poliphilo

Nightwood is hard going. It's a simple tale but she does sooo complicate it.

Sure, it's atmospheric. And some of her turns of phrase have a startling beauty.

But I'm getting old. I don't have the time and patience to re-read a sentence four times in order to squeeze the aphoristic juice out of it.

Well, that's not entirely true. I do have the time and a modicum of patience but it makes me cranky to have to work so hard.

It's not as if she's saying anything really deep.

Bloody modernists!

This is where I could write an essay about how the modernist project was fuelled by snobbery and a disdain for the common reader- and how all of them were elitist and a good few of them were fascist- but I won't.

Listen to me, I'm getting to sound like a philistine. Damn.

Don't mind me, Djuna; I'm just a grouch.

No need to see me out. I'll leave by the tradesman's door.