Look Homeward, Angel by Thomas Wolfe – An exhausting biography that thinks it’s a lyrical novel. But somehow affecting in the end.
To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf – An insightful and lyrical exploration of not very much.
Daisy Miller by Henry James – A considered and non-lyrical exploration of even less.
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy by John Le Carré– Finally an actual character. But not lyrical.
Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert – Possibly lyrical in French. In English translation, bland and ridiculous.
The Grass Harp by Truman Capote – Gently told and thoroughly lyrical, with characters galore, until the disappointing last chapter.
My Winter World by Stephen Evans. Lyrical in aspect if not prose, but “mixes whimsy, grief, courtroom drama, and charm.” Coming soon to an internet near you.
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