Thank you everyone who recommended Vanity Fair on my Big Read Poll: I finished it this morning over breakfast and thought it was an absolute hoot. You are all very wise, o my flisters.
Vanity Fair's one of the books I've been put off reading through sheer enormousness. I don't think it helps that I've got the old Wordsworth Classics edition, which looks like a gray brick.
I have been put off by its sheer enormousness too (600 pages?!). Also my copy (a Marshall Cavendish partworks el cheapo hardback) has teeny tiny print, about which I have become unforgiving in recent years.
However, it turned out to have short chapters and a cracking pace. I flagged for a while around p. 220-270 (I HAVE BEEN READING THIS FOR SO LONG NOW...) but then pushed on through to the end rapidly once I got to the midway point.
It is very, very funny: reminded me of Evelyn Waugh, only with gloriously overblown octopus-like sentences that wrap eight legs around you and then smack a huge kiss of a punchline on your forehead.
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However, it turned out to have short chapters and a cracking pace. I flagged for a while around p. 220-270 (I HAVE BEEN READING THIS FOR SO LONG NOW...) but then pushed on through to the end rapidly once I got to the midway point.
It is very, very funny: reminded me of Evelyn Waugh, only with gloriously overblown octopus-like sentences that wrap eight legs around you and then smack a huge kiss of a punchline on your forehead.
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