I tried reading Wuthering Heights again, dutifully, after it featured in Cusk's Arlington Park. I've always felt a bit guilty about having never read it. But I found it unbearable. Take away my Eng Lit badge if you like. I'm sick of rain and moody people and chinese box narration (someone tell me the damn story already!) and bloody Yorkshire accents. Sorry everyone who loved it - but picking up Toibin again instead I am reminded that I don't want to waste my time with unbearable prose.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Second try
I tried reading Wuthering Heights again, dutifully, after it featured in Cusk's Arlington Park. I've always felt a bit guilty about having never read it. But I found it unbearable. Take away my Eng Lit badge if you like. I'm sick of rain and moody people and chinese box narration (someone tell me the damn story already!) and bloody Yorkshire accents. Sorry everyone who loved it - but picking up Toibin again instead I am reminded that I don't want to waste my time with unbearable prose.
