I recently read Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf. Beautifully written, but it seemed to me like a blanket of wonderful and original metaphors wrapped around a rather thin plot. Still, it intrigued me enough to want to read more of Woolf, so I went out and bought The Waves.
Now I'm reading Crash by J.G. Ballard. It's not bad, certainly very original, but the language is very repetitive. I've lost count of the number of times I've read the word "contours." Also, the (many) sex scenes smack of IKEA Erotica (ie. it reads like an instruction manual). All in all I think Crash is a bit overrated, but still worth a read.
Of course, both books (and indeed all books) pale in comparison to a book I read a couple of months ago: Ulysses by James Joyce. The greatest book I have ever read, bar none.
