I've remembered a writer who once seemed special and then turned on me.
Raymond Chandler.
When I first read him (The Big Sleep, certainly considered one of his best), I thought he was just superb ... and then I put the book down for several years, picked it up again recently, and couldn't read more than a page.
Can't understand that. When I like a writer, my view of any particular text doesn't tend to shift much. But in this case, it did.
Maybe it'll shift back.
(I know this is a little different from the premise of the thread. I didn't read through several Chandler books and then hit boredom or annoyance with a new one. This is two different reactions to a particular book.)