I do not like to give up on books, as I feel one cannot get an honest opinion of the subject matter until one has all the information available to them. I finished Moby Dick, even though it is a reference book on ships rather than the advertised hunt for a deadly whale, just so I could say wholeheartedly that it never lets up in its endless preachy dictation.
When it comes to Tristram however, I read the first three volumes, and laughed the same number of times. Sorry, chuckled. On that subject, how does one define a type of laughter? There are so many to choose from, giggling, chuckling, laughing, cackling, chortling, snickering, tittering, guffawing, sniggering. How does one define a particular kind of laugh, know which one to use and how to describe each one accurately?
Anyway, I left you wondering what I thought of the 3 volumes I did read, and I shall tell you in the next paragraph after this. I can see how something can be brave and different at the time, but after some time has passed,it becomes a history lesson, merely relating to the reader what it was like when it was new, but without the context to make it seem so now.
Whilst I can appreciate what it did and how it did it, I can't enjoy it on the level it was intended, and to continue reading it, even though I am not enjoying it, is not what it deserves. I can say I didn't like it, but not that it is a bad book, and for me to finish it and say otherwise is unjust. Either way, it has had some effect on me, as you may have guessed from the (rather shoddy) similar style of deviation used in this review....Continua