Cryptic classic books titles

[tpw536w]

1)Elton John sang about Pearce in the trenches! (3,5,2,3,7,5)
2)He did not drop it in the grass! (3,7,2,3,3)
3)Inhabitants of southern Ireland City? (9)
4)Did Charles really write about the dog's trip? ( 3,6,2,3,6)
5)Angry fruit? (3,6,2,5)
6)A journey to Asian subcontinent (1,7,2,5)
7)1914-1918 and Armistice (3,3,5)

Thanks for any help

[ulysses100]

2. The Catcher in the Rye

[bridgenut]

2) The catcher in the rye ?

[ulysses100]

6. A Passage to India

[sohcahtoa]

6) A Passage to India
4) The Voyage of the Beagle

[bridgenut]

7 ) War and Peace

[wickedtongue]

3 The catcher in the rye

[wickedtongue]

sorry 3 = Dubliners

[MaryDou]

2) Dubliners
5) The Grapes of Wrath
6) A Passage to India
7) War and Peace

sorry cannot get the rest of them -

[wickedtongue]

5 the grapes of wrath

[ulysses100]

5. The Grapes of Wrath

[tpw536w]

Well that was quick, thanks, just leaves No 1 & these two I think I have done just need confirmation
Golding looted offshore in a confused manner! (4,2,3,5)
Holiday diary telling of journeys into serveral remote areas of the world? ( 9,7)

[dr pop]

The Lord of the flies for Golding

[tpw536w]

Thanks Dr pop, got that one right

[MrBadger]

1) could be "All Quiet on the Western Front"... fits with trenches etc, but I have no idea what Elton John has to do with it

[dr pop]

Elton John sang Song for Guy and Guy Pearce is an actor if this helps anybody else solve number 1

[juliefer]

Gulliver's Travels for the last one?

[ontarioice]

1. Elton John sang All Quiet on the Western Front.
Here are the lyrics and the reference to the trenches:

Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin

All quiet on the Western Front, nobody saw
A youth asleep in the foreign soil, planted by the war
Feel the pulse of human blood pouring forth
See the stems of Europe bend under force

All quiet
All quiet
All quiet on the Western Front

So tired of this garden's grief, nobody cares
Old kin kiss the small white cross, their only souvenir
See the Prussian offense fly, weren't we grand
To place the feel of cold sharp steel in their hands

It's gone all quiet on the Western Front, male angels sigh
Ghosts float in a flooded trench as Germany dies
Fever reaps the flowers of France, fair-haired boys
String the harps to Victory's voice, joyous noise