This text, like the one before, was also difficult for me to get into. I wanted so badly to love this book at its very first sentence ever since we discovered that the reader becomes a character in the book.
And, I didn't really find a way into the book, I am sad to say. I thought the language was interesting, and it did remind me of other texts as I mentioned in class, but it wasn't until the actual class lectures that I found myself understanding how the text functions as a significant piece of postmodernism.
Again, what I took from this text is its unconventional manner and the way it allowed me to take what I know about plot and narrative and writing and look at it in a new, rather deconstructed way. I find that Nightwood and Winter's Night are like those deconstructed desserts that you can get at hipster restaurants.
All the ingredients are there, and it smells like red velvet cake, but it sure as hell does not look at all like a red velvet cake, but maybe that's just because we're too used to the idea of "should be".