enormous Room – E.E. Cummings
  718. Jacob’s Room – Virginia Woolf
  719. Siddhartha – Herman Hesse
  720. The Glimpses of the Moon – Edith Wharton
  721. Life and Death of Harriett Frean – May Sinclair
  722. The Last Days of Humanity – Karl Kraus
  723. Aaron’s Rod – D.H. Lawrence
  724. Babbitt – Sinclair Lewis
  725. Ulysses – James Joyce
  726. The Fox – D.H. Lawrence
  727. Crome Yellow – Aldous Huxley
  728. The Age of Innocence – Edith Wharton
  729. Main Street – Sinclair Lewis
  730. Women in Love – D.H. Lawrence
  731. Night and Day – Virginia Woolf
  732. Tarr – Wyndham Lewis
  733. The Return of the Soldier – Rebecca West
  734. The Shadow Line – Joseph Conrad
  735. Summer – Edith Wharton
  736. Growth of the Soil – Knut Hamsen
  737. Bunner Sisters – Edith Wharton
  738. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man – James Joyce
  739. Under Fire – Henri Barbusse
  740. Rashomon – Akutagawa Ryunosuke
  741. The Good Soldier – Ford Madox Ford
  742. The Voyage Out – Virginia Woolf
  743. Of Human Bondage – William Somerset Maugham
  744. The Rainbow – D.H. Lawrence
  745. The Thirty-Nine Steps – John Buchan
  746. Kokoro – Natsume Soseki
  747. Locus Solus – Raymond Roussel
  748. Rosshalde – Herman Hesse
  749. Tarzan of the Apes – Edgar Rice Burroughs
  750. The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists – Robert Tressell
  751. Sons and Lovers – D.H. Lawrence
  752. Death in Venice – Thomas Mann
  753. The Charwoman’s Daughter – James Stephens
  754. Ethan Frome – Edith Wharton
  755. Fantômas – Marcel Allain and Pierre Souvestre
  756. Howards End – E.M. Forster
  757. Impressions of Africa – Raymond Roussel
  758. Three Lives – Gertrude Stein
  759. Martin Eden – Jack London
  760. Strait is the Gate – André Gide
  761. Tono-Bungay – H.G. Wells
  762. The Inferno – Henri Barbusse
  763. A Room With a View – E.M. Forster
  764. The Iron Heel – Jack London
  765. The Old Wives’ Tale – Arnold Bennett
  766. The House on the Borderland – William Hope Hodgson
  767. Mother – Maxim Gorky
  768. The Secret Agent – Joseph Conrad
  769. The Jungle – Upton Sinclair
  770. Young Törless – Robert Musil
  771. The Forsyte Sage – John Galsworthy
  772. The House of Mirth – Edith Wharton
  773. Professor Unrat – Heinrich Mann
  774. Where Angels Fear to Tread – E.M. Forster
  775. Nostromo – Joseph Conrad
  776. Hadrian the Seventh – Frederick Rolfe
  777. The Golden Bowl – Henry James
  778. The Ambassadors – Henry James
  779. The Riddle of the Sands – Erskine Childers
  780. The Immoralist – André Gide
  781. The Wings of the Dove – Henry James
  782. Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad
  783. The Hound of the Baskervilles – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
  784. Buddenbrooks – Thomas Mann
  785. Kim – Rudyard Kipling
  786. Sister Carrie – Theodore Dreiser
  787. Lord Jim – Joseph Conrad
  788. 1800s
  789. Some Experiences of an Irish R.M. – Somerville and Ross
  790. The Stechlin – Theodore Fontane
  791. The Awakening – Kate Chopin
  792. The Turn of the Screw – Henry James
  793. The War of the Worlds – H.G. Wells
  794. The Invisible Man – H.G. Wells
  795. What Maisie Knew – Henry James
  796. Fruits of the Earth – André Gide
  797. Dracula – Bram Stoker
  798. Quo Vadis – Henryk Sienkiewicz
