January 25, 2008

Fifteen Pages To Go...

In my desire to alternate reading classic novels and non-classic novels (i.e modern stuff) I have unfortunately stumbled across Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte. Now, I don't want to cause any offence to descendants of the Bronte family who may swing by this blog from time to time, but what a chore that piece of work is!

I am appalled and embarrassed to say that over two hundred pages in, and I could not say with any degree of certainty whether the central character is male or female - that's how little attention I am giving the book. A few pages ago one of the characters (I forget who) said that Heathcliff was dead, and I don't know if this is true, or if it was just being said as a wind up. I certainly don't remember it happening. It's like I'm seeing the words but not actually reading it, and I don't know if it's my fault or Emily's fault.

I am reluctant to blame the passage of time for my disinterest as well. It was published in 1847, so we are talking one-hundred-and-sixty years here, but I read Robinson Crusoe last year which came to be in 1719, and I thought that was fantastic and much more accessible.

I will get through it, because I'm stubborn that way, but don't ask me any questions afterwards. Maybe I'll have to get the CliffsNotes...

3 comments:

Stephanie said...

I've been stuck on page 216 of Proust's Memories of Things Past since November. It's so very good, but every time I pick it up, I re-read the same 250 word sentence and fall asleep!

Sophie Playle said...

I have no desire to read that book! I don't like that kind of writing. As for Daniel Defoe, I couldn't get through Robinson Crusoe either, and I had to read it for my course! Totally hate the way 18th Century novels were written.

Brian G Ross said...

Cap, you really are missin' somethin' with Robinson Crusoe. I had reservations about it as well when I discovered it was almost 300 years old but it was worth the effort.

Steph -- never read Proust, but I probably should. Perhaps you should pick it up in the afternoon, before the sleep-bunnies get you...

:o)