Day Five – A book you hate
Both were required reading for me as an undergrad, and if I’m honest, I hated them both so much that I couldn’t bring myself to finish either one. I couldn’t sell these back to the bookstore fast enough at the end of that semester.
I found Eugene, of Look Homeward, so thoroughly disagreeable at the outset that I couldn’t get past it. On a certain level I can appreciate the prose that Wolfe and his editor, Maxwell Perkins, crafted, but what it comes down to is that I had no sympathy for or way of identifying with the protagonist. There were whole passages of the story that made me want to throw the novel at a wall in irritation.
I still don’t understand how the same person who wrote one of my favorites, Frankenstein, could trot out something as painful to read as The Last Man. I get that Shelley was at a bad point in her life when she wrote it, I do, but that doesn’t excuse the boring pacing and forgettable characters. The most I can muster up about this novel is “blah,” and if I hadn’t had to write a paper on it, I wouldn’t have read as much of it as I did.