With the news of Omar Sharif’s passing, it dredged up an old, secret shame of mine.
See, now I’m a pretty smart cookie. I read, and have better than bad reading comprehension. I read House of Leaves! I read (most of) Gravity’s Rainbow! I attempted Finnegan’s Wake!
I started reading Dr. Zhivago.... and I couldn’t understand it. So many people, so many Russian names, so many relationships. So I watched the movie instead. But I still tell people I read Dr. Zhivago. I’m sorry.
What are you ashamed of GT? Let it all out- no judgement here.