D_Gunther Snotpole
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I carried it in the trunk of my Toyota (pbui) for 12 years. Never got through it.For me, it was Gravity's Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon. I started strong with it, then petered out in the last half.
Well, titan ... maybe, with the slight elements of autobiography, you found you knew too much of the story?.... The idiot by Fyodor Dostoevsky.... i came, i tried, i 'epic' failed!!!!
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He's pretty tortuous for readers today, I think.Anything by Henry James, which isn't to say I failed to actually finish reading those of his books I've read, I just switched off about half way through despite having physically read them.
But at his best, he was pretty sublime.
(Very good critic, James ... very very fair.)
Not quite on topic, but you should try Colm Toibin's The Master. It's about James, but written much more leanly.I find myself at the point of tearing my own flesh whenever I encounter modern writers doing homage to The Master.
The Ambassadors was great. Hard to tell why it's more successful because it too has that narcissistic my-consciousness-ain't-it-gorgeous unwillingness to get to the point. But it seems to work.I had that problem with The Golden Bowl and The Wings of the Dove, both of which I tried to read---more than once in the former case---but which I found simply suffocating.
On the other hand, I love The Ambassadors (which was written in the same period) and have read it twice, as well as several of James's earlier novels and stories.
Washington Square, a fairly early novel, is very clear and straightforward ... but then it doesn't seem representative of James.
When he's really being himself, he's opaque.
(That's probably a bit unfair; his early, clear stuff is as much him, I suppose, as anything else.)
Earl, can't agree. I really enjoyed it. But to each his own, I guess.Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. Attempted to read it 3 times but always lost interest after 30 pages or so.
Exactly. Poetic prose. Can't stand the stuff.Fugitive Pieces by Anne Michaels
A Canadian novel about jews who servived WW2. Its prose read as dense poetry and I just couldn't read it. It won lots of awards.
(I can ... but not at book length.)
How she received so many honours for that book, I'll never know.
My reaction was different.The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo - Stieg Larsson.
Being a voracious reader I suffered bitterly through the first chapter before I flung it down in disgust.
It sucks the biggest suck that ever sucked a suck.
I don't say it's well written ... I mean, you can look at any particular page and see nothing impressive ... but I found it extraordinarily readable over many pages.
I read 400 pages of it one day.
Can't say the last time I did that.
My own books:
I've been trying to get through David Foster Wallace's Infinite Jest.
I loved it at the beginning, it's full of energy, and Wallace can give you an aha! experience while describing so many things that you've never encountered in print.
But his shtick needs to come with an oxygen tent, and doesn't.
Too high a pitch, over too long a time, eventually becomes reeeeal boring. A book should be like landscape ... fascinating vistas, charming little vales, sure ... but also points here and there that are just backdrop, points of rest for the eye. Otherwise, there's no overall shape.
No one has mentioned James Joyce's Finnegan's Wake.
I wonder if there's another novel in literary history that has been so often purchased and so seldom finished.
People say they get into it ... and I have no reason to doubt that they do.
And I probably could get through it, reading three paragraphs at a time.
But who would want to?
Maybe I'm just bamboozled and mind-pHhucked by the Interwebz.
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