Have been trouble reading two books in the past couple of years, I start them but have a difficult time following the action, and have to put them down. The first is "The Wings of the Dove" by Henry James. I love his books, and have read others, including "The Ambassadors" three times; it was hard the first time but keeps getting beter and better. But somehow in "Wings," I just cannot folllow all his catalogue of allusions to abstract things. He is always introducing some important idea with a nickname, and then alluding to it by varying the nickname somehow. It is very difficult to know what he is really talking about, and it seems a lot is deliberately left to the raeder's imagination? Would anyone say this is a good way to approach this book?
The second is Vineland by Thomas Pynchon. Gravity's Rainbow of course gave me a lot of trouble, but many passages I enjoyed immensely. This one is not as hard, but the sentences and images move so fast, it is hard to keep up. How does he pack so much in? It is the opposite of Henry James, which moves at a glacial pace.
I hope someone hear has read these books and contribute their experiences with them.
Walter Ramsey