Not everything I read in 2025, but some highlights:
Pale Fire, Nabokov: Reread, but it still holds up and is probably my personal favorite Nabokov. Kinbote's larger-than-life presence mixed in with the pseudo academia-style writing really clicks for me. The amusement park comment in the intro immediately sets the tone and many of the quips he drops ("undeodorized French woman, secondary homosexual implications, etc.) I find hilarious. One of a kind, absolutely beautiful prose.
Crying of Lot 49, Pynchon: I could see why somebody would really enjoy this, but it doesn't work for me personally. I can't say this definitively but my sense is that it hasn't aged particularly well. May reread at some point though. Certainly unique if nothing else. I've heard that Pynchon himself doesn't regard it very highly.
Babel, Kuang: This book is fucking terrible.
Reads like leftist "Atlas Shrugged"; the characters are less people and more vehicles for the author to show why their beliefs are ontologically correct and any other viewpoint is dumb and stupid. The characters are so black and white that you almost can't help but feel a sense of endearment towards the author - how could a veritable adult be so sheltered in their upbringing that they come to view the world in this way. Unfortunately this reverie is quickly broken for two main reasons.
One is that the book that has already explicitly painted "these are the good guys. Anything they do is good. These are the bad guys. Anything they do is bad" somehow still needs to go out of the way to mention "colonialism bad" ad nauseam. I genuinely cannot tell if this decision is because R.F. Kuang thinks all her readers have severe CTE or if it's some weird virtue-signaling maneuver to make explicitly clear that she holds [correct opinion], which in it of itself also speaks to the "quality" (so to speak) of the people she is trying to appease. Both positions are affirmed because Kuang's diatribe on "colonialism bad" is literally just that, there's no in-depth argumentation, perspective shift, nothing even approaching substance at all. She seems deathly afraid of adding anything interesting beyond "colonialism bad" because of...why? I can't say for certain. Regardless, the end product is just sanctimonious mind-numbing drivel, the absolute worse any didactic literature has to offer.
Second main reason is that because the characters are split into either upholders of virtue or pure unadulterated evil, any "bad thing" that happens to anyone in the latter camp cannot actually be a "bad thing" because "bad things" don't happen to bad people, only "deserved things". Obviously. This leads to some borderline sociopathic moments by the "good characters"; prime example is when one of the "bad" characters nearly (very minor spoilers)
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gets raped (at the very least sexually assaulted) and none of the good characters give a shit and instead blame her for possibly getting a good character hurt, because a bad thing to a good character is actually bad.
A position which, by the way, is also explicitly affirmed by the narrator. Just in case you thought Kuang could threaten you with any modicum of character complexity. Truly an insane viewpoint to have, one that I sort of doubt are Kuang's true feelings on this subject (well, I certainly hope anyway) but I suspect are a byproduct of the aforementioned [suspected] crippling fear of any dilution of the "colonialism bad" messaging.
By the way this is a fantasy novel. Probably not abundantly obvious based on what I wrote above. But also it's a book about how British colonialism succeeded because they had magic that intrinsically ties with a fundamental aspect of the human experience (language) but somehow the only difference this has led to from real life is that characters in the 1800s speak with 21st century lingo. I could keep on going on this point and the fantasy world-building elements in general (it's shit) but I am already a little ashamed as to how much easier it is to write about something I loathe rather than something I enjoy.
Truly detestable novel.