I had a hard time getting into this book. The main character is so angry and unpleasant that I didn’t want to read about him.
So I skipped to the end (as I often do when I’m asking myself if a book will be worth finishing) and started reading backwards. I found myself reading entire chunks for about 70 pages before I gave up and returned to where I had left off in the first place. It sincerely helped me to know that he has some humanity and is able to reclaim his decency in the end. Having that perspective made reading through his less-savory moments palatable.
As I re-read the last chapters I did not want it to end. I am sad about having to put it down. I sincerely enjoyed and even savored this book. It is a true classic.
I had the same strong repellant reaction to Iago in Shakespeare’s Othello. I think my revulsion is a sign that the author has done and extraordinary job; if the writing brings out such strong emotion, then he is truly gifted at his craft.