I finished Don Quixote yesterday, and today I completed In Search of Lost Time. Woo-hoo!
This opened up so much free time today that I ended up filling it by mopping my kitchen floor. This is quite a rare occurrence, let me assure you.
I’ll write my thoughts on completing these books soon, but I think I’ve spent enough time staring at the computer today and my eyes are tired.
Before I go, though, I’ll point you to this interesting article from The Atlantic (link via Bookslut), described as “an attack on the growing pretentiousness of American literary prose.” The argument in the article is basically that contemporary literary prose is sloppy and badly done, and we would be better off reading classics. I have to say, though, as much as I didn’t like the author’s over-generalizations and all-around crankiness, I liked the part where he critiques Annie Proulx, whose novel Shipping News I didn’t like at all, and I found the Cormac McCarthy section amusing. I wasn’t agreeing with him at all about Don Delillo, however.