<p>It started in elementary school with Charlotte’s Web, The Cay, *The Bridge to Teribithia *and Pearl Buck’s The Wave. Maybe more.</p>
<p>I’d like to put in a plug for Thing’s Fall Apart, which I missed in high school, but just finished because the CC reading group is discussing it in June and I have felt guilty for years that I’ve never read it. Definitely part of the misery and death curriculum, but an awfully good book nonetheless. I’d say it definitely goes on the cultural literacy list. </p>
<p>I was so clueless the first time I read Little Women I didn’t actually understand that Beth was dead. I think the line is they “thanked God that Beth was well at last,” which I interpreted as some miraculous recovery and then was puzzled why she dropped out of the narrative!</p>
<p>I loathed Vanity Fair, (freshman year of high school), what really does me in is not to have any sympathetic characters. I loved Wuthering Heights because it was romantic even if there was no happy ending. OTOH, I’ve never been able to read Anna Karenina even though I loved War and Peace, because I know how it’s going to end up, and who needs that?</p>
<p>So books/plays I remember loving in high school:
Antigone
Wuthering Heights
Age of Innocence
Moby Dick
Heart of Darkness
The Odyssey
The Illiad
all that Jacobean drama (terrific teacher senior year)
Shakespeare (Twelfth Night was my favorite thanks to a brilliant production at the Folger theater)
Thomas Hardy (Return of the Native was my favorite, but also read Tess of the D’Urbervilles and Far from the Madding Crowd )
Selections from the King James Bible
All Quiet on the Western Front
Dante’s Inferno
The Crucible</p>
<p>The things I remember hating:
Vanity Fair
Glass Menagerie
Death of a Salesman
Paradise Lost (I really wanted to like it though!)</p>
<p>What puzzles me most about my high school curriculum is that while we read lots of American poetry, we read remarkably few American novels. I read Huckleberry Finn, Hemingway (The Sun Also Rises), Faulkner (well hardly any just The Bear I think, I’ve gotten bogged down by every other one I attempted), Fitzgerald (Gatsby, This Side of Paradise), The Scarlet Letter much later. In fact I got my best instruction by reading two volumes of the Norton Anthology of American Literature during the year after college while driving across the country photographing fire stations. Henry James I read in Germany, along with Dickens, Trollope and Neville Chute (not that he’s in the same class - but I associate those four with nursing babies.)</p>
<p>I’ve never understood the problem with Huck Finn. Half the point of the book is Huck learning to see Jim as a human.</p>