Have there been books that you have made a serious effort to read and simply could not get through, especially books that have a considerable reputation or following? Here are some such from my experience:
Edmund Burke, Reflections on the Revolution in France. This is supposed to be one of the seminal classics of conservative thought, but I know of no other book that uses so many words to say so little. I had to read it, or rather some selections from it, in college. I believe that I forced myself to look at the words on the page in order of succession, but they conveyed so little meaning to my mind that I hesitate to describe what I did as "reading." Since then, I have twice tried to read it and have not managed to get more than twenty pages into it. My God, what a boring book! How on earth can it be so famous?
D. H. Laurence, Women in Love. I have read, with interest, other novels by Laurence---Sons and Lovers and The Rainbow. So, I thought, I ought to be able to read this one. Tried. Couldn't do it. Tried again, only this time made a vow that I would just keep reading and not let anything stop me. But I couldn't do it. The contents of the book bored me so fiercely that it caused a kind of paralysis in my brain. As with Burke, it got to the point where the words on the page would just pass through my field of view without conveying any meaning to me. Another boring book.
I might include whatever crap by Tolkien I may once have tried to read, but I can't say that I made a serious effort. Why the fuck I or anyone should care about a hugely elaborate load of fantasy about Middle Earth and Hobbits and what-not I have no idea. I tried watching the movie The Lord of the Rings, thinking that it would be easier to get through, as the medium requires only that I watch and listen, not that I read, but even that bored me beyond endurance. I kept wanting to scream at the screen, "I DON'T FUCKING CARE!!"
Edmund Burke, Reflections on the Revolution in France. This is supposed to be one of the seminal classics of conservative thought, but I know of no other book that uses so many words to say so little. I had to read it, or rather some selections from it, in college. I believe that I forced myself to look at the words on the page in order of succession, but they conveyed so little meaning to my mind that I hesitate to describe what I did as "reading." Since then, I have twice tried to read it and have not managed to get more than twenty pages into it. My God, what a boring book! How on earth can it be so famous?
D. H. Laurence, Women in Love. I have read, with interest, other novels by Laurence---Sons and Lovers and The Rainbow. So, I thought, I ought to be able to read this one. Tried. Couldn't do it. Tried again, only this time made a vow that I would just keep reading and not let anything stop me. But I couldn't do it. The contents of the book bored me so fiercely that it caused a kind of paralysis in my brain. As with Burke, it got to the point where the words on the page would just pass through my field of view without conveying any meaning to me. Another boring book.
I might include whatever crap by Tolkien I may once have tried to read, but I can't say that I made a serious effort. Why the fuck I or anyone should care about a hugely elaborate load of fantasy about Middle Earth and Hobbits and what-not I have no idea. I tried watching the movie The Lord of the Rings, thinking that it would be easier to get through, as the medium requires only that I watch and listen, not that I read, but even that bored me beyond endurance. I kept wanting to scream at the screen, "I DON'T FUCKING CARE!!"