There are few things I enjoy more than losing myself in a well-crafted novel – stories so adeptly told that, once you’re drawn into them, you are no longer merely reading words. You are experiencing an alternate reality. You feel as if you are actually living the story.
I’m not talking here merely about plot, the mystery or suspense that keeps you anxiously turning pages to the climax and denouement. The best of these “page-turners” most definitely entertain us and allow us to escape from the tedium of our day-to-day lives in much the same way a good movie does. But few really move us.
Great novels, on the other hand, add to the experience of our lives. They draw us so vicariously into the story that, at its end, we become changed in much the same way as the novel’s protagonist has.
These are the novels that haunt us long after we’ve finished them, the books we go back to periodically throughout our lives, the titles that immediately come to mind whenever someone asks us what our favorite novel is.
They are the books that make reading a spiritual, as well as an entertaining, experience.
Favorite novels, of course, are a matter of individual taste. That’s why I’ve always found those lists of the Best Novels of the Century and so forth as purely the subjective opinion of the originator of the list.
And, in case you are wondering what my subjective favorite novel is: it is The Razor’s Edge by W. Somerset Maugham.