I remember the Shōgun tv miniseries being big back in the 80s. I thought I’d read the novel, even got the two sequels. I should have watched the miniseries instead.
I’m still not finished and it’s been about 12 days. Long as it is, that’s really unusual for me. I’ve had a lot less time to read recently due to a number of other things going on, but I’ve been seeking those out to avoid reading. I’m just not digging the book that much.
Some of it is just that the book is fluffing itself up to be an epic when it doesn’t feel that it has enough for that. There is so much revisiting of the same material. That doesn’t even get into how tired the “white guy discovering Asia” thing is to me, though perhaps Shōgun would have had more of a chance if I’d read it back closer to when it was written. Regardless of that, the amount of time other characters spend talking about the main characters genitals is just silly.
I so want to be done with this book and wish I didn’t have two sequels waiting in the wings.