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Meghan Cox Gurdon (photo: Michael Kress) |
Meghan Cox Gurdon is a weekly contributor to the Wall Street Journal's books pages, columnist for the Wall Street Journal's "Free Expression" newsletter, and author of The Enchanted Hour: The Miraculous Power of Reading Aloud in the Age of Distraction. Her memoir, Free Range Girl (Morehouse, October 20, 2026), chronicles the year that Gurdon spent on a homestead in rural Maine with her father, who was a proponent of the "back to the land" movement, when she was 12 years old.
Handsell readers your book:
Free Range Girl is the true story of what happened when I moved in 1976 at age 12 to live with my eccentric father in the woods of Maine on a homestead he was building with his own hands. It's a colorful memoir of vanished pre-screen childhood that was seriously risky--and gloriously independent.
On your nightstand now:
With weekly deadlines, I always have a review book going. It reproaches me when I go to bed because that's when I'd prefer to read for pleasure. That said, the pleasure of my chief book at the moment, W. Somerset Maugham's intellectual memoir, The Summing Up, is... mixed. The cover features a wonderfully baleful portrait of the elderly writer looking down on the reader, and Maugham is a superb stylist, but the book is hard going (two pages and my eyes are smarting) because there's no story and there are a great many saddening references to famous contemporaries of his who today scarcely anyone remembers. Sic transit gloria mundi, I suppose.
Once I've finished Maugham, I'll move on to Susanna Clarke's Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, R.C. Sherriff's The Hopkins Manuscript, and a newish book of short stories by the brilliant Colm Tóibín, The News from Dublin. After that, more Maugham! I haven't read Of Human Bondage or The Moon and Sixpence since I was a teenager, and retain nothing of what I read then, assuming that I understood it at the time, which seems unlikely.
Favorite book when you were a child:
One book? It can't be done. I was a rapacious reader, and returned again and again to the Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis (my favorites there being The Voyage of the Dawn Treader and The Horse and His Boy); the Little House books by Laura Ingalls Wilder (of which Farmer Boy and The Long Winter commanded my heart); I loved stories of adversity and triumph, such as The Endless Steppe by Esther Hautzig and The Wolves of Willoughby Chase by Joan Aiken; as an only child of divorced parents, I also adored books about lonely girls who found refuge in hidden places, such as The Secret Garden by Francis Hodgson Burnett, Mandy by Julie Andrews Edwards, and The Velvet Room by Zilpha Keatley Snyder.
Your top five authors:
Well! You mean after Edith Wharton, Leo Tolstoy, Anthony Trollope, Charles Dickens, Evelyn Waugh, and Jane Austen? Okay, after them, my favorites include Kazuo Ishiguro, that master of murky feeling; Adam Johnson, pitiless and sublime; Hilary Mantel, queen of sinister subtlety; and Robert Louis Stevenson, creator of thrilling and witty effects.
Book you've faked reading:
I plead innocent here. When I was fresh out of college, I pretended that I had eaten sushi before, put a big dollop of wasabi into my mouth, and paid for my fib with an exploding brain. But books? Never. I've never faked reading one.
Book(s) you're an evangelist for:
Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel
True Grit by Charles Portis
Good Behaviour by Molly Keane
A Place of Greater Safety by Hilary Mantel
Ash Road by Ivan Southall
Book you've bought for the cover:
Anytime I find a Könemann edition of any title, I buy it: I have a lovely collection of these compact and elegant books, with their talcum-smooth covers and handsome interior design. Ditto with hardbacks from the Everyman's Library: no matter how battered the book, I want it!
Book you hid from your parents:
Like a lot of kids who babysat in the 1970s, I would wait until the parents were gone and my charges were asleep to find the household copy of Our Bodies, Ourselves. Everyone back then seemed to own that big paperback from the Boston Woman's Health Book Collective, with its sexually explicit illustrations (remember the Japanese lovers and the swing?), and if the car drove in--boy!--did horrified fascination turn to panic. You did not want to be caught looking at that book!
Book that changed your life:
The book of Hebrews, in the New Testament, made a believer out of me.
Favorite line from a book:
"Children almost always hang onto things tighter than their parents think they will." --E.B. White, Charlotte's Web
Five books you'll never part with:
Someone will have to pry my ancient, dog-eared, food-speckled, hardcover copy of Betty Smith's A Tree Grows in Brooklyn from my cold, dead hands--because that's the only way I'll surrender it. The pages are soft from frequent turning, for this is a book that yields more delight the more often you read it. I'll never part with my mom's first edition of The Enchanted Hour, which I inherited when she died in 2023. Not giving away any of my ratty Roald Dahl paperbacks for children now that the new editions are being bowdlerized. Also not parting with any of the 13 fragile paperbacks, some losing their covers, of Anthony Powell's series A Dance to the Music of Time. Nor, for that matter, can you persuade me to relinquish my gorgeous green-and-gilt Folio Society set of Narnia hardbacks with the brilliant illustrations by Pauline Baynes. Some of the pages are wavy from reading to my children in the bath!
Book you most want to read again for the first time:
Occasionally I've encountered someone who has never read The Odyssey by Homer (my favorite is the Robert Fitzgerald translation), Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë, or Middlemarch by George Eliot and have felt a genuine pang. Oh, to discover those stories again for the first time!