I dusted off my long-neglected copy of Les Misèrables. The difference between now and fifteen years ago is this time I’m certain I’ll actually finish the thing.
I’ve been reading on the train ride home all week. Normally that would put me well on the way to finishing an average novel but thing—thing is 900 pages of small print (about 12-15 words per line, the usual novel text runs 8-11 words per line). This got me to wondering—how on Earth did this book get read enough to become popular? Were people such voracious readers back in the day that a tome like Les Miz didn’t put them off of starting, much less actually finishing it?
Certainly in this day an age brevity contributes to popularity—In spite of the high page count you could finish a Dan Brown in hours, not weeks. If Victor Hugo were alive today his works could easily go unnoticed because honestly, not enough people would actually read books of this size and weight to popularize it.
Although, there is the “Ulysses” effect… That’s my pet theory that only a dozen people have actually read James Joyce’s Ulysses all the way through—But J.J. has such a good rep for “artistry” that no one wants to admit they don’t get it… For an example of this theory in a modern context, see the reviews of the TV mystery/drama/WTF/show called Twin Peaks. Nobody knew what the hell was going on there, but anybody who raved about the show was certain they knew what was going on.
Did the same fate reach Les Misèrables? Did people start off insisting it was great because they didn’t have 3 or 4 weeks of spare time to finish the book yet they had too much pride to admit the book beat them?
I know of at least one person who read the book all the way to the end, that guy who made the musical… Presuming the book also ends with the lost alien rejoining his parents on a spaceship to outer space.
Tags: novels, reading, classics, great books