I’ll start: Ernest Hemingway.
I have a ton of respect for him, he influenced so many writers and the craft of writing, and he lived a fascinating life. But I just find his books to be so damned dry. I love simplicity but I just feel like there’s no voice or soul in any of his books. There’s experiences but I don’t feel any passion or something that moves my heart. I guess his topics just aren’t for me.
What about all of you?
The Haunting of Hill House has one of the best opening paragraphs I’ve ever read. The rest…eh. Five years later and I’m still shocked by how little I cared for the book. Come to think of it, this might a case where the 60s film adaptation is vastly superior than the book.