I am a glutton for punishment.

I had originally set out to read Dante’s Inferno as it’s on my list of books I never read in high school. Since I was able to pick up a free copy of the entire Divine Comedy on Amazon, I figured may as well read the whole damned thing.

Regardless of how the world has interpreted this work, or how important my English teacher thought it was, I thought it was a completely mind-numbing.

Funny thing is, I used to refer to Dante’s Inferno as one of my favorite books. Even though I had never even finished reading it. Because I thought it was deep or some shit like that. Silly, silly teen.

The only redeeming quality of the whole ordeal is that I thought the layout of the triptych’s chapters, err, cantos. They were very consistent in length and that did make things a bit more enjoyable. I absolutely hate reading things that have chapters lengths that are all over the map.

Maybe it would have been a better read for me if I were reading it in Italian. That said, I have to imagine that the line “and he had made a trumpet of his rump” is pretty much perfect in any language.