toblerone3
Grrrrr
As far as potentially pretentious 19th century French literature the ultimate has to be A le Recherce De Temps Perdu by Proust. Always wanted to read it but its massive three huge volumes.
I wonder is it worth reading. Was supposed to be quite experimental for its time. Was it stream of conciousness before its time?
Actually just checked its seven volumes and was written between 1909 and 1922 so it doesn't count. Its not stream of conciousness its "involuntary memory" apparently




I'd have to massacre any TV types who tried to adapt it.