Mark F. Smith
41 books read for LibriVox
- Phileas Fogg is so rigidly punctual he fires a servant over shaving water two degrees too cool, and watching that composure survive missed steamers, a rescue in India, and a detective tailing him is half the fun. Light, quick, good company on a trip.
- Judah Ben-Hur gives this old-fashioned adventure real human weight, especially beside the spectacle of the Roman galley and chariot race. Wallace can be earnest and sermon-heavy, but if you enjoy richly detailed nineteenth-century storytelling, you find the sincerity surprisingly affecting.
- A spoiled millionaire's kid gets fished out of the Atlantic by a Gloucester cod schooner, and Kipling just lets the work fix him: hauling lines, cleaning fish, learning to respect Disko Troop. Fair warning, it's thick with sailing jargon, but the salt air feels earned.
- Come to it for Imogen, who stays clear-eyed and funny while everyone around her behaves appallingly (Iachimo hiding in a trunk to spy on her is genuinely creepy). The plot is a wild tangle, but the last scene, where every secret unravels at once, is weirdly satisfying.
- Pip is hard to like sometimes, ashamed of the blacksmith who loves him, and that's exactly why it works, because you recognize yourself in his snobbery. Give it a few chapters; once Miss Havisham appears in her rotting wedding dress, you're not putting it down early.
- Verne at his most cheerful: a half-eaten note in a bottle sends Lord Glenarvan's crew chasing the 37th parallel around the globe, and the scatterbrained geographer Paganel (who boarded the wrong ship entirely) steals every scene. Pure adventure, earthquakes and condors included, no deep themes required.
- Fair warning, the prose creaks a bit and Scott loves a long description, but once the tournament at Ashby kicks off it moves, and Rebecca quietly steals the whole book from the hero. If knights and a sly Robin Hood cameo sound fun, settle in.
- You get David Balfour’s wary coming-of-age alongside Alan Breck Stewart, a dazzling, exasperating Jacobite whose courage is matched by his vanity. The flight through the Highlands is brisk and beautifully observed, though the old-fashioned dialect and political detail take a little patience.
- Fair warning, it's a slow, strange ride, knights jousting on repeat in old prose that takes some settling into. But if you let it work on you, Lancelot's divided heart and the whole doomed slide toward Camlann land with a sadness modern retellings rarely earn.
- You’ll enjoy its dry, fast-moving conversation, especially when Scythrop’s gloomy revolutionary theories collide with the practical Marionetta and the romantically theatrical Mr. Cypress. It’s a slight, deliberately absurd book, more witty than emotionally deep, but its teasing of Byron-and-Shelley-style melancholy still feels wonderfully sharp.
- Sophocles wrote this near ninety, and it shows in the best way: a blind, exhausted Oedipus finally finding a place that will take him, with Antigone at his elbow. Slower and stranger than Oedipus Rex, but the ending has a quiet awe that stays with you.
- Iago talks to you directly, and the awful thing is you almost enjoy his company while he wrecks a good man's life over a handkerchief and some careful hints. It's painful in the way only watching preventable disaster is, so save it for when you can take that.
- Richard is unbearable while he's winning and mesmerizing once he starts to lose, talking himself into and out of kingship in some of the most musical verse Shakespeare wrote. It's all poetry and no sword fights, so come for the language or not at all.
- Richard talks straight to you from the first speech, so you end up half rooting for a murderer and enjoying it, especially when he woos Anne over her father-in-law's coffin. If you like villains who make you complicit, this moves fast and never apologizes.
- You get a sprawling, rough-edged Australian adventure narrated by Dick Marston, whose loyalty to his reckless brother keeps pulling him back toward bushranging. Captain Starlight brings swagger and danger, but the book’s real strength is Dick’s uneasy honesty about the damage their freedom leaves behind.
- Vintage 1950s adventure, brisk and a little pulpy, but it earns its keep: Dalgard scouting alien ruins with his telepathic merman friend Sssuri, while an Earth pilot slowly realizes the colonists went native for good reason. Short, fast, and oddly thoughtful about who deserves a planet.
- You get a wonderfully strange coming-of-age story in which Tarzan learns the jungle’s rules from Kala and Kerchak, then finds himself pulled between ape life and human society. The prose is pulpy and the colonial assumptions are dated, but Tarzan’s fierce intelligence and loneliness keep the book surprisingly alive.
- If you liked Treasure Island's pace, this gives you the same headlong energy in the Wars of the Roses: outlaw arrows in the greenwood, a treacherous guardian, and a girl in disguise young Dick is slow to figure out. The mock-medieval dialogue takes some warming to.
- Fair warning, London doesn't spare the dogs, so if animal suffering wrecks you, skip it. But watching Buck shed his soft ranch life piece by piece, and that fierce loyalty he gives John Thornton near the end, hits harder than a book this short has any right to.
- You get a dark, ferociously theatrical tragedy where the Duchess’s private marriage collides with her brothers’ vicious control, and Bosola watches it all with a bitter, uneasy intelligence. The plot turns brutal, but Webster’s language and the play’s strange flashes of tenderness keep it from becoming mere gloom.
