Today’s post is a short one about long books.
There’s been a lot of talk recently at The Guardian about long books. Back in October, they published their list of the ten best long reads, followed a week later by a list drawn up from readers’ suggestions. Today, it’s all about Aristotelian poetics and the virtue of longer works.
Do you enjoy reading long books? Are you commitment-shy at the thought of 800+ pages? The physical challenges of hefting around a sizable work are perhaps overcome by the portability of e-book readers, though I don’t have one myself to be sure. I do know my copy of A Suitable Boy is the book in my library which shows most sign of wear and tear. I loved that book and in no way resented carrying it around everywhere for three weeks, but it’s darn hard to read without creasing the spine!
I know initial reactions to a book that’s more than a couple of inches deep can be mixed. Some welcome the chance to immerse themselves in a complex and intricate narrative, others most likely feel weariness at the mere thought of all the hours to be invested. What about you? Have you crossed the finishing line of a literary marathon?
What’s the longest book you’ve read? What kept you going when you hit the wall?