Our Favorite Undernourished Books of the Year

THE DESCENDANTS | By KAUI HART HEMMINGS | Random House

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The Descendants was one of the best first novels I have read for years (and the first book I have ever read that was set in Hawaii). Wife in coma, husband copes with his wayward teenage daughters — that’s the premise, but the greatness of the book lies in Hemmings’ impeccable control of tone. It’s deadpan, hilarious and moving. If under-publicized means “not yet published in the U.S.,” then I would also include Andrew Anthony’s polemical memoir The Fall-Out (Cape), an account of the impact of 9/11 and its aftermath on the consciousness of a middle-aged English journalist of liberal disposition. It is also a brilliantly accurate and unflinching diagnosis — pathologist’s report, actually — of what L.A. resident Tim Roth rightly calls “a disgusting wreck of a place” (a.k.a. contemporary Britain).

—Geoff Dyer

THE LONG EMBRACE: Raymond Chandler and the Woman He Loved | By JUDITH FREEMAN | Pantheon Books

If you think there’s nothing more to be said about Raymond Chandler, just read this eccentric, beautifully written exploration of the great crime novelist’s mysterious relationship to his much older wife, Cissy. Chasing the ghost of their obsessive, peripatetic marriage — they lived in nearly 30 places in L.A. alone — Judith Freeman not only helps us see Chandler’s work in a new way, she does the same for the city he mythologized. This is a great book about Los Angeles, made all the greater because this crack literary shamus goes down these mean streets with bracing curiosity, riffing on whatever catches her fancy — gimlets, weird signage, corrupt cops, downtown architecture, storefront churches, even the 1920s vogue of women doing housework in the nude.

—John Powers

SOMEDAY THIS PAIN WILL BE USEFUL TO YOU | By PETER CAMERON | Frances Foster Books/Farrar Straus and Giroux

For the life of me, I cannot figure out why Peter Cameron’s astonishing novel is being sold as a Young Adult novel. Granted, the charmingly neurotic and endearing, proto-gay, boy-genius, first-person narrator, James Sveck, is 18 and muddling through a long hot summer before he’s supposed to matriculate at Brown (and, of course, he doesn’t want to go), which is to say a ripe angsty hero for YA readers; and granted, as YA fiction (where lately so much innovative and risky literature is being published), the book will open up city living, the gallery world, online dating, existential geekdom and the conundrum of sexual identity for its target audience in fresh new ways. But my fear is that Adult Adult readers will overlook what is possibly one of the all-time great New York books, not to mention an archly comic gem (that’s LOL to the YA set). Sveck leapfrogs Holden Caufield into the 21st century, and it’s about time Peter Cameron, the urbane, astutely observant author of Andorra, The City of Your Final Destination and The Weekend gained the wider audience he richly deserves. So I take back what I said: With young folk facebooking each other about STPWBUTY, maybe they’ll end up igniting a Cameron craze.

—Peter Gadol

TEN DAYS IN THE HILLS | By JANE SMILEY | Alfred Knopf

While Jane Smiley can hardly be called an under-publicized writer, her novel Ten Days in the Hills was largely blown off by the critics as a windy, bloated snore about some navel-gazing Hollywood types who get stuck in hellishly boring conversations about movies and George Bush for 10 days straight, while cooking and screwing and noshing on vegetarian fare in a house in the Hollywood Hills (think The Decameron on coke). No one I talked to could be bothered reading it. Too bad. It’s a witty book, full of fun and a scathing condemnation of Bush’s utterly immoral war. Smiley also managed to write some of the best sex scenes ever penned by a woman, hot and sweet, and so frankly stimulating it made me want to just put the fiction aside and get down to the real thing.

—Judith Freeman

OUT STEALING HORSES | By PER PETTERSON | Graywolf Press

Despite its appearance on several year-end lists (including The New York Times’ Ten Best Books of the Year), and receiving the Impac Dublin award, Per Petterson’s beautiful, quiet novel of love and family and what might be called mystery still got less attention than dozens of far lesser books. That’s in part because Petterson is a Norwegian of limited recognition, and his publisher, Graywolf Press, is no Random House. But there may be no better novel published in 2007 than this story of 67-year-old Trond, just moved into a cabin in the near-woods and, through a chance encounter with someone from his youth, nudged into looking back on his past and the tragedy that changed their lives. Out Stealing Horses is as still and smooth and strong as a good liquor, and you feel its sad warmth long after.

—Tom Christie

THE EXCEPTION | By CHRISTIAN JUNGERSEN | Nan A. Talese

A sinister Danish sibling to Joshua Ferris’ National Book Award–nominated office novel Then We Came to the End, Christian Jungersen’s The Exception provides a bleak and brilliant dissection of not only office life, but the seeds of human evil. A best-seller in Europe, but notably absent from the major “Best Books of 2007” lists, The Exception reads like an intellectual thriller and, without drifting into didacticism, provides a deeply troubling treatise on how antipathy and violence link the smallest workplace cruelty with history’s greatest crimes. By combining gun-toting assassins and e-mail death threats with extended essays on the problem of evil and the nature of genocide, Jungersen has written one of the few novels that will be enjoyed by fans of both John Grisham and Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn.