January 2026 reads

January Reading

The Qur'an - translated by M.A.S. Abdel Haleem

Les Enfants Terribles - Jean Cocteau

You Are Awesome - Matthew Syed

 The New York Trilogy - Paul Auster

Malone Dies  - Samuel Beckett 

 

The Qur'an 

This translation of The Qur'an was something I found in a charity shop (checks calendars) yeah some while back, then it sat on the shelves for quite a while in advance of my finally picking it up at the back end of 2025. While I do not profess to any particular faith (I was brought up Christian, left to my own decisions early, and have enjoyed much doubt, study of literature of all kinds, and problems with literalism, since), I started The Qur'an with an open mind and a desire to try to understand it better. 

 

I'm glad I've read it. It was sprinkled throughout with intriguing moments of poetry, which had me harbouring a wish to have enough of a grasp of Arabic to get more out of the original words. This seems quite central a point: that the book is, explicitly, God communicating in Arabic, at a specific point in history, and as part of a canon of works doing the same thing in different situations (as recorded and studied by the Peoples of the Book).  As a modern English speaking human, there are a number of aspects that are difficult to reconcile. However, the injunction to "Be mindful of God" is a recurring feature of human thought, and an appropriate summary of the intent of the text.

 

Les Enfants Terribles

Overlapping with The Qur'an, I started into Les Enfants Terribles. I suppose I might have been able to find a more "Modern" text to juxtapose with the desert certainties of the former,  but the snowbound 1929 avant-garde poésie of Jean Cocteau would take some beating. Also of its time, yet occupying a similar liminal space. Some of the descriptive moments communicated a (melo)dramatic sense of the cosmos that was quite appealing, though I also got the sense that reading it as a teen it might have had a more seismic impact. I've not read any other Cocteau, or seen any of the films, which it occurred to me was a bit of lacuna, to be added to the list of Things To Check Out.

 

 

You Are Awesome

Matthew Syed's book is basically a growth mindset/Carol Dweck primer for young people. One of the kids had read it and got a lot out of it, so I enjoyed a riffle through it to engage with that. It covers ideas like marginal gains and positive self-belief, and is an easy read. 

 The New York Trilogy

Well, this was a game changer. 

Like Cocteau, I had not read any Paul Auster before. This came to me via a friend who had, as I recall, made some off-hand comment about it being something I'd be into. So, I popped it on the shelf and there it sat, full of promise, something I might be into. Sure enough, several years later in December 2025, J read it and handed it to me with a raised eyebrow and a "Well. You're going to have to read this." Finally following which, I dived in and raced through the three stories in a few days of open-mouthed excitement. 

 

It was one of those books where by the end of the second section I was flipping through the front pages looking for the list of whatever else I needed to get my hands on. Thinking about finding him on trips to the library, charity shops, even contemplating going into actual book shops. As well as manifesting an urge to dive deep into the catalogue, it also provided a reminder that I love those worlds of words and writing, characters, authors, notebooks, the published and unpublished, and the suspect overlays between them.

 

Quite enjoyed it, then!

 

Into February

  

January is rounded off with Malone Dies, which as I type I am about one-third from the end of, or two-thirds from the beginning, depending on which way I pick up the book. Like Cocteau and Auster, there is a Beckett-shaped gap in my reading. Back in time I read Godot, sans dire, and I was lucky enough to see John Hurt in Krapp's Last Tape, part of a Beckett Centenary Festival at the Barbican in London, 2006. Which I note with some alarm was 20 years ago now. Time flies. Beckett's prose is funny in a way that suits wintry nights, and the mood of age inexorably creeping up behind hefting a leather sap.  

 

 

 

 

A few notes on process

Rather than individual posts for books when I've finished them, an endeavour that comes under what I recognise as "best intentions", for the start of 2026 I thought I'd attempt a trial of having one post for all the books (and in the front room pile them). 

The intention is to make keeping up to date with writing the blog a more manageable process, rather than resulting in multiple partially-completed posts on individual books that I never get round to finishing for whatever reason. 

This shouldn't preclude longer-form posts on individual reads, or whatever thematic explorations may pop up from time to time, and I'm always amenable to the concept of expanding ideas or responses to particular books such as they might occur. 

There is also a potential problem of bounding off to complete a response immediately upon completing a volume, rather than letting it settle. Instant reactions can tend to distort one's opinions slightly. Hopefully the monthly digest format will allow for more reflective responses. 

Stack status

2026 seems to be very much like 2025 and several years preceding. All stacked up and nowhere to shelve.

This is what we're dealing with. Vertical arrangements to maximise space. Titles that have been here in excess of multiple years. Four of these arrived as Christmas presents in the last week. 

And it's not even all the unread books in the house. Bedside cabinet, shelves in the lounge... The bibliophilia is real and enduring, but I'm getting uneasy about it.

It isn't the first time this has happened. The Great Cull of 2018 saw 14 boxes of books moved on with love, a radical overhaul of a lifetime holding them close, building walls, a fortress deep and mighty. Howl's castle had to move.

The problem, book aficionados will recognise, is that all of these volumes made their way here for some reason. One doesn't simply bring books in on a whim. 

         Well okay yeah one does, but mainly they're all validated and subject to, er, strict critical scrutiny processes. And fairness! Why trust one passing fancy and not another?

 Anyway, yeah, the piling up is generating unease. A more concise reading programme is required. Strategy-wise, this will mean a blend of:

Dave's Project Rule

 If the books were procured to aid some Future Project and this Project is, realistically, unlikely to begin within six months - move them on. (Thanks Dave)

The 30 Page Rule

If it's not happening after 30 pages, move on (variant on various writers' 20—50 page rules).

And, well, reading, reading, reading. Last year it was about 36 books, which should see most of this pile reduced in 12 months, unless anything, y'know, whimsical happens.

Right, that's the terrain. Now, back to the freshly-returned Apology podcast, where Henry Rollins has been on 12 minutes and I've already noted down five must-get titles.