I would only recommend this book for someone ten or under. A child may find it amusing to have predictable stories dragged out endlessly, but I didn't. Pyle is verbose to the point of madness. The chapters about the winning of Guinevere are exceptionally tedious. Arthur disguises himself as a low gardener's boy in order to SPY on her! Then has a merry old time deceiving and humiliating his knights, his enemies, even the gardener. He rides out in disguise and defeats four knights in a row, We know in advance that he must prevail, but Pyle tells each story with the same, repetitive, grueling detail. In short, what should've been amusing, short tales are padded far past the point of interest. I knew there was a good reason why I couldn't make it through the book when I tried reading it as a teenager.
Nothing dealing with King Arthur.
I don't have a favorite scene. They were all so diluted with words that in the end, they had almost no impact.
Nooooo, Pyle has exhausted the subject entirely.
I love the style of language Pyle uses, but there is too much of it. An economy of words, to the tune of eliminating 40-50% of them, would've served the stories better.
Professor Messenger is an entertaining lecturer, but for this audio recording he should've hired a friend or asked one of his students to do the singing. He sings about half of the songs himself. He doesn't even sing them, in fact. He speaks them. After the historical build-up, the listener aches to hear a rousing rendition, but we must suffer through Messenger's interpretations. It stops the show cold every time.
The author should've gotten a singer to interpret the songs for him.
Ken Burns should definitely do a documentary on the subject.
The main character, Humbert Humbert, is an insufferably smug, effete, verbose piece of Eurotrash. We're supposed to hate him because he's a pedophile, but he spends so much time justifying himself that I wanted to stomp him to death for that. He NEVER owns up to being a creep. The entire book is his plea to be accepted into the country club again after what he considers a trifling faux pas. I you don't want to kick Humbert to death after listening to him blather for 5 hours, then you have as little feeling as he does.
All of the scenes in which Lolita treats Humbert like garbage.
It's brilliant and daring writing, but Nabakov has created a character more loathsome than Dracula. At least the Count didn't put up a pretense of being a fundamentally decent guy.
An abridged version would've been better. There is too much detail for such a simple story.
The narrator adopts a treacly, pleading tone throughout. It serves the character, but it gets old. I could barely force myself to listen to the first seven and a half hours, and Wall STILL had not left Warren Jeffs.
The problem is not with the characters but with the length. The narrator's whimpering tone would've been tolerable at six hours.
The author's portrait of Jeffs and the Fundamentalist Latter Day Saints is damning. There aren't enough years left in his life to punish him for his crimes.
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