Never read Tristram Shandy,
but, whenever it gets mentioned, I can't help but assume it's a euphemism for self abuse.

Read Rushdie's Fury (picked up in a 3 for 2) and it was mind-blowingly terrible, and easily the most pretentious thing I'd ever read, so I've not gone near anything of his since, and assume that those who do are pseuds of the highest order. I suppose it's possible that he's actually a brilliant writer, but I'll never know.

Tried reading Dostoyevsky's Brothers K, but gave up half way through, as it was essentially a massive wall of text. Was probably quite young at the time, but it's put me off Russian literature (probably a bit unfair, but life's too short really). Picking up Ulysses gave me the same feeling (but with less punctuation/structure), so I ditched it pretty quick.

Still, you've filed these under Big and Hard (fnarr), so I guess that's fair!
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Sun 8 Jan 2012, 20:10, Reply)