Friday, July 1, 2011

Literature in the 1950s

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis

The Illustrated Man by Ray Bradbury
The End of the Affair by Graham Greene
The Emigrants by Vilhelm Moberg

Giant by Edna Ferber
East of Eden by John Steinbeck

Casino Royale by Ian Fleming
A Kiss Before Dying by Ira Levin

Blackboard Jungle by Evan Hunter
Bonjour Tristesse by Francoise Sagan
Unto a Good Land by Vilhelm Moberg

Night of the Letter by Dorothy Eden
I am Gabriella! by Anne Maybury
Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit by Sloan Wilson

Death is a Red Rose by Dorothy Eden
Hannah Fowler* by Janice Holt Giles
Palace Walk by Naguib Mahfouz
Peyton Place by Grace Metalious

On the Road by Jack Kerouac
Palace of Desire by Naguib Mahfouz
Sugar Street by Naguib Mahfouz

Listen to Danger by Dorothy Eden
Breakfast at Tiffany's by Truman Capote
Moderato Cantabile by Marquerite Duras
The Dharma Bums by Jack Kerouac
A Summer Place by Sloan Wilson

To Sir, with Love by E. R. Braithwaite


Siobhan said...

Some excellent choices - I look forward to seeing what you think!

Hariklia said...

LOVED East of Eden, but I'm a big Steinbeck fan.
Also a huge Truman Capote fan, though I like quite a few of his stories more than "Breakfast'. The short story 'A christmas memory' which I have in the same volume as 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' is my favourite short story EVER. (Can you feel my excitement?)
'Lolita' - Tick, excellent, ditto 'On the road'. I was in love with Jack Kerouac for a long time! In fact many of my favourite authors are American.
I too look forward to reading your thoughts about these amazing works of art.

Leslie in Adams Morgan said...

Thanks Siobhan and Hariklia!

I re-read 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' last week and am about half way through 'The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit.' I am going to discuss on FB, but will wait and post blog comments when I can present the "reviews" in order of the year published.

Please read along with me!

welltravelledbrit said...

I'd pick Lolita, before Kerouac's On the Road. The language is so wonderful, it's amazing to think Nabokov could write this way and English wasn't his native tongue.