(This may belong more in MPSIMS – mods, please relocate if appropriate.)
With perhaps an unhealthy amount of time on my hands; have been trawling past TSD threads. Came upon one from a few years ago, initially Tolkien-related. Will refrain from resurrecting the thread itself – it quite quickly underwent “topic drift” in a rather ugly direction – but anyway, the OP started by telling of how (by no means for the first time, and not in a very hopeful spirit) he had tried to start reading The Lord of the Rings. The beginning of the first sentence, was enough for him: “When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End anoounced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday…” – incensed at what he saw as the frivolous idiocy of using “eleventy-first”, instead of the conventional modern number system; the OP threw the book aside in disgust, and did not pick it up again.
It emerged later in the thread; that in this, the OP was indulging at least to some extent, in humorous exaggeration. However, the thing did bring to my mind: while I’m a Tolkien devotee; there are in fiction, books or series by various authors, which I have spurned, or never even tried, for what are objectively equally nebulous / trivial reasons.
An example: I like much detective / mystery fiction – but some of same, I am put off “even before the get-go”. There’s a series of mysteries by M.C. Beaton: set in rural England, starring a lady amateur ‘tec called Agatha Raisin. From first becoming aware of these books, the name utterly set my teeth on edge. I felt it very clear that these would be – for my tastes – sickeningly, cloyingly twee “cozy-beyond-cozy” mysteries; the heroine plainly a lovably quirky maiden lady – with her given name, a “homage” (BLEEAAAURGHH !!) to Agatha Christie. I’ve never opened an Agatha Raisin novel, and don’t ever plan to.
Am I particularly weird in being so easily turned off works of fiction, by such superficial “triggers” – when common sense would suggest that the books deserve being given a try, on the chance that one might just be depriving oneself of a treat? If after anyway a few pages, strong feel is, “this seems awful”; it’s perfectly possible to stop at any time. Or do other fiction readers here, sometimes experience such sentiments, so strongly, on such – objectively – almost non-existent grounds?