Greetings, Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Dresden for The Book Store.
Nice to see you all again, in a metaphorical sense at least. So, I figure that, since I've done positive reviews in the past, it's high time I do a negative review for you fine patrons of literature. I think I'm just fooling myself on that score. In any case, this time I'll be reviewing For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway.
Okay, first off, let me summarize the entirety of my feelings for this book in one sound: Auuuughhhhbleeeeggghhhh. This novel was a legitimate chore to read. The literary style was not only poorly conceived, it was next to impossible to comprehend. This may be just my failing as a reader, but honestly, I think it's more of the fault of the author. Everyone is stated directly, all dialogue, all narration is completely lacking in subtlety. Until of course it goes from dry intonation to completely impenetrable abstract nonsense.
I'm not going to even bother to touch the plot because, in some sick way, I have a modicum of respect for it. I honestly believe that if a different author had written the story of this plot it would have been downright fascinating.
All in all, I absolutely despised For Whom the Bell Tolls.
Review Score: 3/10 It's only that high because apparently the entire populace of America besides myself adores this novel, for whatever inconceivable reason.
As always, my friends, stay reading. This is Dresden, signing off.
