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I just finished up China Mieville's Perdido Street Station and had a hankering for some classic literature. So I grabbed a copy of Thomas Hardy's Far from the Madding Crowd.
His prose is tortuously overwritten like he's getting paid by the letter. And even for the time period it was written, he seems an incredibly misogynistic dude - not quite Stephen "The R is for Rape" Donaldson bad, but still pretty uncomfortably bad in that sense. And yet, I'm enjoying it.
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