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On changing tastes and unfinished reads

On changing tastes and unfinished reads
I was halfway into a book called The Game by an author I was thrilled to find in my university library: A.S. Byatt, when it suddenly struck me how awfully pretentious the writing was. I realized I was struggling with every line and at one point I just went, “Oh, shut up.” Both the female leads were too self involved and it was infested with the silliest plot lines and the lewdest “symbols”: basically, it was a yawn. So I stopped reading it. With so little time on my hands, I can’t afford to stick to my finish-every-book rule. It was a stupid rule, anyway.
What has shocked me is that, in retrospect, all her books, at least her short story collections, sound just like The Game. Possession, I still like. But The Children’s Book had similar characters and it is unthinkable now that I loved it. I have also been reading a book on Norse mythology, and I now feel her book Ragnarok: The End of the Gods, a child’s perspective on the Norse apocalypse, was almost idiotically overdone.
But I suppose it is only natural. Fourteen year old me was an Ayn Rand fanatic, and while I no longer relate to that self, I do love that I went through that obsessive phase in my life. It played a part, certainly, in making me who I am today. So my point is this: somewhere on this blog, there is a rave review of Ragnarok: The End of the Gods by A.S. Byatt. Is it wrong of me to keep it as it is or do I edit all my reviews with my changing tastes?
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