I felt that way about it, too. I wanted to like it–with Sopranos done, I wanted a replacement show that I could really get into. But for some reason, I just hated them all.
I don’t really care how authentic they are - all I know is that at some point, I realized that I didn’t care if a single one of them lived or died. They were all either morally disgusting (most of the adults), completely stupid (Sansa), or just hopelessly doomed (the other Stark kids).
Also, I didn’t think it was particularly well written; it suffered from severe Robert Jordanism.
Just my opinion, of course.
Look Me in The Eyes by John Elder Robison
Okay I feel for the guy having Asperger’s long before it was a diagnosis and having shitty parents to boot, but God he is STILL a prentious arrogant dickhead. I was rather offended at his insistence that since he had Asperger’s he could act childish and didn’t have to learn people’s names instead calling them things like Unit One, Unit Two…
Chuck Palahniuk, everyone describes him as hysterically funny but I just found the book stomach turning and boring.
I’ve never read his books, but I feel like the only person who didn’t like the movie Fight Club.
Which book?
Most drug movies and books I have a hard time with. I never took any drugs - really, not even pot - so I don’t even have the vaguest frame of reference and it seems stupid for people to be fucking up their lives with drugs for a temporary high. Which makes it really hard to empathize with the characters.
Passage to India is about British racism (among other things). Ironically enough, I read it because an Indian friend of mine recommended it.
I can’t see what the attraction is with Richard Brautigan. I’ve read “Troutfishing in America” and “In Watermelon Sugar.” They’re pleasantly clever, I guess, but aside from that I didn’t see much point. It seems like a lot of people draw inspiration from these books, but I don’t get it.
Speaking from complete ignorance, since I’ve not read the book, that Forster expression seems perfectly wonderful. It contains the implication you took from it, but also describes a completely understandable human desire that (essentially) anyone who has ever traveled has felt.
If you travel to an exotic land you want to see the natives. I doesn’t matter who the natives are as long as they are somewhat different than yourself.
Forster implied both meanings with economy in a pleasantly unemotional style.
My husband, who does not read for pleasure, owns all of the Brautigan books. I think they’re the only fiction he owns. When we were dating, he recommended them and I read them all…I don’t even remember what they were like, only that they didn’t do a thing for me and reading them was a chore.
We had a similar experience with Frank Zappa. I am just not able to get it.
I feel a little guilty about not liking Tolkien. I don’t mind reading about elves and wizards, I was a stoner, surely I can find something worthwhile about these books? Apparently not.