Although my reading throughput this year has been average, I had the good fortune of reading some masterpieces. Namely, "Remains of the Day" by Kazuo Ishiguro, "A Little Life" by Hanya Yanagihara, "The Netanyahus" by Joshua Cohen, with possibly "Brotherless Night" by V.V. Ganeshanathan as a close contender. The problem with reading an excellent book that leaves you in so much awe, is the subsequent need for inspiration while reading - and then upon completion, the need to dig deep to find the merits with good books which may not quite reach the upper echelons of the great ones. For example, Booker winner "The Orbital" is clearly a huge effort but is a slow buildup with little happening, which the author recognized for what it was, by limiting it to its 150 or so pages (compared to what Andy Weir did with "Project Hail Mary", another very good book I read this year, the literary fiction of Ms. Harvey took an effort to read) . Another former Booker winner, "The Gathering" is about fighting demons left behind in her adolescence and coming to terms, with the narration being messy just as the mind of our troubled protagonist. The book I read most recently, this year's Booker short-listed "Audition" has an awe inspiring form, that sits so naturally with our actress narrator, but leaves the reader wanting to post-analyze. Yet, for all their positives, this second batch - good books, which to me weren't as good as those excellent ones mentioned above, leave a wanting to taste the proved masterpieces which we find any "best books" list. I am wondering what is "the ingredient" which converts a good book to a masterpiece, for me? Anyone who has read "Remains of the Day" knows that for all his self-satisfaction at the initial phases of the book, when our narrator realises that he has in fact missed out on life - and how and when he accepts that stark truth, we're not far from the tears that he sheds. When Jude compares himself to a mathematical identity as he has a near fatal fall down the stairs in the hands of his lover, it takes a strong person to control their emotions (in "A Little Life"). Does it all boil down to the clarity of narration, where the reader is fully immersed in the novel, and doesn't need to share her time trying to tackle the tricks of the form - admittedly an important trait for development of the novel ? If that is the case is this post masterpiece condition, something that is felt more, or possibly wholly by the reader who reads purely for pleasure as against an academic ? I suspect it is.







