The Red and the Black, by Stendhal

It’s hard to write about your favorite book. I’ll just say that I re-read this nearly every year, and each time I find it a delight.

There are so many beautiful phrases written very simply. It feels so freshly written, not as something published in 1830.

I don’t like the Moncrieff translation. Burton Raffel’s translation is pretty good. My favorite is the one by Robert Adams.