I wasn’t going to read Ducks, Newburyport, but I guess I will after all.
It wasn’t that it’s an over 1000 page novel with only a single sentence. I’ve read big books before. I’ve read challenging books too. My big deal was that I’ve read a whole slew of big books (some challenging, others more challenging to get through just because they were a slog. Poor Fellow My Country, Miss MacIntosh, My Darling, Sironia, Texas, the Mission Earth series, Gai-Jin, Cryptonomicon, and others were all this year. I just wanted to read something smaller and simpler after all that.
However, after having had people suggest, and not without some measure of truth, that I was far more likely to end up reading these kind of books from men, particularly as I was ordering Knausgaard’s My Struggle: Book Six so I could finish off that poor decision, I decided I could give one more a go.
We’ll see how that decision plays out.