For me it's Shogun by James Clavell. Nothing wrong with the book per se, and when I have a crack at it I always enjoy it. The problem is with my memory. The dialogue in that book starts out as just having a few japanese phrases, along with a translation. As you progress, the japanese becomes more and more prevalant, to the point where nearly all conversations are in japanese, and he assumes you can remember the translations. Unfortunatley for me, I always get distracted and/or drunk, and end up not picking it up for a while. This leads to me having no clue whatsoever what the dialogue is about, so I give up.
Next time I try it, I'm keeping a notepad by me, and writing down every translation!
There's this old big (huge) brazilian writer named Machado de Assis. He's among the top 3 of any list of the top 3 brazilian writers of all time. No ecxeption! Many put him among James Joyce, Oscar Wilde, Leon Tolstói and what not.
I can't stand his work. It's just awful to me. Garbage. Undiluted shit.
And now I'm gonna pray for no brazilian fan to read this or there will be a price for my head in two seconds...
PRIDE AND PREJUDICE by Austen... could never stand the ardent trees...
To this day, I have yet to finish anything by Virginia Woolf, and I plan to keep it that way.
I keep telling myself that if I master HTML i'll be able to read Kenji Siratori's BLOOD ELECTRIC, but somehow, I doubt it. Every few years I take another look, and... go to cry for a bit.
For some reason, I am absolutely unable to actually finish Titus Groan by Mervyn Peake. It's not that I don't want to; it's just that I keep trying to read it and not making it very far, then getting distracted by something else.
I had to give up on Things that Never Happen by M John Harrison. I don't know if I'm just thick, but it seemed to me it should've been called Nothing Happens... Mind you, I've read a few of his books and I'm always left feeling I've missed something fundamental.
For the person who found Gaiman difficult, I have some sympathy. I read Anansi Boys and really don't understand why it got so much positive coverage. Then I read Neverwhere, which was OK and finally my sister got me his short story collection, Smoke and Mirrors, and that pretty much bored me. I had to skip the final story because it was too long to just quickly finish off.