davywavy: (Default)
[personal profile] davywavy
One of the problems of having spent my formative years gamely reading all of the world's great literature that I could get my hands on is that these days I'm having to make do with the world's ho-hum literature instead.
This thought struck me with force this morning as I was looking for somehting to read on the train to work and my eye alighted on the half-read copy of F. Scott Fitzgerald's Tender is the night which has been sitting by my bed for some weeks. Like the copy of magical beasts and where to find them in Harry Potter, it squats there, malevolently daring me to try and read it, glaring vilely and promising dire retribution should I so much as pick it up.
For the life of me I can't understand how Fitzgerald has got the reputation he has (apparently he's a regular on A level English Lit reading lists); his prose is supremely unengaging, his characterisation repetitive and leaden, and his preoccupations (not matter how rich, successful, and pretty you are you'll never actually be happy. So ner) bloody irritating. This book reminds me in some ways of Yukio Mishima's Forbidden Colours; in that I'm bloody well not going to let it beat me, so I'll put my head down in a determined way and make it to the end if it kills me.

This leads me to the question I'm asking of you lot today; who, in your opinion, is the most over-rated "great" author? Is it perhaps Dickens, whose tiresome 'jokes' and supremely punchable characters are so beloved of English teachers everywhere? Perhaps it is Anton Chekov, who could do with just lightening up? Or perhaps someone more modern like Will Self, who you just want to punch and punch and punch until he takes the hint and stops? Let me know your thoughts.

Oh, and if anyone can recommend anything good to read I'd be grateful. I've got bloody Albert Camus next unless anyone can save me.

Date: 2004-07-22 02:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] davywavy.livejournal.com
I have always meant to read Thoreau, but the excerpts I've read have always struck me as so smug that I never bothered.
If anyone is going to be smug around here, it's me.

Date: 2004-07-22 02:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vulgarcriminal.livejournal.com
You're at least funny and smug. He's just fucking smug. God damn transcendentalists. I'm throughly pleased existentialism saved us from that nonsense. Emerson is just as bad. Long live Foucault!


Date: 2004-07-22 02:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] davywavy.livejournal.com
Existentialist philosophy, yes, existentialist literature, no! No! And Thrice no! Franz Kafka, eh? What was he on?

No Exit!

Date: 2004-07-22 02:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vulgarcriminal.livejournal.com
Is a fantastic play; a corrupt reporter, a drag queen and a socialite during war times.

I want some of Kafka's drugs and I very much suspect that Burroughs took them too. Yay! Rat poison!

Oh! Read 'Hell's Angels' by Hunter Thompson, it really is interesting. If only because:
1. Ginsberg was insane
2. The Hell's Angels are insane
3. Hunter Thompson is more insane than all of them combined


Re: No Exit!

Date: 2004-07-22 08:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] davywavy.livejournal.com
What I find most odd about your icon is how much it looks like you.

Profile

davywavy: (Default)
davywavy

March 2023

S M T W T F S
   1234
56789 1011
12131415161718
19202122232425
262728293031 

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Feb. 26th, 2026 11:15 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios