Originally Posted by Victor
I got through Tropic of Cancer. It's definitely somewhat stream of consciousness. I still remember him comparing a prostitutes privates to a valise...what a metaphor. Is this the same Paris of Hemingway's "movable feast"? Hard to believe. It reminded me more of "Naked Lunch" than anything else.
The book I struggled to finish was Rand's "Atlas Shrugged". That was on my nightstand for over three years before I finished.
The Fountainhead is even worse than Atlas Shrugged. Stay away, unless you have to write an essay on it.