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  • Book Talk: Books I Do Not Like

    Book Talk: Books I Do Not Like

    I read a lot. I’ve always read a lot. Over the course of the pandemic, one of the few things about myself I’ve been able to hold onto was reading. I’ve become a heavy user of the public library over the past three years, and I don’t see any reason for that to change. I’ll write more about that later, but for now, here are some books I don’t like.

    Wuthering Heights
    I resisted reading it because I hate every adaptation I’ve seen. These are not people I want to spend time with. Then someone suggested reading it not as a romance, but as a horror story. I still hated it. Also, I don’t read or watch horror, so that probably didn’t help the way that person thought it would. (I recently read an updated version by Alice Hoffman. Much as I love her work — she’s one of my favorite authors — I hated her take on the story, too.)

    Wide Sargasso Sea
    I have read this book twice. I still have no idea what happens. Jane Eyre has been a favorite of mine since 4th grade, and during a re-read several years ago, I was surprised to realize that I cannot stand Rochester; in fact, I vastly prefer the parts of the book that do not include him. But I just don’t get Rhys’s book at all.

    Play It as It Lays
    I want to write a post about my somewhat complicated feelings about Joan Didion’s work, but I’ll start here, with this book. I first read it in college and didn’t like it. The characters seemed incomprehensible to me. I have read it at least twice since then, on the grounds that my perspective may have changed. It has not. I still find the characters incomprehensible. (All of this also applies to Candace Bushnell’s Sex and the City, except that I was long out of college by the time that was written.)

    Wicked
    Mr. Sandwich and I saw the musical about 10 years ago. I liked it so much, I bought the CD at intermission. At a book swap, I picked up a copy of the novel. One of the other women said, making a face, “It’s really different from the play.” I thought I was okay with that. Turns out I was not. Oz was a weird place, but this world is mean and nasty. There are scenes that I just found gross, and completely unnecessary. There are long stretches in time that are hard to follow. The characters I found compelling on stage are flat in the book. I’m really, really sorry I let this book in my head.

    What books are you sorry you read, and why? Share away.

  • Books I Don’t Love

    This isn’t a list of books I hate, which would be led by Gregory Maguire’s Wicked. (I loved the musical, but there was not one thing I liked about that book–and I finished it just to see if there would be.)

    No, this is a list of books that are widely agreed to be excellent, and I just don’t care.

    Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte. I’ve loathed every adaptation I’ve seen, and I only read the book after it was suggested that I might like it better if I read it as a horror story, rather than as a romance. I didn’t.

    The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. I just can’t get into it, and I’ve tried more than once. I also tried Tender Is The Night with the same result. For my money, Fitzgerald–like Hemingway–is better at short stories. I’ll pass on the movie–particularly since I also don’t love Baz Luhrmann’s work. (Fun fact: If you want to excerpt, the Fitzgerald estate will only approve it if you have pulled your selection from specific editions, which they will identify by ISBN.)

    Play It As It Lays by Joan Didion. I do not get the appeal of this book. I didn’t get it when I first encountered it in college, and I didn’t get it several years ago when I re-read it after loving The Year of Magical Thinking.

    What about you? What books mystify you with their acclaim?