I'm with Razeus here. I must confess to finding Joyce impenetrably slow and dull. Some of his short stories were less terrible, but I fine it hard to understand how Ulysses manages to top so many lists of "best books ever."
I'm with Razeus here. I must confess to finding Joyce impenetrably slow and dull. Some of his short stories were less terrible, but I fine it hard to understand how Ulysses manages to top so many lists of "best books ever."
100,000 lemmings can't be wrong. ~heard from a friend
Life is the first gift, love is the second, understanding the third. ~ Marge Piercy
Earth's crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God;
but only he who sees takes of his shoes. ~Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Simple! Form, style and structure reflect the torn personality of twentieth century modern man, sufficitne?
Try and read "Finnegans wake", and you'll see.
P.S. Joyce's humour is quite amusing, if you read V. Woolf you will be able to see the difference, she is boring.
Hehe. We've successfully turned a thread about bad writing into a thread about authors we don't like. Hmmmm...
100,000 lemmings can't be wrong. ~heard from a friend
Life is the first gift, love is the second, understanding the third. ~ Marge Piercy
Earth's crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God;
but only he who sees takes of his shoes. ~Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Hehe. We've successfully turned a thread about bad writing into a thread about authors we don't like. Hmmmm...
To be fair, the more I learn about any author and their works, the more I tend to appreciate and respect them. I'm willing to concede that I just don't know enough about Joyce to be able to fully appreciate his merrits.
100,000 lemmings can't be wrong. ~heard from a friend
Life is the first gift, love is the second, understanding the third. ~ Marge Piercy
Earth's crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God;
but only he who sees takes of his shoes. ~Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I have to say Evelyn Waugh. Mostly because i despise Brideshead Revisited. There is no doubt that Waugh was a very capable writer, I've heard good things about Snap! and A Handful of Dust, but i can't bring myself to read them. My main problem with the book is it's bull**** nostalgia. It's set in the early decades of the Twentieth Century and describes the lives of very privileged and wealthy Oxford educated toffs through rose-tinted spectacled eyes. It's as if all the social problems of those years, The Great Depression etc, have been neatly folded away as the action unfolds. It's such a promoter of a class system that should be flushed down the toilet forever. Not only is this conservatism shown in content, but it is mirrored in style also. The book is written almost like a Victorian novel, ridiculously archaic. Considering it was published within ten years of Finnegan's Wake and The Road to Wigan Pier, this is unforgivable.
But he has got a girl's name, so it's easy to laugh at him!
Ha Ha, such a good comment on the evil old Evelyn Waugh!
Stephen King and Dickens. I ended up throwing my copy of Great Expectations during a fit of rage!
Shall these bones live?
I once picked up a novel called Beijing Doll by Chun Sue simply because it sounded interesting. I was quite young and the shock value of it being banned in China probably apealed to me as well. In the forward she prattles on about how no one would publish the novel so she eventually had a friend do it for her. On completion i realized why she had to have a friend publish it for her. She wrote like the uneducate angsty 16 year old that i found out she was. Honestly the worse book i ever read, and probably the only book i couldn't find something, anything worthwhile to take away from. And this isn't to say that the young and uneducated can't or shouldn't write.
Danielle Steel. ugh.
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
I'm the patron saint of the denial,
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.