Re: 'Great' books you could do without
Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2016 7:41 am
For me everything British can such a dick. Especially Dickens.
Move along Paulo's boss. Nothing to see here.
I made a jokey post in the "reading " thread but having just read Mao II it is the most powerful DeLillo book I've read so far. It seems to take all his themes and condenses them into something more precise. I still think Cosmopolis is more fun (if you can call writing as morose as DeLillo's fun), it's almost like his version of a junk food novel. Mao II is more like Underworld with all the fat trimmed off.riley-o wrote: ↑Fri Oct 21, 2016 2:23 am I was way into DeLillo when this thread first rolled around and I was actually teeth-gritting mad at Mike for talking shit.
I remember loving Mao II the best but White Noise, Libra and Underworld were all right up there too.
Now I don't remember a single God damned thing about any of them. Not a word.
What went into that place in my brain ? Anything ? Or is it just shuttered off area now ? Lights out, broken windows, covered in chicken-scratch graffiti ?
Would it all come flooding back if I started reading one of them ? I re-read the Dune series over the summer and there were passages that I felt I almost I could've recited before reading, but then plotlines and book endings that were like brand new, changed versions.
I used to absolutely love that entire series, but this go-round I realized, man does that series just get progressively worse and worse as it goes (barring the 4th, which I think is the 2nd best).
hadji murad wrote: ↑Thu Jan 03, 2008 7:10 amMelville wasn't terribly popular in his own time, his most widely-read piece around his lifetime was Billy Budd. Moby Dick was unearthed (exhumed?) in the '20s and '30s by professors of American literature, who subsequently declared it a great work of early American literature and thus forced it down the throats of students for decades to come. So basically, Moby Dick is great because some academics decided on it, not because anyone really likes it. Really... there are 250 pages worth of plot, and a 400 page discourse on whaling stuck in between them.spacehamster wrote:After doing a presentation on it, I fully understand the artistic value of Jane Eyre as a well-crafted novel, but to me it's still an angsty and annoying book about a girl who can't decide if she should marry the priest or the millionaire.
I despise Melville. I tried to read Moby Dick once and gave up, and I can't even stand his short stories. The guy should have been a painter or something, he obviously didn't understand the meaning of the words "story" or "narrative".
Dickens and Austen for me. Don't get me started on what a fucking pussy Mr. Darcy is.
I’ve only read three of his novels so I wouldn’t exactly say I have a informed opinion of him. I remember loving “the old man and the sea” but I read it a thousand years ago. The free bookshelf at work had “the sun also rises” and “a farewell to arms” both of which I found pretty boring although I liked A Farewell To Arms better especially with the crushing ending redeeming the novel.
I recently finished “Mason & Dixon”. It’s probably my least favorite Pynchon. A bit sad considering I’ve read all his published work now. Some parts of it were great, I enjoyed all the mechanical duck nonsense and the werebeaver. I probably would have enjoyed this more of it was about 400 pages shorter.riley-o wrote: ↑Fri Oct 21, 2016 3:30 am I read Infinite Jest in my early 20s (maybe even my late teens) but, again, not a word of it remains. I liked it at the time and honestly I may well have had better taste in art and literature at that point in my life than I do currently, so..
I LOVED most of Pynchon's work that I read but struggled with disinterest through others. I couldn't get through Mason & Dixon at all. I enjoyed Gravity's Rainbow and the more coherent parts stick with me still (I clearly remember a passage about, I believe Pirate Prentice, eating disgusting English candies, and of course the bombs), but I think a big part of my appreciation for that book was based in the swelling of pride in my breast for actually reading the whole thing. I received much more pure reading enjoyment from The Crying of Lot 49 and I legitimately, thoroughly LOVED Against the Day, which, despite it being Pynchon's longest, also felt like his most readable. I think I was pretty neutral on Vineland (again, I couldn't begin to pull even the most basic plot synopsis for this one from the foggy depths of my worthless CTE-addled brain; not a setting, era, character, nothing) and haven't yet read either of his two newest, despite my long-running and heartfelt intentions.
Someone needs to cheer up and leave some of that happiness they bring.