I still haven’t shaken the habit of reading and reading and reading…then chilling back for a few days and soaking it all in. I can’t help it. Of course, if one is a freelancer, it’s just a fact of life that some days are twenty times busier than others. But there are also some days that are meant for reading, a night that is all to myself and I can really fixate on these characters. Other nights my mind wanders, and I end up plodding along without absorbing anything.
Reading in chunks happens also because of Lessing’s writing style. It is not episodic in the traditional sense, even as the writing style shifts constantly. The situations are long and layered; it’s hard to earmark a page because it feels like you’re cutting Doris off in the middle of a sentence. I’m more than 200 pages in and it’s still difficult to see the bigger picture…I’ll check in next week to see if it becomes clearer.