Anyway, my bookgroup is reading The Maytrees by Annie Dillard for October. I've tried three different times to begin this book. I'll get a few pages into it, get mad, and throw it down. "This book is stupid!" I said, the last time I tried reading it.
I know there are lots of Dillard fans out there. I've tried to be one too. I read about half of Pilgrim's Creek and started An American Childhood. But I admit defeat. She's not for me.
For one thing, her non-fiction is excruciatingly detailed; too much information about things I don't consider very important. And her fiction! She breaks all the rules of writing. Not that I'm adverse to rule breaking; I'm a rebel myself in that way. But I want spoken words to have quotation marks around the actual phrases. I want a book to flow smoothly along and not jar me sideways every other sentence. I don't want to have to keep re-reading a sentence until it makes sense. Sometimes it does; often it doesn't. I get mad when I can't follow the story for having to re-read so much.
So there. I'm not going to read Annie Dillard, and I'm not ashamed to say so.