Via a chain of online links, I found this site of "one star reviews" of ostensibly revered books. Very entertaining.

The Bridge of San Luis Rey (1927)

Author: Thornton Wilder

“Basically all that happens is five people die on a small bridge and then the author goes on to discuss these people’s lives. What a BORE. Unless you’re some philosophical nerd, you will not enjoy this book at ALL. If I was the author of this book I’d tell myself to get a grip on the real world.”

Heh. And it's even more fun when the reviewer is trashing a book that I, myself, have never been able to love. Or even tolerate.

“In the first 20 pages, Alex and his lackies beat a guy senseless and rob him; they steal a car and trash it, they get into a vicious gang fight; they attack a couple at their home, destroy the husband’s life work (his book, A Clockwork Orange), beat him and his wife senseless, and rape the wife. This really ticked me off.”

Yes, Anthony Burgess's, "A Clockwork Orange".

And:

“While the story did have a great moral to go along with it, it was about dirt! Dirt and migrating. Dirt and migrating and more dirt.” “While the story did have a great moral to go along with it, it was about dirt! Dirt and migrating. Dirt and migrating and more dirt.”

That was "Grapes of Wrath."

I won't spoil any more of them. Go. Read. Giggle.

(And don't miss the, “The book is not readable because of the overuse of adverbs.”)

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(Yes, crossposted on other blog. Sue me.)