This post is labelled as a book review, but it is not in the strictest sense. I have had this book on my shelves for a while, and I recall starting it once before (or at least had a lot of déjà vu whilst reading the first few chapters!).
The Red and the Black (Stendhal) — book review
Sadly, it has defeated me. Unlike reading Flaubert, I just couldn’t find it in my to be interested by the characters. I felt a glimmer of interest in the situation and the small-town politics, but not enough to keep reading. I have so many books now that I just don’t see the point in spending time reading ones that don’t grab me. So I’m reading some of Nabokov’s lectures on literature instead. Much better!