I have read a lot of classics this year – more than ever before. I've enjoyed pretty much all of them (I follow Harold Bloom's recommendations), but one thing that struck me is just how dark and depressing a lot of great books really are. This year, I've read:
Thomas Hardy: Return of the Native (enjoyed it a lot, but very bleak)
Joseph Conrad: The Secret Agent (also bleak, and very pessimistic about human nature)
Virginia Woolf: Mrs Dalloway (beautiful – my book of the year. Uplifting in places, but the suicide of the young soldier is incredibly sad)
D. H. Lawrence: Lady Chatterley's Lover (surprisingly downbeat and dreary, considering it's meant to celebrate sexual love – Lawrence was ill when he wrote it, so maybe that explains things)
Truman Capote: In Cold Blood (amazing book, but deeply disturbing)
Aldous Huxley: Eyeless in Gaza (Huxley is my favourite writer, but the suicide of the central character's friend is so flippin upsetting)
Like I said, I enjoyed every one of the books I've listed. Still, it would be nice to read more great books that aren't quite so bleak. Dickens and Jane Austen are good examples of cheerful writers. I also worship at the feet of P. G. Wodehouse, who is the utter master of joy. But can anyone list a few great books – works from the canon, I mean – that cheer them up.