Absalom, Absalom!

When I started reading this, I thought ‘dear lord, what have I gotten myself into'. The writing is dense and opaque; disheartened, I turned away.

Then I returned, and my ear caught the rhythm of it. I found myself pulled inexorably into the complex dynamics of this family of the American South. Dashed about from one narrative to another, I could not find my footing. But I finished the book exhilarated, exhausted, and with a strange hunger to start reading again from the beginning.