I haven't finished it, but so far like 30% of the book is irrelevant to the plot and is just the authors random musings and philosophies on life. He dedicates entire pages to debating what the most comfortable room temperature and position to sleep in is, or his opinions on random countries like Japan or "Afghanistan". It almost reads like blogposts or diary entries.
That was precisely what made it totally unreadable to me. As if he were indeed paid for words (which I heard is a classical literature urban legend). At one point, Melville visits a church mass, and he writes down the complete salmon over multiple pages. That was my exit.
That was precisely what made it totally unreadable to me. As if he were indeed paid for words (which I heard is a classical literature urban legend). At one point, Melville visits a church mass, and he writes down the complete salmon over multiple pages. That was my exit.