Finally working my way through Dream of the Red Chamber (called The Story of the Stone in the five-volume Penguin Classics edition I’m reading).
I feel like if I’m going to live in Taiwan for a lengthy period of time, as I hope to do, I owe it to myself to read the “Four Classic Novels” of China. Surely not doing so would be like a Chinese person moving to England without having ever read Shakespeare or Dickens? Not that there’s anything necessarily wrong with that, but as a fan of literature I feel like I should make the effort.
Fortunately, nearly a thousand(!) pages in to this massive tome, it doesn’t yet feel like “effort”. It’s actually more enjoyable than I expected. It’s an easy book to dip in and out of without having to worry about forgetting what happened. Maybe that’s because nothing much actually happens. Yet, for an enormous book about people going about their ordinary lives and not doing much of any real significance, it’s surprisingly fun!