I keep trying to find modern fiction readable and keep finding disappointment. For example:
Tree of Smoke, by Denis Johnson. This book won the National Book award and I cannot figure why. It is the most poorly written novel that I have read in a long time. Ugly sentence construction. Faulty syntax. Catatonic description. And a theme so tiresome and overworked, one feels like a losing participant in a contest to see who can consume the most hotdogs in one hour.
Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close, by Jonathan Safran Foer. Excellent title because, when finished reading, I felt as if I had just watched 18 hours of television nonstop. There wasn't enough wine in the house to restore my equilibrium, so I went to bed, hoping sleep would clear my mind. It helped.
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