s/o Literature you hate and why

[Anonymous]

I despise James Joyce's Ulysses. It's a self-indulgent wankfest and a shitstain on human history. It's like the Emperor's New Clothes...everyone standing around declaring it brilliant and falling all over themselves to praise its profundity when it's really just a garbled crapfest.

[Anonymous]

Jane Eyre

[Anonymous]

OP again:

Joyce, all of his works, I dislike. I've tried 3. Horrible.
Conrad: HEart of darkness. Ick.

FWIW: I come from a very very poor background and when I read Grapes of Wrath, i often went to bed hungry. It is quite possible that my rabid hatred for the book was misdirected. However, I will not reread it.

I do like to think of myself as a woman of grace and elegance...but I don't think of myself as "classy".

[Anonymous]

Heart of Darkness
Bleak House

And I'm an English teacher.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Basically any poetry. I just get tired.

Me too. It is such a pointless genre. Bores me to tears.

said like a true scholar

[Anonymous]

Old Yeller. Why?!

[Anonymous]

The worst was Billy Budd. Ponderous.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Basically any poetry. I just get tired.

Me too. It is such a pointless genre. Bores me to tears.

said like a true scholar

This makes me sad. Lifelong poetry lover here. But I respect your right to disagree!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I despise James Joyce's Ulysses. It's a self-indulgent wankfest and a shitstain on human history. It's like the Emperor's New Clothes...everyone standing around declaring it brilliant and falling all over themselves to praise its profundity when it's really just a garbled crapfest.

No! Buried inside of there is a fascinating commentary on the human condition.

I agree about Beowulf, though. Couldn't deal with it, even Seamus Heaney's recent re-translation.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Heart of Darkness
Bleak House

And I'm an English teacher.

Another English teacher here. I agree 100%. Bleak House is the WORST.

[Anonymous]

Ulysses hater here. Also, I loathe The Prairie by James Fenimore Cooper. Pages and pages and pages of describing. grass. describing. grass. Watching to grow is more engaging.

I'm sure, like a PP above, someone can claim that there is something profound about the human condition buried within it. Buried, buried, buried, smothered in thousand of unnecessary words about grass. Like the alleged value of Ulysses, buried underneath layers and layers of sloppy allusions and hundreds of pages of self-indulgent wankery.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Ulysses hater here. Also, I loathe The Prairie by James Fenimore Cooper. Pages and pages and pages of describing. grass. describing. grass. Watching to grow is more engaging.

I'm sure, like a PP above, someone can claim that there is something profound about the human condition buried within it. Buried, buried, buried, smothered in thousand of unnecessary words about grass. Like the alleged value of Ulysses, buried underneath layers and layers of sloppy allusions and hundreds of pages of self-indulgent wankery.

Your use of the word "wankery" really takes away from your commentary, fyi.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Jane Eyre

I still remember reading this... In a bad way... Like traumatic.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Ulysses hater here. Also, I loathe The Prairie by James Fenimore Cooper. Pages and pages and pages of describing. grass. describing. grass. Watching to grow is more engaging.

I'm sure, like a PP above, someone can claim that there is something profound about the human condition buried within it. Buried, buried, buried, smothered in thousand of unnecessary words about grass. Like the alleged value of Ulysses, buried underneath layers and layers of sloppy allusions and hundreds of pages of self-indulgent wankery.

Your use of the word "wankery" really takes away from your commentary, fyi.

Would it be better for you if the PP had said "intellectual masturbation" instead of "wankery"?

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Ulysses hater here. Also, I loathe The Prairie by James Fenimore Cooper. Pages and pages and pages of describing. grass. describing. grass. Watching to grow is more engaging.

I'm sure, like a PP above, someone can claim that there is something profound about the human condition buried within it. Buried, buried, buried, smothered in thousand of unnecessary words about grass. Like the alleged value of Ulysses, buried underneath layers and layers of sloppy allusions and hundreds of pages of self-indulgent wankery.

Your use of the word "wankery" really takes away from your commentary, fyi.

I thought use of "wankery" made the post.