Today is the day I’m going to mark The Odyssey on my blog – Did Not Finish.
After about six weeks of trying to forget about it, I think I’m finally ready to talk about The Odyssey. In July, I attempted to tackle the iconic tome for a read-a-long hosted by A Literary Odyssey. I tried not to let it intimidate me, but – ugh! – this book is So. Hard. To. Read. I had a similar experience with T.S. Eliot’s The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. I don’t think my brain can process poetry of any kind.
I tried to push through and managed to read up to Book V out of XXIV. I didn’t want to give up because that felt like failing. Then I started forgetting to read the book and feeling too tired to read the book and a myriad of other excuses. Then I just straight up gave up.
But The Odyssey is at the back of my mind and I can’t stop dwelling on things like:
Lately, there’s been a lot of discussion out there about not finishing books, but infographics can’t help me answer these questions. So I’m going to shelve it away for now. To be continued.