This is the second novel in the great American novel
list that I've tackled. I'd write a review of it but I gave up after about 100 pages. The book is written in stream of conciousness which I find maddening. It's not that it's too dense to be read. The problem is the opposite. There's nothing there to hang onto. Page after page after page is just too much for me. And to make it worse, the first section is also written in southern dialect. Ick. Hope the next one is better.
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