I’m not surprised that others have mentioned Lord Foul’s Bane. I stopped after the rape scene, because I just can’t empathize with a rapist, and have no interest in reading a book whose main character I can’t empathize with.
Being curious, I attempted to read Mein Kampf. Got about 3-4 pages before wetting my pants laughing at how utterly bat-shit crazy it was.
Almost made me want to sell by BMW’s.
A few off the top of the noggin -
The Prophet - oh FFS I had to chew out Dad for recommending me that one, and he doesn’t have a philosophical/spiritual/astral-thingie bone in his uninspired, unmotivated body.
“V” - I guess you gotta have That Thing for ol’ Tommy.
Fortunately still here to say I (wisely) extricated myself from about halfway through the Killer Joke.
Knut Hamsun’s Hunger - put it down several times - not for eventual unreadability - but just Debbie Downer’ed by the unrelenting state of the narrator living somewhat on the brink.
ETA: Dostoevsky’s Notes From Underground
I’m in a book group!
Sorry, but all my friends have been, and no one ever asked me. So I’m excited, I finally feel like a grown up!
(Okay, you’ll realize how awkward that is when I admit that I’m not a high school girl; I’m a rugby player in his late 60’s)
But this month we’re reading multiple Toni Morrison novels. Oprah-Book-Clubby tragedies. I finished two that were full of horrible people, but stopped the third when the protagonist was the third (fourth?) person to be burned to death.
I was relieved to peek at a text from a friend during the discussion, asking me what the books were like… “Ugly people dying in ugly ways.”