I guess its my turn to take the role as class pessimist. Though it was difficult and dense, I truly felt Henry Adams gave so much information and depth to digest that at the end of the novel, I could take a lot away. It also seems many of you enjoy Stein's "stream of conscious" writing style, but to me it really just gets frustrating to read "paintings Cezanne, oh but now ill get to the real point 10 pages later". Yet I still think small parallels can be drawn between Henry Adams and Stein, for instance they both don't consider their top-notch educations too valuable. The intricacies and politics of painters and their paintings get dull; as if I am almost listening to a gossip radio show. But digging through the random dialogue I do enjoy learning about the subtle historic progression and account from realistic art to impressionism/cubism; it is also interesting to see a young Picasso, as most of what you hear about him is a dead famous artist.
Ill try my best to keep an open mind for Stein, but its closing fast. I guess after digesting a dynamic theory of history, pondering on what education really means, and examining why women vs. machinery hold power of man, I can't really find what to REALLY take out of this book- or I guess my basic request is for Stein to explicate what is so great about herself (the oh so humble genius) and Tolkas for me to keep reading?
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