I've been reading Tom Stoppard's
Rock 'n' Roll for the past four days. Yesterday, I finished at about thirty pages before the end, and then realized, "Wait. Wait. What's going on?"
Not that it was that extreme: I understood the basic plot. It was just everything in-between. So I stopped reading. It was my third attempt. I also own
The Invention of Love. Two attempts: haven't finished it.
I've heard the big "how to" tip: don't try and understand every single word, it's like Shakespeare, you coast on the flow, etc.
Does anyone else have a problem with reading Tom Stoppard? Or am I just mentally hilarious?
"Y'know, I think Bertolt Brecht was rolling in his grave."
-Nellie McKay on the 2006 Broadway production of The Threepenny Opera, in which she played Polly Peachum
Updated On: 12/9/08 at 10:38 AM