I got a huge kick out of yesterday’s discussion on songs we either hated or songs that kept getting stuck in our heads. And now, although I like to think of myself as a grateful person, I’m in the mood to carp some more. So, let’s spend another day or two ignoring all of these beady-eyed ceramic turkeys and talk about things that drive us crazy.
Like books. Certain books. Books that have no business being written or existing or…well, that may be laying in on a little thick, but if you need a quick refresher, please go back and read the poll “One book you loved, one book you hated.”
Today let’s talk about books that you:
- Couldn’t finish
- Were bored to tears by
- Threw across the room
- Lit on fire
- Stole from your library just so nobody else could read them
I’ll start. I’m afraid Ulysses by James Joyce is always going to be on this list for me. I’ve gotten quite a few emails about how ignorant I am in my dismissal of this great work. I’m not dismissing it. I think it’s an amazing literary accomplishment. And I still hate it. And I won’t pick it up ever again. And the experience of trying to read it is like having a jellyfish wrapped around my face while angry sharks rip my legs off.
I bet that’s exactly what it feels like.
Your turn. Ready, set, complain.
PS: someone suggested I add Kingsley Amis’ Lucky Jim book to the list. I said no. It’s awesome.