Austen, Bronte. Must confess never having read them. I was caught up in being a "guy" so to speak. Those were girlie books... as opposed to girlie magazines

. Couldn't touch them for fear of losing a bit of masculinity in the process.
Your point on Melville is well taken. I have since gravitated more to the later 19th and 20th century novelists. Although, in truth, I am more of a short or shorter story fan (slow reader). If it weren't for Hemmingway, I could have been estranged from literature altogether.
There is a degree of maturity one needs to really appreciate what the greats have to offer and I was rather lacking in that department when I was younger.
Of all things, the one "older" piece that probably was the very first try at reclaiming my interest was: Portrait of a Lady
......talk about being ripe for being labelled turgid...
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Then again, you are quite the omnivore....
Edited by - Indy11 on 5/22/2004 8:08:27 AM