I persisted. Was rewarded. Great background and counterpoint to the movie, which is one of the best movies ever made, full stop.
Persisted. Regretted. It's rubbish. Who these days talks about John Fowles? He has faded into a well-deserved obscurity.
I feel a bit ashamed to admit that, having really enjoyed a few of Thomas Pynchon's books, I stopped reading "Gravity's Rainbow" at around the 100-page mark. I tried to pick it up again a few times over the intervening years but again found myself frustrated by it and so never really proceeded any further.
Persisted. Rewarded. It is an extremely difficult book. Took me about eighteen months (and many other books in between). There's just so much content in there, so many curious and downright bizarre ideas and flights of fancy. There's also a strong undercurrent of magic realism, which surely must predate any example of that style from South America or Central Europe.
I make a hobby of persisting with "difficult" books. I've trawled through Joyce's "Ulysses" (and Homer's original, for that matter). Most of the time I'm wildly out of my depth, but as I read, I try to imagine what it must like to be ultra-intelligent and ultra-erudite and hence actually empowered to read these tomes without effort.
Some others have defeated me. Malcolm Lowry's "Under the Volcano". Toni Morrison's "Jazz". Others I can't think of now.
One day I will tackle Kant's "Critique of Pure Reason". I'm sure I won't understand or remember any of it.