  799. The Island of Dr. Moreau – H.G. Wells
  800. The Time Machine – H.G. Wells
  801. Effi Briest – Theodore Fontane
  802. Jude the Obscure – Thomas Hardy
  803. The Real Charlotte – Somerville and Ross
  804. The Yellow Wallpaper – Charlotte Perkins Gilman
  805. Born in Exile – George Gissing
  806. Diary of a Nobody – George & Weedon Grossmith
  807. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
  808. News from Nowhere – William Morris
  809. New Grub Street – George Gissing
  810. Gösta Berling’s Saga – Selma Lagerlöf
  811. Tess of the D’Urbervilles – Thomas Hardy
  812. The Picture of Dorian Gray – Oscar Wilde
  813. The Kreutzer Sonata – Leo Tolstoy
  814. La Bête Humaine – Émile Zola
  815. By the Open Sea – August Strindberg
  816. Hunger – Knut Hamsun
  817. The Master of Ballantrae – Robert Louis Stevenson
  818. Pierre and Jean – Guy de Maupassant
  819. Fortunata and Jacinta – Benito Pérez Galdés
  820. The People of Hemsö – August Strindberg
  821. The Woodlanders – Thomas Hardy
  822. She – H. Rider Haggard
  823. The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde – Robert Louis Stevenson
  824. The Mayor of Casterbridge – Thomas Hardy
  825. Kidnapped – Robert Louis Stevenson
  826. King Solomon’s Mines – H. Rider Haggard
  827. Germinal – Émile Zola
  828. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn – Mark Twain
  829. Bel-Ami – Guy de Maupassant
  830. Marius the Epicurean – Walter Pater
  831. Against the Grain – Joris-Karl Huysmans
  832. The Death of Ivan Ilyich – Leo Tolstoy
  833. A Woman’s Life – Guy de Maupassant
  834. Treasure Island – Robert Louis Stevenson
  835. The House by the Medlar Tree – Giovanni Verga
  836. The Portrait of a Lady – Henry James
  837. Bouvard and Pécuchet – Gustave Flaubert
  838. Ben-Hur – Lew Wallace
  839. Nana – Émile Zola
  840. The Brothers Karamazov – Fyodor Dostoevsky
  841. The Red Room – August Strindberg
  842. Return of the Native – Thomas Hardy
  843. Anna Karenina – Leo Tolstoy
  844. Drunkard – Émile Zola
  845. Virgin Soil – Ivan Turgenev
  846. Daniel Deronda – George Eliot
  847. The Hand of Ethelberta – Thomas Hardy
  848. The Temptation of Saint Anthony – Gustave Flaubert
  849. Far from the Madding Crowd – Thomas Hardy
  850. The Enchanted Wanderer – Nicolai Leskov
  851. Around the World in Eighty Days – Jules Verne
  852. In a Glass Darkly – Sheridan Le Fanu
  853. The Devils – Fyodor Dostoevsky
  854. Erewhon – Samuel Butler
  855. Spring Torrents – Ivan Turgenev
  856. Middlemarch – George Eliot
  857. Through the Looking Glass, and What Alice Found There – Lewis Carroll
  858. King Lear of the Steppes – Ivan Turgenev
  859. He Knew He Was Right – Anthony Trollope
  860. War and Peace – Leo Tolstoy
  861. Sentimental Education – Gustave Flaubert
  862. Phineas Finn – Anthony Trollope
  863. Maldoror – Comte de Lautréaumont
  864. The Idiot – Fyodor Dostoevsky
  865. The Moonstone – Wilkie Collins
  866. Little Women – Louisa May Alcott
  867. Thérèse Raquin – Émile Zola
  868. The Last Chronicle of Barset – Anthony Trollope
  869. Journey to the Centre of the Earth – Jules Verne
  870. Crime and Punishment – Fyodor Dostoevsky
  871. Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll
  872. Our Mutual Friend – Charles Dickens
