I haven’t been reading much fiction. It doesn’t seem to hold my interest the way it once did. In fact, this is the first year in a long time that I haven’t re-read Tender Is the Night or The Sun Also Rises. I’ve finished Vanished Smile: The Mysterious Theft of the Mona Lisa, and Evenings With Cary Grant: Recollections in His Own Words and by Those Who Knew Him Best, and am sorely tempted by The Great Gatsby, but that seems such a summer book to me. At the moment I’m tearing through Bespoke: Savile Row Ripped and Smoothed courtesy of a friend, but it won’t last long.
Mrs. E. and I are facing a delightful meander of a train ride up to Manhattan in a couple of weeks and I am toying with reading The Ambassadors, seen above. Well, beginning it anyway. But I have Old Men Forget lying around and that’s looking good, too.
What are your picks for elegant reads? Those books that make you feel more sophisticated, worldly, or just plain good after you finish them? What’s on your “to be read next” shelf for this fall?