The Melancholy of Resistance is, at least for me, an example how the execution of a plot can ruin a lot of things. On the surface this story’s main idea is dazzling. An allegorical tale about a circus that sets up in a tiny Hungarian village. At first the villagers (all are screw ups in their own way) panic and think that there’s some evil plan behind this circus and later on this is actually correct. By the end the villagers wage a war.
However in reality the reader is treated to extremely long sentences and numerous digressions. When I finished the book I felt exhausted and annoyed at myself for not liking the book and the writing style.
Ah well.
The Bobsphere 