A review by annyway47
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage by Lord Byron

3.0

WHAT I GOT FROM THIS BOOK

Apparently, privileged young people have always thought themselves so special they could not possibly fit into society, hence the pose of a distant critical observer, bored and disenchanted. They have always felt tortured by doing absolutely nothing, and when this terrible pain could be tolerated no longer, they took to traveling and blogging about it.

This was written in 1812 but honestly, I see it on Instagram every day.

WHAT I DIDN'T GET

Reading Childe Harold's Pilgrimage revealed my appalling lack of education. I didn't get most of the references and comparisons he made, including, but not limited to:
- places (Biscay, Tagus, Mafra, Guadiana, Corinth)
- people (Cava, Thrasybulus, Lochiel, Torquato)
- nationalities (can't be bothered to look for examples)

Hence, a lot of this poetry went right past me. Of course, I was bored, because I couldn't understand half of what I was reading.

What was left was a bunch of near hysterical verses full of fighting and partying, exultation and despair. Really, I wanted to ask Byron to chill, the dude's really intense.

CONCLUSION