  873. Uncle Silas – Sheridan Le Fanu
  874. Notes from the Underground – Fyodor Dostoevsky
  875. The Water-Babies – Charles Kingsley
  876. Les Misérables – Victor Hugo
  877. Fathers and Sons – Ivan Turgenev
  878. Silas Marner – George Eliot
  879. Great Expectations – Charles Dickens
  880. On the Eve – Ivan Turgenev
  881. Castle Richmond – Anthony Trollope
  882. The Mill on the Floss – George Eliot
  883. The Woman in White – Wilkie Collins
  884. The Marble Faun – Nathaniel Hawthorne
  885. Max Havelaar – Multatuli
  886. A Tale of Two Cities – Charles Dickens
  887. Oblomovka – Ivan Goncharov
  888. Adam Bede – George Eliot
  889. Madame Bovary – Gustave Flaubert
  890. North and South – Elizabeth Gaskell
  891. Hard Times – Charles Dickens
  892. Walden – Henry David Thoreau
  893. Bleak House – Charles Dickens
  894. Villette – Charlotte Brontë
  895. Cranford – Elizabeth Gaskell
  896. Uncle Tom’s Cabin; or, Life Among the Lonely – Harriet Beecher Stowe
  897. The Blithedale Romance – Nathaniel Hawthorne
  898. The House of the Seven Gables – Nathaniel Hawthorne
  899. Moby-Dick – Herman Melville
  900. The Scarlet Letter – Nathaniel Hawthorne
  901. David Copperfield – Charles Dickens
  902. Shirley – Charlotte Brontë
  903. Mary Barton – Elizabeth Gaskell
  904. The Tenant of Wildfell Hall – Anne Brontë
  905. Wuthering Heights – Emily Brontë
  906. Agnes Grey – Anne Brontë
  907. Jane Eyre – Charlotte Brontë
  908. Vanity Fair – William Makepeace Thackeray
  909. The Count of Monte-Cristo – Alexandre Dumas
  910. La Reine Margot – Alexandre Dumas
  911. The Three Musketeers – Alexandre Dumas
  912. The Purloined Letter – Edgar Allan Poe
  913. Martin Chuzzlewit – Charles Dickens
  914. The Pit and the Pendulum – Edgar Allan Poe
  915. Lost Illusions – Honoré de Balzac
  916. A Christmas Carol – Charles Dickens
  917. Dead Souls – Nikolay Gogol
  918. The Charterhouse of Parma – Stendhal
  919. The Fall of the House of Usher – Edgar Allan Poe
  920. The Life and Adventures of Nicholas Nickleby – Charles Dickens
  921. Oliver Twist – Charles Dickens
  922. The Nose – Nikolay Gogol
  923. Le Père Goriot – Honoré de Balzac
  924. Eugénie Grandet – Honoré de Balzac
  925. The Hunchback of Notre Dame – Victor Hugo
  926. The Red and the Black – Stendhal
  927. The Betrothed – Alessandro Manzoni
  928. Last of the Mohicans – James Fenimore Cooper
  929. The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner – James Hogg
  930. The Albigenses – Charles Robert Maturin
  931. Melmoth the Wanderer – Charles Robert Maturin
  932. The Monastery – Sir Walter Scott
  933. Ivanhoe – Sir Walter Scott
  934. Frankenstein – Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
  935. Northanger Abbey – Jane Austen
  936. Persuasion – Jane Austen
  937. Ormond – Maria Edgeworth
  938. Rob Roy – Sir Walter Scott
  939. Emma – Jane Austen
  940. Mansfield Park – Jane Austen
  941. Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen
  942. The Absentee – Maria Edgeworth
  943. Sense and Sensibility – Jane Austen
  944. Elective Affinities – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
  945. Castle Rackrent – Maria Edgeworth
  946. 1700s
  947. Hyperion – Friedrich Hölderlin
  948. The Nun – Denis Diderot
  949. Camilla – Fanny Burney
  950. The Monk – M.G. Lewis
