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classic)))
This is despite the fact that I am a very active reader.
Just classic literature (if it is not historical novels) is distinguished by a constant savoring of emotions and reflection of characters.
what is actually clear is that there is not much to write about. the plot there is rather secondary because the center is always the experiences of the hero or heroes.
And I don't worry so much in 5 years about how many characters manage to reflect in 10 pages.
For me, this is alien and meaningless.
After watching fornication California, it became interesting to read Bukowski's “Women”, it was my first and last book of this kind, Absolutely meaningless reading material that does not bring a drop of pleasure. Perhaps a very unsophisticated person will like Bukovki, but apart from sex, whiskey and his constant hangover, you will not find anything there.
P.S Hank Moody would appreciate it.
“Perfumer” by Patrick Suskind. It just becomes impossible to read after a couple of pages. Endless lists, endless descriptions of how the streets stank (although this is clear after the first lines, but let's tell you a couple of hundred more pages about it)
There is one book that rejects me more than any other.�
“Lolita” by Nabokov.�
No, I'm not against ephebophilia. I just hate the language it's written in. “Tongue steps across the roof of my mouth “and” the scepter of passion in an awkward fist ” were enough for me to go no further than the first chapter in about five attempts to read this work.
Absolutely do not like reading surrogate novels, Coelho, King, Murakami, Rinat Valiullina, Elchin Safarli. All of them are trying to convey some vanilla wisdom, some of their misunderstandings, impose their lack of doubt, and many are led to it. It's disgusting.
Classical literature.
First of all, many authors simply have an unhealthy craving for gigantism. I didn't write a treatise of a couple of volumes, so that each one was 300-400 pages long, consider that you are not a classic, but you write a little at your leisure. Amateur, in short.
Secondly, don't get me wrong, classical literature is still relevant today, because it touches on eternal problems, and this is its power and essence. However, this is, at best, 50% of the total volume of the work. And the rest is endless descriptions of everyday life at that time.E., for example, all these social courtships of the 18th century, all sorts of balls, descriptions of clothes, insignificant conversations. How tiring it is. Another example is that I was very fond of Fenimore Cooper as a child and I love nature, but when there is a story about the main character, and then 2-3 pages of solid text describing the flowers and trees surrounding him, it really makes me sleepy, I just flipped through these pages. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a fan of action, but it's really boring and pretentious, all these delightful epithets “oh, how green and beautiful the bushes on the hill are, what we see on the right, and on the left – even greener and more beautiful.” Get rid of it.
Non-fiction.
Again, I love science-pop literature, but unfortunately, 90% of non-fiction is “How to earn your first million in 3 days” and “Grandmother Agafya's plots for all diseases”. Just such headlines make you feel like vomiting. How can this even be read?