this is the highly subjective way I read and interpret literature
(I mostly read classic belles-lettres, but you’ll find some examples of trashy readings here and there as well)
I quit. This is not my cup of tea.
I am not sure, what I was expecting Berlin Alexanderplatz to be like. I guess, I wanted it to be more like something written by Dostoevskij and less like something written by James Joyce.
Maybe I will give it another try someday, but for now, I cannot bring myself to continue.