The first few were easy. Ayn Rand's magnum opus is never far from my mind. Ditto The Fountainhead. And every once in a while I like to pretend that I possess the cunning of Tom Ripley, which, incidentally, was my alias 13 years ago when I visited Prague. But eventually, much sooner than I expected, the titles stopped coming.
My God! I thought somewhere around No. 9. Can it be that I've read so few books in my lifetime? But I've read hundreds (mostly non-fiction), possibly thousands! Suddenly, my mind went black. I considered going to my book collection for help, but unfortunately, most of my books are locked away in a storage space in Brooklyn. Plus, if I needed a brain boost, then that would mean the book wasn't all that memorable to begin with. So I thought and thought and thought. Finally, I compiled my magic 15.
These are hardly my favorite books, although at least half would qualify. But with my brain apparently running on empty, this is as good as my memory would serve me.
- Atlas Shrugged
- The Fountainhead
- The Talented Mr. Ripley
- The Brothers Karamazov
- Moll Flanders
- The Corrections
- Beloved
- The Mysteries of Pittsburgh
- The Lost Language of Cranes
- Their Eyes Were Watching God
- Dubliners
- The Portrait of Dorian Gray
- Little Women
- The Catcher in the Rye
- On the Road
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