OK. It seemed like a great idea at the time. As I wrote a couple of weeks ago, another blogger decided he was going to read every one of the books Publishers Weekly listed as the number one seller each year for the past 100 years. Here’s the list. Sounded great. I decided to copy his idea.
I downloaded the first book to my Kindle. The Inside of the Cup by Winston Churchill. I wrote at the time that I never realized Winston Churchill had written a novel. Well, turns out, it’s a different Winston Churchill. As the blogger with the idea writes in his review of The Inside of the Cup, this Winston Churchill was at one time the editor of Cosmopolitan Magazine. Yes, that magazine.
Something tells me that, way back in 1895 when Mr. Churchill edited the magazine, they wrote of different things. I’m pretty certain there wasn’t an article titled “You on Top.”
But that’s just a diversion. Don’t we all need a little diversion now and then. VIRGINS IN COSMO!!!!! OK, fine, enough of that. Sheesh.
Time to get back to the point of this post. Which is this. I tried. I really did try to read The Inside of the Cup. I just couldn’t do it.
Here’s a pet peeve I have about certain books. The opening pages introduce so many characters I have no idea who is who and what is what. This book did that. Ergh. And as the story went along those characters continued to get thrown in and out of the story in a way that left me mystified as to who was who and what was what.
The thrust of the story is this: you have an old-line Catholic parish, made up of the rich and powerful. The church, however, is in the decaying part of the city. The priest dies. They recruit a well-considered priest from a smaller town. He arrives and there are crises that come with him as his faith and that of his flock is challenged in different ways. At least that’s what I think. I didn’t get far enough to know exactly what happens once he arrives, for I could go no further.
It’s why I generally avoid reading books written too long ago — they just frequently seem to be written in a … oh, how do I say this … monumentally boring way? Far too much of this and that, too jumbled up and … oh, hell, I don’t know. I just couldn’t get through it.
So, now, it’s on to book #2 on the list. The Eyes of the World by Harold Bell Wright. Hopefully, 1914 was a better year for literature than 1913. Good news. This is also free for the Kindle.