The prose in A Clockwork Orange is brain-breakingly difficult.
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>What’s it going to be then, eh?
There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, Dim being really dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar making up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening, a flip dark chill winter bastard though dry. The Korova Milkbar was a milk-plus mesto, and you may, O my brothers, have forgotten what these mestos were like, things changing so skorry these days and everybody very quick to forget, newspapers not being read much neither. Well, what they sold there was milk plus something else. They had no licence for selling liquor, but there was no law yet against prodding some of the new veshches which they used to put into the old moloko, so you could peet it with vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom or one or two other veshches which would give you a nice quiet horrorshow fifteen minutes admiring Bog And All His Holy Angels and Saints in your left shoe with lights bursting all over your mozg. Or you could peet milk with knives in it, as we used to say, and this would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of dirty twenty-to-one, and that was what we were peeting this evening I’m starting off the story with.
GapDry7986 on
I wouldn’t recommend either of these for someone who wants to get into reading and doesn’t like it very much. Neither one has very streamlined prose, which is probably what you would want, combined with an interest you already have.
danytheredditer on
Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones
cinder7usa on
What are your interests? What type of movies do you like?
serralinda73 on
Wow. A very difficult-to-understand book (Clockwork Orange). As in, the language itself takes some deciphering.
And a super-long book that is also not the easiest since it’s translated from Spanish of 400 years ago…
Can’t you just grab a Stephen King book or something? What sort of stories are you interested in?
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The prose in A Clockwork Orange is brain-breakingly difficult.
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>What’s it going to be then, eh?
There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, Dim being really dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar making up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening, a flip dark chill winter bastard though dry. The Korova Milkbar was a milk-plus mesto, and you may, O my brothers, have forgotten what these mestos were like, things changing so skorry these days and everybody very quick to forget, newspapers not being read much neither. Well, what they sold there was milk plus something else. They had no licence for selling liquor, but there was no law yet against prodding some of the new veshches which they used to put into the old moloko, so you could peet it with vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom or one or two other veshches which would give you a nice quiet horrorshow fifteen minutes admiring Bog And All His Holy Angels and Saints in your left shoe with lights bursting all over your mozg. Or you could peet milk with knives in it, as we used to say, and this would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of dirty twenty-to-one, and that was what we were peeting this evening I’m starting off the story with.
I wouldn’t recommend either of these for someone who wants to get into reading and doesn’t like it very much. Neither one has very streamlined prose, which is probably what you would want, combined with an interest you already have.
Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones
What are your interests? What type of movies do you like?
Wow. A very difficult-to-understand book (Clockwork Orange). As in, the language itself takes some deciphering.
And a super-long book that is also not the easiest since it’s translated from Spanish of 400 years ago…
Can’t you just grab a Stephen King book or something? What sort of stories are you interested in?