Sunday, 29 December 2013

a question of upbringing

Halfway through reading A Question Of Upbringing by Antony Powell I abandoned it, earlier this year. First of a long series of novels, supposedly a classic, A Dance To The Music Of Time. But I found it dull and humourless, flatly written, and shaping up to be nothing more than a soap opera about posh and semi-posh people for people who considered themselves to be above soap operas.

I'm still not great at abandoning books even if I'm not enjoying them, but life's getting shorter.