- The Federalist Papers non-fictionYou get a remarkably close look at Hamilton, Madison, and Jay thinking through power, factions, and the dangers of a weak government, often arguing with opponents who feel surprisingly recognizable. It can be dry and repetitive, but the practical intelligence rewards dipping in rather than reading every essay straight through.
- You’ll enjoy the odd friendship between grasping businessman Bedford and dreamy inventor Cavor, especially as their lunar expedition turns into a sharp, funny encounter with the Selenites. It’s more satirical and idea-driven than emotionally deep, but Wells keeps the moon wonderfully strange and unsettling.
- Fair warning, this one moves at the pace of dust settling, but poor proud Hepzibah nerving herself to open a penny shop in her cursed old family house is oddly touching, and Hawthorne's gloomy humor sneaks up on you. Best read slow, on autumn evenings.
- Fair warning, it's long and blood-soaked, and the battle scenes name every man who falls. But underneath is Achilles wrecked by grief, and that scene where Priam kneels before his son's killer will stay with you; if you can handle slow patches, it earns everything.
- Half the pleasure is watching him solve problems, baking bread from scratch, building a canoe too heavy to move, tallying goats. If you like patient, practical survival stuff you'll sink right in; if lists of provisions bore you, fair warning, Defoe loves an inventory.
- Professor Challenger alone is worth it, a bearded egomaniac who throws a journalist down the stairs before agreeing to take him to a South American plateau where dinosaurs still roam. Pure boys'-own adventure, cheerfully implausible and very funny, if you're happy to switch your brain to holiday mode.
- You spend most of it wanting to shake George Minafer, this spoiled boy who wrecks his mother's one chance at happiness, and yet Tarkington makes you ache for him as the automobile quietly buries his family's whole world. Sad, sharp, and gentler than you'd expect.
- You get a brisk, theatrical adventure built around Don Diego Vega’s wonderfully convincing laziness and the masked Zorro’s sly swordplay. It’s pulp in the best sense, with secret identities, taunting messages, and Sergeant Gonzales stumbling after him, though the old-fashioned romance can feel a little stiff.
- The comedy bits are light (Portia testing suitors with riddle caskets), but Shylock's "hath not a Jew eyes" speech will sit with you for days. It's uncomfortable, deliberately or not, and that tension is exactly why it's worth arguing about afterward.
- If you like watching clever people build things from nothing, this is that pleasure stretched over an island: Cyrus Smith and his castaways make pottery, tools, even a telegraph from scratch. Verne lingers on the how of everything, so come patient, not hungry for action.
- You get a wonderfully melodramatic Gothic mystery, with hidden passages beneath the Paris Opera, a masked Erik, and Christine caught between fear, pity, and fascination. The narration can be delightfully over-the-top, but the underground atmosphere and Erik’s wounded loneliness linger after the thrills fade.
- You spend a few quiet hours with Almustafa answering the people of Orphalese on love, work, sorrow, and freedom. Its wisdom can feel a little incense-heavy, but the short, musical passages reward rereading when you need language for feelings you can sense but cannot quite name.
- You follow Henry Fleming through battle as fear, shame, vanity, and sudden courage jostle inside him, with the fighting rendered in sharp, almost dreamlike flashes. It’s brief, unsentimental, and more interested in what war does to the mind than in making a hero of anyone.
- The fun here is the straight face: the Baron rides a cannonball and ties his horse to a church steeple in a snowdrift, and never once winks at you. Short, silly episodes, perfect for dipping into, less so if you need a plot to hold onto.
- You get a satisfying mix of shipwreck survival and household ingenuity as the Robinson family turns their island into a working home, with Fritz’s daring balanced by Ernest’s curiosity and the father’s endless lessons. It’s episodic and sometimes preachy, but rewarding if you enjoy practical detail and old-fashioned family adventure.
- You get d’Artagnan’s reckless ambition, Athos’s wounded gravity, Porthos’s glorious vanity, and Aramis’s divided loyalties, all thrown into duels, disguises, and political intrigue. It’s melodramatic and episodic, but the friendship has such snap and warmth that you keep turning pages to spend more time with them.
- The White Feather is early Wodehouse, so the schoolboy slang and plotting are rougher than the later comedies, but you get a nicely awkward Wrykyn tale about cowardice, reputation, and a boxing match that matters far too much. You’ll enjoy it most if you like school stories with scrapes, rivalry, and earnest boys taking themselves seriously.
- You read it for the slow afternoons, Ratty and Mole messing about in boats and eating picnics, and then Toad crashes through in a stolen motorcar and it turns into farce. Cozy and silly by turns, best taken unhurried, maybe aloud.
- You get Shakespeare at his strangest here: Leontes’ jealousy makes the early scenes painfully claustrophobic, then Paulina’s fierce intelligence and a sudden pastoral brightness change the air. It’s uneven and openly theatrical, but its movement from damage toward forgiveness stays with you.
- Verne in a mischievous mood: the same gun club from the moon adventure buys the North Pole and plans to tilt the Earth's axis with one colossal cannon shot, and nobody stops to ask if they should. Short, dry, and funnier than his reputation suggests, though heavy on arithmetic.
- You spend most of it inside a wolf's head, watching him learn the world through hunger and fear, and London makes that feel weirdly natural. Fair warning, the fighting-pit stretch with Beauty Smith is rough going, but it makes the slow thaw afterward land harder.