”The climate, however, is not, truth to tell, bad, and we even have a few nonagenarians in our parish. The thermometer (I have made some obsDNF at 30%
”The climate, however, is not, truth to tell, bad, and we even have a few nonagenarians in our parish. The thermometer (I have made some observations) falls in winter to 4 degrees Centigrade at the outside, which give us 24 degrees Reaumur as the maximum, or otherwise 54 degrees Fahrenheit (English scale), not more. And, as a matter of fact, we are sheltered from the north winds by the forest of Argueil on the one side, from the west winds by the St. Jean range on the other; and this heat, moreover, on account of the aqueous vapours given off by the river and the considerable number of cattle in the fields, which, as you know, exhale much ammonia, that it to say, nitrogen, hydrogen and oxygen (no, nitrogen and hydrogen alone), and which sucking up into itself the humus from the ground, mixing together all those different emanations, unites them into a stack, so to say, and combining with the electricity diffused through the atmosphere, when there is any, might in the long run, as in tropical countries, engender insalubrious miasmata-this heat, I say, finds itself perfectly tempered on the side whence it comes, or rather whence it should come-that is to say, the southern side-by the south-eastern winds, which, having cooled themselves passing over the Seine, reach us sometimes all at once like breezes from Russia.”
No, this is not a quote from a science textbook or a farmer’s almanac. This is a quote from a narrative fiction novel. Perhaps if as much attention had been paid out to fleshing out the characters in this it would have been more pleasant to read. I read and read and read and still the number of pages left to go seems to remain fixed. I will not be dragged into this trap a third time in just over a month!...more
I really tried to give this one a chance but I found it shockingly infuriating. It’s not very funny at all, and for me, if the main charDNF’ed at 49%
I really tried to give this one a chance but I found it shockingly infuriating. It’s not very funny at all, and for me, if the main character(s) of a novel are not people I can bond with and root for, I see no point in reading the book, and the vast majority of characters in this book are absolutely heinous with zero redeeming qualities.
Ignatius is the blueprint for all self important art critics, arrogant cultural analysts, and Home Depot customers everywhere. ...more
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