Almost halfway through
Melmoth the Wanderer and finding it difficult to keep going. Right now the protagonist is in the middle of hearing a long tale told by the man he saved from a shipwreck, who back in his native Spain had been on the run and has now been employed as a copyist. Here the fugitive is recounting one of the texts he has been engaged to write down, something about an island in India.
There are some truly exciting parts of this novel, but there are so many long sections that don't engage me that the book is more often than not something to be endured and not enjoyed. I will probably keep reading the book, a little at a time, just to be done with it. I need to leaven the experience with a lighter read, maybe concurrently.