As your host of Fuckbois of Literature, I feel it’s imperative to tell you that I do actually like books, and have favorites, that aren’t necessarily filled with fuckbois. Here are the host of Fuckbois of Literature’s favorite books:
And Then There Were None, Agatha Christie
The genre book that introduced me to my favorite genre. Agatha Christie’s AND THEN THERE WERE NONE was the first adult mystery novel I read. I love the fact that it’s not a Poirot or Marple, it’s a stand-alone story that has a fantastic twist ending. While I’m usually not a fan of mysteries that hinge on “hidden knowledge” (i.e., a clue that only the sleuth has that they never share until the big reveal), this one is just too wonderful. There’s a BBC adaptation on Amazon Prime that’s truly fantastic, with my og crush Sam Neill, and my new crush Aidan Turner. Who does… this:
Lafayette In The Somewhat United States, Sarah Vowell
Back to less-frisky reasons, Sarah Vowell’s LAFAYETTE IN THE SOMEWHAT UNITED STATES is also on my list of favorite books. I love the structure of the book— it’s not broken into chapters, it’s just one long narrative— and I love the illustrations. She’s got such an amazing sense of humor, too, and as always, the book is phenomenally researched.
A Midsummer Night’s Dream, William Shakespeare
Absolutely my favorite Shakespearean play. I love how wild and raucously funny it is, it’s ribald and silly and the more outrageously it’s played, the more I love it. I have a show about it coming up with Brett Wright, author of A MIDSUMMER NIGHT #NOFILTER. It’s a play of very funny fuckbois. I love it.
A Wrinkle In Time, Madeleine L’Engle
I don’t think this is too shocking of a revelation for most people, that a classic book of girl power is on my list. But I love A WRINKLE IN TIME, and have for nearly 20 years now! I love Meg’s struggle with self-confidence, I love how purely Calvin and Charles Wallace support her, I love how the subtext of the book is that Mrs. Murry is so much fucking smarter than her husband. Fabulous book. I’m naming my next dog Fortinbras.
Mother Night, Kurt Vonnegut
I guess this is out of left field. “You are what you pretend to be, so you must be careful about what you pretend to be.” Turns you, you can’t just “pretend” to be a Nazi, folks. You either are one or you aren’t, and if you aren’t, you fight against them. This is an astoundingly meaningful book to re-read today. Give it as a gift. Send it to everyone you know.