Some books are hard to write about. I began making my way through my to-read list last week, and Milan Kundera’s The Unbearable Lightness of Being was the first I checked off. I tried to write about it and realized my mixed feelings made a short response impossible. I loved the story, some of the philosophizing, and the characters, but in a good bit of the philosophical spurts, I was frustrated.
Other books have presented me with a similar quandary: Anna Karenina (loved it, but what can I say that hasn’t been said?), Everything is Illuminated (mixed feelings), Absalom, Absalom (couldn’t stand it, but knew it was brilliant), The History of Love (simply left me speechless), and more.
This sudden impossibility of saying anything about a book that I’ve just read and can’t stop thinking about leaves me wondering why certain books have this effect and not others. Was I simply not ready for the book? Am I not intellectual enough to verbalize my thoughts about these works? Did I miss that something that would bring the work all together and let me write?
As always, I’m curious to hear from fellow bibliophiles: what books, if any, are hard for you to write or talk about after reading?
Have a lovely Thursday, friends, and see you next week!
~Katie (unwritten, untitled)
[image 1 by munir on flickr/image 2 from one cover of The Unbearable Lightness of Being/image 3 by jacQuie.K on flickr]0