Posted on 03/09/2007 11:22:35 PM PST by Blind Eye Jones
What is the most convoluted, opaque, impenetrable book you ever read?
I cannot with any truth say that books like "Ethan Frome", "The Good Earth", or "Great Expectations" focused my mind.
That last one almost turned me off Dickens forever, which would have been a damn shame and I'm lucky my mother talked me into giving "The Pickwick Papers" a shot.
But your login name, is wonderful. Greetings from an O'Malley.
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If our women are as tough as Grace O'Malley, our enemies are doomed.
http://www.musicanet.org/robokopp/eire/orosedob.htm
Hail O bereaved woman
It was our sorrow you being in fetters
Your fine heritage in the possession of robbers
And you held by the foreigners!
Chorus:
Oh welcome home,
Oh welcome home,
Oh welcome home,
Now at the coming of summer.
Grace O'Malley is coming over the sea
Armed young men with her as guards
Gaels themselves not French nor Spaniards
And they will put a hurt on Foreigners (Brits).
Chorus:
Thanks to the King of Miracles that I see,
Even if my life ends in but a week,
Grace O'Malley and a thousand volunteers
Proclaiming the scattering of the Foreigners
Chorus:
Raintree County, Hands Down; the author committed suicide after the galleys came back.
Dosteovsky boring ass books. But I'll try again!!!
Funny you pointed that one out, because I was going to say Rule of Four by Ian Caldwell, which is about just that.
I had to force myself to finish Rule of Four, hoping it would get better - and it never did.
2nd nomination goes to Portnoy's Complaint; here the author spends a month of the reader's time leading him through the mire and the muck that adolescent sexual self-mutilation wallows in, more, I think as a sly attempt to poke fun at the permissive, self-absorbed society of his time which still echoes in every teenager's bedroom.
I've seen the book at book stores. The name seems even boring.
Send me a copy?
Had he only quit with the prologue; the imagery there remains with me now, 50 years later.
It's all about bones. And skin. And the children of Israel coming together. And the spirit being breathed into them. And UFOs. Or at least wheels within wheels. What's so impenetrable about that? ;-)
AMEN and April 15th looms
I never knew that sharks had such magnificent tails...
That's a big 10-4 good buddy!
Although I didn't find it quite that exciting...
"The Rube has a sincere little boy look, burns through him like blue neon. That one stepped right off a Sator-day Evening Post cover with a string of bullheads, and preserved himself in junk. His marks never beef and the Bunko people are really carrying a needle for the Rube. One day Little Boy Blue starts to slip, and what crawls out would make an ambulance attendant puke. The Rube flips in the end, running through empty automats and subway stations, screaming: "Come back, kid! Come back!", and follows his boy right into the East River, down through condoms and orange peels, mosaic of floating newspapers, down into the silent black ooze with gangsters in concrete, and pistols pounded Hat to avoid the probing finger of prurient ballistic experts."
Now that you understand møøslimbs better, is it clear why he's in Dutch with them?
Time the reading of this description of the motion of a second hand on a typical wall clock:
It was a clock. The kind of clock that hangs on every schoolroom wall; the nemesis of both student and teacher alike and it was imposing and large.
The second hand was master of all; its ponderous pause between each precious, passing moment lasting longer and longer each minute as it pushed the stubborn minute hand forward but one degree on that huge wheel that ground so slowly toward freedom.
God, how I hated that clock...
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