Here is the list.
Every book on this list looks incredibly depressing or predictable. Death, despair, poverty and pointless, fragmented lives. That's just the fiction. There's no joy, no heroism. Just nihilism.
The only book that looks even partially interesting is Behind the Beautiful Forevers: Life, Death and Hope in a Mumbai Undercity, a book which would be better served by dropping the first half of the title. By chance, I'm currently reading Far From the Tree, which is interesting, but not at all about what I thought it was going to be about based on reviews. And, oh look, the NYT is in love with a book about the Kennedys; who could have predicted that? And to prove that deep thinkers do work for the NYT, its final selection is a book on philosophy that asks why we exist. The New York Times should ask that of itself.