Confession time: the "classics" you couldn't finish
Hi everyone, sorry for my English. Out of curiosity, I wanted to open a discussion about "classic" books — both the ones you started and eventually dropped, and the ones you somehow managed to finish but had to push through, without really enjoying them. By "classic" I don't mean it in a strict sense — I'm including books that are in some way considered part of the "canon", whatever that might mean, so feel free to interpret it broadly.
Ones I dropped, and why:
- Sartre, La Nausée (Nausea) — I tried twice and found it incredibly tedious both times; I never made it past 20 pages.
- Verga, Storia di una capinera (Sparrow: The Story of a Songbird) — the language is plain enough, so that wasn't the issue. What wore me out was the style itself: a cumulative, repetition-heavy rhetoric of exasperation that ends up overwhelming the story it's supposed to tell. I like epistolary novels — Goethe's Werther and Foscolo's Ortis are favorites of mine — but here the voice swallows the narrative, without enough literary payoff (to my mind) to make up for it.
- Grazia Deledda, Canne al vento (Reeds in the Wind) — I found in it a kind of contrived authenticity that I don't care for.
- Poe, The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket — honestly I don't remember why I dropped it… I'll definitely give it another go!
Ones I finished, but with effort and without really enjoying them:
- Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye — I just didn't find it that interesting; maybe I came to it too late.