Showing posts with label A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. Show all posts

2008-04-27

fist shaking and other venom

Sorry -- this is another really short post. And I know you've all been waiting for my brilliant, witty comments on something or other, so I have to apologize for disappointing.

Last week on his book agents' blog, Nathan Bransford asked readers to tell him about over-rated classic books written by authors who have long since passed. The responses are worth reading, if only to shake your fist at or nodd your head in agreement with.

(My votes include The Sun Also Rises and A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, two books I hated, hated, hated. Hated so much, in fact, that I never finished them.)