I don’t think I’ve ever published a blog post on my birthday before, so I’ll “celebrate” by listing some novelists I love or like and how old they are. Why? Because it’s easier to make a list than to write a regular blog post of the kind I’ll resume next week. 🙂
Anyway, here goes — with a great or very good book by each author included:
Alison Lurie, born September 3, 1926 (93 years old), Foreign Affairs.
Cormac McCarthy, July 20, 1933 (86), Blood Meridian.
Wole Soyinka, July 13, 1934 (85), The Interpreters.
Mario Vargas Llosa, March 28, 1936 (84), Aunt Julia and the Scriptwriter.
A.S. Byatt, August 24, 1936 (83), Possession.
Lois Lowry, March 20, 1937 (83), The Giver.
Margaret Drabble, June 5, 1939 (80), The Witch of Exmoor.
Margaret Atwood, November 18, 1939 (80), The Handmaid’s Tale.
J.M.G. Le Clezio, April 13, 1940 (79), Desert.
Anne Tyler, October 25, 1941 (78), The Accidental Tourist.
John Irving, March 2, 1942 (78), The Cider House Rules.
Isabel Allende, August 2, 1942 (77), The House of the Spirits.
Martin Cruz Smith, November 3, 1942 (77), Gorky Park.
Peter Straub, March 2, 1943 (77), Ghost Story.
Janet Evanovich, April 22, 1943 (76), One for the Money.
Michael Ondaatje, September 12, 1943 (76), The English Patient.
Marilynne Robinson, November 26, 1943 (76), Housekeeping.
Alice Walker, February 9, 1944 (76), The Color Purple.
Fannie Flagg, September 21, 1944 (75), Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe.
Rita Mae Brown, November 28, 1944 (75), Rubyfruit Jungle.
Stephen King, September 21, 1947 (72), From a Buick 8.
Richard Russo, July 15, 1949 (70), Empire Falls.
Julia Alvarez, March 27, 1950 (70), In the Time of the Butterflies.
Laura Esquivel, September 30, 1950 (69), Like Water for Chocolate.
Terry McMillan, October 18, 1951 (68), Waiting to Exhale.
Walter Mosley, January 12, 1952 (68), Devil in a Blue Dress.
Amy Tan, February 19, 1952 (68), The Joy Luck Club.
Philippa Gregory, January 9, 1954 (66), Earthly Joys.
Lee Child, October 29, 1954 (65), 61 Hours.
John Grisham, February 8, 1955 (65), The Client.
Barbara Kingsolver, April 8, 1955 (64), The Poisonwood Bible.
Colm Toibin, May 30, 1955 (64), Brooklyn.
Lisa Scottoline, July 1, 1955 (64), The Vendetta Defense.
Geraldine Brooks, September 14, 1955 (64), March.
Peter Hoeg, May 17, 1957 (62), Smilla’s Sense of Snow.
Lionel Shriver, May 18, 1957 (62), So Much for That.
Louise Penny, July 1, 1958 (61), How the Light Gets in.
Jonathan Franzen, August 17, 1959 (60), The Corrections.
Neil Gaiman, November 10, 1960 (59), American Gods.
Arundhati Roy, November 24, 1961 (58), The God of Small Things.
Suzanne Collins, August 10, 1962 (57), The Hunger Games.
Michael Chabon, May 24, 1963 (56), The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay.
Donna Tartt, December 23, 1963 (56), The Goldfinch.
J.K. Rowling, July 31, 1965 (54), Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.
Liane Moriarty, November 15, 1966 (53), Big Little Lies.
Jhumpa Lahiri, July 11, 1967 (52), The Lowland.
Lisa Genova, November 22, 1970 (49), Still Alice.
Zadie Smith, October 25, 1975 (44), White Teeth.
John Green, August 24, 1977 (42), The Fault in Our Stars.
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, September 15, 1977 (42), Half of a Yellow Sun.
Fredrik Backman, June 2, 1981 (38), A Man Called Ove.
Kate Quinn, November 30, 1981 (38), The Huntress.
Eleanor Catton, September 24, 1985 (34), The Luminaries.
Some favorite living authors you’d like to mention who I didn’t list?
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