Originally Posted by robin
Rand was Russian and English was not her first language. It is no literary artpiece, but I would rate the writing quality as being better than what's put out nowadays by many native speakers.
Once Nabokov came along, that stopped being an excuse for ANYONE writing in his(/her) second language.
Originally Posted by globetrotter
I think that Rand was a philosopher, not a writer.
I think you have a more generous definition of "philosopher" than I do.
(I just really don't like Ayn Rand.)
I agree with you about "don't read Rand too young", btw. Oh, and you should give 100 Years of Solitude another shot sometime, it really is great.
Originally Posted by GQgeek
+1. Just couldn't do it, and honestly... I don't really want to. I think it's enough for me to know that someone wrote it. I don't really feel a need to read it.
Originally Posted by denimdestroyedmylife
Strangely, I could not make it through Pynchon's V, which is much shorter, and supposedly more accessible. When I lose track of characters, and I have to keep backtracking, that is the death knell.
I finished V! Woohoo! And to date it's still the only Pynchon I've actually read.
Partly because it was so difficult to get through, I think.
Originally Posted by 1969
Infinite Jest. I really enjoyed reading it, but couldn't really put it together as a novel. re-read it a few times, and last year picked up the study guide which gave some new light to a few things.
Originally Posted by lawyerdad
Good call, I agree completely. I'd pick it up and read a bit and be impressed by its brilliance. But I just couldn't sustain it (although I think I did read all the way through). I found it to be one of those pieces that are more impressive as an exercise in virtuosity than an enjoyable or enlivening reading experience.
I actually loved Infinite Jest, both as an enjoyable reading experience AND as an exercise in virtuosity. I have a serious weakness for DFW's writing, though. Reading him is a lot like hearing myself think.
I think this means I'm a narcissist?
Originally Posted by Zahir
Currently collecting dust in my closet is Dostoevsky's The Brothers Karamazov, which I have yet to make more than a 100 page dent in. I like it, I like Dostoevsky and have enjoyed some of his other novels, but for some reason I find myself losing interest in The Brothers Karamazov really quickly every time I pick it up. I think it's because I can't seem to make it past the vast amount of scene setting in the beggining.
Brothers K is awesome--I've read it many times. I would say, keep slogging away, it definitely end up paying off. Hell, you never even made it to The Grand Inquisitor!
I quit reading Proust, as has been well documented in other threads here. Not so much a failure to finish as a conscious decision to halt all Proust-related reading activities. It was sort of like when half your fingernail gets ripped off, and you sit there with it hurting, knowing you should just rip the rest. Eventually, you do, but not before you sit there in pain for a while, working up the nerve.
I started DeLillo's latest (Falling Man), and sort of lost track halfway through. It's ridiculously short, I have no excuse. I just wasn't in the mood at the time, and I tried to force it anyway.