I don’t know what to call it. John Muir is awesome. So poetic, interested in all the things I’m interested in, inspires me to get out there and go hiking (as if I needed more motivation?) – yet, his work is… I don’t know what to call it… “heavy”… the opposite of light reading. I’m just slogging through it. I don’t know if I really like it, but it’s definitely beautifully quotable. It’s leaving me with so many mixed feelings.
Allan Moore’s Jerusalem. I love most of his work and was very excited to read Jerusalem as it was his first published novel. However some characters speak in such thick and varied accents (which Moore writes out phonetically) that understanding dialogue beyond context was impossible for me.
I threw up my hands and bought the audiobook version and it was fantastic. But I couldn’t read it to save my life.
It’s not his first published novel. His first was “Voice of the fire”
Thank you for the correction. Another book to add to the must read list.