Barnes, Nightwood

1936

I’m probably one of the only people who brings up Nightwood when we’re trying to figure out what our weekend plans are. I just really liked how the main character would leave the house for weeks at a time and end up in a different city. Sometimes, after a long work week, you really feel like that. So cooped up in your life, you just want to wander off. I mean that in a very healthy, not weird way.

I thought this book was going to be really dull because I don’t really like Modernism all that much. T.S. Eliot was really involved in the publication of this book, which was another red flag. I’m not here to talk smack about T.S. Eliot, but he wasn’t making poetry that was particularly fun to read, and I thought Barnes was going to be just like that.

The book really stuck with me though.