this is the highly subjective way I read and interpret literature
(the emphasis lies on literature, so you'll only find a couply of trashy readings here and there)
For no particular reason, I have always tried to avoid reading Osip Mandel’stam in the past. This week I thought, that it is time to give it a try, so here we go: Journey to Armenia by Osip Mandel’stam.
The language was incredibly beautiful (no wonder, for Mandel’stam was a famous poet), also his style is quite outstanding! But now comes the downside - for the whole time I struggled to find any meaning in it. While reading, I felt like I was basically scrolling through my twitter timeline - just unconnected sentences strung together, no particular order, sequence or development to be found.
Don't get me wrong now, it was a beautiful book to read, some sentences I read 5 or 6 times, just because they were so gorgeous, but in the end, I simply don't know what to do with it.