Originally Posted by BillDoran
Me neither. I loathe putting a book down after starting, but I don't think I made 25 pages. It pains me because it's atop so many all-time lists and I'm oblivious and incapable. I've come to realize I will never know the mysteries of Leopold Bloom and I'm okay with that.
As I've mentioned in these threads before, that book for me was Gravity's Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon. It was praised to high heavens as a post-modern classic and one of the great American books. I found it inpenetrable. I must have started it 5-6 times thinking I was missing something. Even once, I sat down and thought "OK, I'm going to read this blankety-blank book if it kills me". Well, it must of killed me because that effort lost momentum quickly. As they say, I just didn't get it. Still sitting in a box in the basement. Maybe one day I'll try again.