A Passage to India

“Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talk that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence.”
Yeah, okay, Forster. SO, WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU?

Tone: Dispassionate.
What could be described as the opposite of Dickensian.
Prose: Soporific. Savagely, sadistically tedious.
Felt an overwhelming urge to skim through the first 150 pages.
Social commentary: Strong.
Kind of awesome.
Story: Mind-numbingly, soul-destroyingly boring.
Might induce the reader to resort to some form of self-harm to rid themselves of the inevitable ennui it triggers.

I did like Professor Godbole, though. He was so very gay.