For the sake of completeness...
Jul. 24th, 2008 08:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alobearThere are three books I've picked up recently and put down again almost immediately - I hadn't thought to review them here, as I didn't actually read any of them, but I guess they should still count towards my stats.
All the Pretty Horses by Cormac McCarthy - I managed seven pages and then had to give up and declare it unreadable, largely because of the almost total lack of punctuation. It was remarkably dreary, as well, and I deemed it not worth persevering.
Only Forward by Michael Marshall Smith - this may in fact be extremely good, but the first two pages freaked me out so much I actually threw the book across the room and then didn't want to go to bed, so I abandoned it out of self-preservation.
Surely You're Joking, Mr Feynman by Richard Feynman - I feel bad about this one, as it's been recommended to me by several people, but I just couldn't get on with it. It also really annoys me, because I can't figure out what my problem was with it. Something about the way it was written just really put me off. I think it was to do with the fact that it was obviously dictated and the guy who actually wrote it all down hadn't thought about the differences between verbal anecdotes and written narrative. It just felt odd, and I couldn't settle to it. I read about a third of it but that was mainly because it was the only book I had with me on a day with two train journeys and a lunch hour.
So, three in a row in the negative column - oh dear.
All the Pretty Horses by Cormac McCarthy - I managed seven pages and then had to give up and declare it unreadable, largely because of the almost total lack of punctuation. It was remarkably dreary, as well, and I deemed it not worth persevering.
Only Forward by Michael Marshall Smith - this may in fact be extremely good, but the first two pages freaked me out so much I actually threw the book across the room and then didn't want to go to bed, so I abandoned it out of self-preservation.
Surely You're Joking, Mr Feynman by Richard Feynman - I feel bad about this one, as it's been recommended to me by several people, but I just couldn't get on with it. It also really annoys me, because I can't figure out what my problem was with it. Something about the way it was written just really put me off. I think it was to do with the fact that it was obviously dictated and the guy who actually wrote it all down hadn't thought about the differences between verbal anecdotes and written narrative. It just felt odd, and I couldn't settle to it. I read about a third of it but that was mainly because it was the only book I had with me on a day with two train journeys and a lunch hour.
So, three in a row in the negative column - oh dear.
