|Even this edition wouldn't have helped.|
Boy was I wrong. Wings of the Dove is 700 pages long; 300 pages into it, I was unhappily slogging and sometimes skimming. I had never gotten to care one bit for any of the characters. I was curious about the scheme that is the center of the plot, but it hadn't even gotten started yet and I was losing patience. I felt that there was so much detail and nuance and fine shading of feeling that the characters and plot were lost in the morass--a real forest-for-the-trees situation. I eventually told myself to stop suffering and put the dang book down already, and promptly felt better.
So I am hereby admitting defeat on this title. It's my first Classics Club failure, so I'm not very thrilled, but wow, that novel was terrible. I'm going to salvage my dented pride by reading one or two short stories by Henry James instead.