>>I suppose it says something about me that the most *fun* I had in my 2008 reading was while devouring the out-and-out nerd porn that Charles Stross and Neal Stephenson write.
Indeed. My preferences say nothing quite so salutary about my tastes. I was quite sure that I was completely unmoved by the overwrought Romantic hero of a certain kind of adventure fiction, until I looked back and realised that between Edmond Dantes and Dorothy Dunnett's Francis Lymond, I had the greatest fun in 2008 reading potboilers about emo loners with Grudges Against Society. The sad thing is that in more worthy literary fiction, this type of hero repels me utterly. [cf. That boy in *Catcher In The Rye*, much drama/literature produced in England between 1955-1970.] On Tue, Jan 13, 2009 at 8:25 PM, Udhay Shankar N <[email protected]> wrote: > Supriya Nair wrote, [on 1/13/2009 7:27 PM]: > > > [Although my best experience by far last year was re-reading the > unabridged > > *The Count Of Monte Cristo.*] > > heh. > Udhay > -- > ((Udhay Shankar N)) ((udhay @ pobox.com)) ((www.digeratus.com)) > > -- roswitha.tumblr.com
