The sixty-fourth book: #53 Justine - Marquis de Sade
The 120 Days of Sodom was salacious, sadistic and depraved. The characters were reprehensible, but I at least felt some morbid curiosity in how far it would go. Justine, another libertine work, doesn't always go as far, and tries to condense the horrors. It tries to be a biography as seemed fashionable at the time, but doesn't succeed in making it compelling. It ends up flat and repetitive, without really thrilling this time.
It feels pointless, unnecessary and mostly just boring - these are terrible people, we don't want to know more about them, but there's nothing else that really makes it worth reading. I suspect this was exciting considering the time and contents, but if you're not into the erotica, this isn't a great novel to read.