The other day as I was going through the books on my shelf to decide which I should keep and which to give away, I came across five excellent novels I started but never finished. It's quite possible I have blogged about this before, but I'm not sure, so... maybe I'm doing this again.
1. The Idiot - Fyodor Dostoevsky (on p. 372 of 615)
2. The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle - Haruki Murakami - (on page 88 of 607)
3. Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell - Susanna Clarke (on p. 466 of 866)
4. A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry (on p. 102 of 603)
5. Bel Canto - Ann Patchett (on p. 131 of 318)
The first question I have to ask myself is, if these novels are so excellent, why didn't I ever finish them? The second question I have to ask myself is, if I hate leaving things unfinished, why did I start another book when the last one was unfinished? The answer is that for the last couple of years, I have had a really short attention span for fiction. I have plowed through numerous non-fiction books, but when it comes to fiction, I can't seem to finish anything that is more than one-hundred pages. It's not that I don't value the worth of fictional accounts, it's just that for some reason I have attention deficit disorder when I am reading them. And, I feel like I need to find a way to get over it. Would ritalin help?