bioniclib 's review for:

Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

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I love British Literature. I took a few different courses on it in college. Having heard the titles of many classics my reading list is gargantuan. Comes with being an English major. This was one such book. But I've been questioning my desire to read the classics as of late.

A classic, too often, is code for a white dude that other white dudes liked in the Days of Yore. Sometimes this white dude agrees, I read Dickens and Shakespeare and love them both. And while that dry wit and writing style that defines the writing of a lot of those old white dudes is something I still enjoy no matter what, the plot and the characters are what have been making me feel increasingly uncomfortable.

I simply have no patience for the ennui that rich white men are burdened with in these stories. My reading as taken on a much more diverse bent and the real struggles of the poor, of the minorities, of women, make me less sympathetic to the plight of the young man trying to find his way in the world on the back of his family money.

I got about 50 pages in and I just couldn't continue. And I'm slowly becoming ok with that.