  951. Wilhelm Meister’s Apprenticeship – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
  952. The Mysteries of Udolpho – Ann Radcliffe
  953. The Interesting Narrative – Olaudah Equiano
  954. The Adventures of Caleb Williams – William Godwin
  955. Justine – Marquis de Sade
  956. Vathek – William Beckford
  957. The 120 Days of Sodom – Marquis de Sade
  958. Cecilia – Fanny Burney
  959. Confessions – Jean-Jacques Rousseau
  960. Dangerous Liaisons – Pierre Choderlos de Laclos
  961. Reveries of a Solitary Walker – Jean-Jacques Rousseau
  962. Evelina – Fanny Burney
  963. The Sorrows of Young Werther – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
  964. Humphrey Clinker – Tobias George Smollett
  965. The Man of Feeling – Henry Mackenzie
  966. A Sentimental Journey – Laurence Sterne
  967. Tristram Shandy – Laurence Sterne
  968. The Vicar of Wakefield – Oliver Goldsmith
  969. The Castle of Otranto – Horace Walpole
  970. Émile; or, On Education – Jean-Jacques Rousseau
  971. Rameau’s Nephew – Denis Diderot
  972. Julie; or, the New Eloise – Jean-Jacques Rousseau
  973. Rasselas – Samuel Johnson
  974. Candide – Voltaire
  975. The Female Quixote – Charlotte Lennox
  976. Amelia – Henry Fielding
  977. Peregrine Pickle – Tobias George Smollett
  978. Fanny Hill – John Cleland
  979. Tom Jones – Henry Fielding
  980. Roderick Random – Tobias George Smollett
  981. Clarissa – Samuel Richardson
  982. Pamela – Samuel Richardson
  983. Jacques the Fatalist – Denis Diderot
  984. Memoirs of Martinus Scriblerus – J. Arbuthnot, J. Gay, T. Parnell, A. Pope, J. Swift
  985. Joseph Andrews – Henry Fielding
  986. A Modest Proposal – Jonathan Swift
  987. Gulliver’s Travels – Jonathan Swift
  988. Roxana – Daniel Defoe
  989. Moll Flanders – Daniel Defoe
  990. Love in Excess – Eliza Haywood
  991. Robinson Crusoe – Daniel Defoe
  992. A Tale of a Tub – Jonathan Swift
  993. Pre-1700
  994. Oroonoko – Aphra Behn
  995. The Princess of Clèves – Marie-Madelaine Pioche de Lavergne, Comtesse de La Fayette
  996. The Pilgrim’s Progress – John Bunyan
  997. Don Quixote – Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
  998. The Unfortunate Traveller – Thomas Nashe
  999. Euphues: The Anatomy of Wit – John Lyly
  1000. Gargantua and Pantagruel – Françoise Rabelais
  1001. The Thousand and One Nights – Anonymous
  1002. The Golden Ass – Lucius Apuleius
  1003. Aithiopika – Heliodorus
  1004. Chaireas and Kallirhoe – Chariton
  1005. Metamorphoses – Ovid
  1006. Aesop’s Fables – Aesopus

So I still haven’t done a proper write up on the Israel trip. I still mean to do it; we’ll see if it happens.  We did go visit friends in Vermont  last week and had a blast. We took the train, which is a lengthy, but an inexpensive and relaxing trip. We hung out in Burlington and in Island Pond in the NE Kingdom (I kept calling it the magic kingdom -oops.) It was my first time in VT and my first time seeing the businesses my friend has been running in IP and it was a very good time, indeed. Island Pond is so isolated and beautiful and Burlington is crunchy and friendly. I’d happily go back. Perhaps skiing this winter?

Anyway, thanks to all who fed and housed and hung out with us. We’d love to do it again.

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