
This week’s Blog Hop question, posted by The Blue Bookcase, is:
What is the most difficult literary work you’ve ever read? What made it so difficult?
I love it when a question is easy to answer! Without a doubt, the most difficult novel – literary or otherwise – that I’ve ever read is In the Labyrinth by Alain Robbe-Grillet. This was an assignment in a college World Literature class, and although I read it in 1969, I’ve never forgotten the book nor the struggle it was to read.
Robbe-Grillet was a pioneer of the “new novel” (noveau roman) of the 1950s. It was his contention that the writer should avoid psychological or ideological analysis, but use an impersonal description of physical objects and allow the reader to guess what hides under details and events.
The “plot” of In the Labyrinth (and I use the term, “plot,” loosely) is of a soldier following a boy to meet someone to whom he will deliver a box. None of the characters are named, and scenes and actions are continuously repeated – sometimes word for word – in a labyrinthine manner. It is hard to tell what is real and what might be a dream. The narration shifts throughout the story between the soldier and the boy and, just to make it more confusing, is unreliable. I found it impossible to tell whether anything I read was really happening, was a hallucination, a flashback, or a lie.
It’s possible that now, as a more mature reader, I might be able to understand what I was reading. Frankly, I’m not curious enough about this to test the theory. In fact, just thinking about In the Labyrinth has inspired me to download Stephen King’s latest – Full Dark, No Stars – onto my Kindle!


Then We Came to the End by Joshua Ferris. Since I’ve finished this, it isn’t really a TBR title.
A Happy Marriage by Rafael Yglesias
