Oh. My. God. This was the densest book I think I've ever read, apart from his other book that I read, A Portrait Of A Lady. There is literally nothing else I can say about it, apart from the fact that it's almost impenetrable. And is quite well-written, but mainly just dense.
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| The man, the myth, the legend |
OK, I admit it, the writing and storytelling is great, but I really did find it very difficult to get into, as there were large chunks of text three pages long, full of flowery language, the meaning of which is scanty and slightly pointless, and don't really need to be included. The actual stories are very basic, and more about the emotions of the characters rather than the actual exciting happenings of the story, and in that way they're made more dense. James takes the stance that emotions are very complex and so should be expressed so. Lordy Lord, does he ever.
Overall, this was a good book. Can't say much more about it really, but if you don't like dense and impenetrable literature, avoid this with a ten-foot barge pole. Next I'll be reading The Longest Journey, by E.M. Forster, so look out for more!
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