A few days ago, Karen at BookerTalk wrote a very thoughtful post about what, exactly, counts as a “classic” book. Please, go visit her blog — I think she wrote more eloquently about the subject than I can really hope to.
Anyway, this got me thinking (haha what?! I know); how well do the titles on my own Classics Club list actually qualify as classic books?
You know, I think I’ve done a decent job of packing my list with “real” classics. Some are a little more obscure or niche than others, but that’s actually on purpose. I wanted to focus a little bit on SFF and nonfiction classics, so some of the titles on the list will necessarily be below the radar of more typical ideas of classic literature. And that’s OK.
There was one title that I’ve decided to replace, though: Quick Service by P.G. Wodehouse. I had originally intended to read the author’s short story collection My Man Jeeves, but ultimately decided that I’d rather have one actual novel instead. Fortuitously, a friend of mine gifted me a collection of Wodehouse stories for my birthday, and Quick Service was included in this collection. However, as awesome and “classic” as Wodehouse might be considered as an author, ultimately I don’t think that this novel in particular really qualifies as a classic in the same way that every other title on my list does.
All this blather is just to say that I’ve replaced Quick Service on my CC list!
My replacement of choice will be The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus by L. Frank Baum.
I wrote last year about some Christmas-y books that draw my attention around the holiday season (The Most Wonderful Time of the Year?) and this book was included on that list. But you know what? It’s actually be several years since I’ve picked it up. I think I last read it in high school, actually. I think it’s high time for a re-read, especially considering my plans for a Wizard of Oz read-along in 2017.
How do you define “classic” when it comes to books? Do you think The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus fits my list a little better?