Louanne Learning
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I admit that I have never read James Joyce's Finnegan's Wake, but I have heard it is notoriously difficult to read, with little narrative clarity.
A clear example of style over substance. So, I went to Goodreads, and the first two most-liked reviews were 5-star ratings, and then the third-most liked review was a 1-star rating:
A clear example of style over substance. So, I went to Goodreads, and the first two most-liked reviews were 5-star ratings, and then the third-most liked review was a 1-star rating:
I take no shame in admitting that I cannot read this book. I was defeated after three paragraphs:
"What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods gaggin fishy-gods! Brékkek Kékkek Kékkek Kékkek! Kóax Kóax Kóax! Ualu Ualu Ualu! Quaouauh! Where the Baddelaries partisans are still out to mathmaster Malachus Micgranes and the Verdons cata-pelting the camibalistics out of the Whoyteboyce of Hoodie Head. Assiegates and boomeringstroms. Sod’s brood, be me fear! Sanglorians, save! Arms apeal with larms, appalling. Killykill-killy: a toll, a toll. What chance cuddleys, what cashels aired and ventilated! What bidimetoloves sinduced by what tegotetab-solvers!"
I can’t even begin to decipher that nor do I have the patience or will to do so. I see what Joyce is doing; he is fucking around with words and having a blast, but I don’t want any part of it. Is this modernism gone too far?