I just started reading Roberto Bolano’s The Savage Detectives, and I love it. But it got me thinking and comparing it to the things I’ve hated reading lately.
My simple point:
I do not hate poor structure in a novel because structure is a choice. And the motives of an author are difficult to determine. But I hate poor writing since that is the result of laziness or ignorance. Either the author does not care, or the author does not know. And both are sad.