Classic Literature isn’t always easy, or good!

There are many reasons for reading classic literature. For me personally (not that anyone should necessarily care!) is that so many of them have worked their way into general language and discourse, and I wanted to acquaint myself with that. I also wanted to understand what these great works had to say about the human condition since, I despair at the general level of conversation and general decorum in society today. I am aware that sounds pompous. Apart from that I wanted to appreciate how some of our greatest literary geniuses express themselves and put together a story. It teaches us logic, metaphor, symbolism, social commentary, historical context, the zeitgeist and, as I wrote before, illuminates what it means to be human.

I am getting all of that from my reading so far. I have especially fallen for Dickens and although his representation on this list is very limited, I am working my way through his canon in parallel to this challenge. I guess you could say for the sheer enjoyment of his prose and story telling. I have been disturbed by the mind of Kafka, enthralled by George Elliot’s use of language and social commentary and impressed, as ever, with Hemingway’s ability to surprise.

However it isn’t all plain sailing and there have been books I have read already, that I found very hard going and got very little from personally. I guess this is the way with classic literature, especially genre changing prose. I expected to find works such as Ulysses and War and Peace a challenge. Both of these are long, but I have come to realize that length isn’t what makes a book a challenge. If the story is moving and developing, lengthy works can really suck you in. I haven’t tacked either of those two highly rated books yet, but others have been very difficult for me.

There are a number of Faulkner works on this list and if they are all like “Absalom, Absalom!” I am in for a hard time. “Catch-22” was another that passed me by totally and I found hard to follow exactly what Heller was driving at. I own that this is my fault and I don’t understand the literary techniques but when a sentence runs on for a page, or the flashbacks become difficult to follow, I tend to lose the plot.

I am thinking that this is OK. Not al great works, or indeed any fiction, is going to appear to everyone. It is expecting too much to be thrilled and enthralled by all 100 books on this list. I am coming to the conclusion that there is a style with which I just don’t gel. I am in for more of these on this journey, of that I am sure. There is also the possibility that as I read more widely, my skills will improve and these books will become more enjoyable. I am certainly open to approaching them again in the near future. In the meantime though, I will rate them as poor or difficult reads, accept that says more about me than the book, and move on with the quest to read all 100 of these works!