So, Gertrude Stein. Simply, but, I'm not a fan. While her collection of poems were good and though provoking, I couldn't help but be frustrated reading them. To my (very much untrained) eyes, they were a jumble of words, thrown together. Then again, maybe it's like a soup. When looked at separately, carrots and potatoes and beef don't really act alone, but when thrown in a pot with broth, we can something fantastic.
That being said, I still fail to taste anything but mush. It's not that Stein is a bad writer, I'm not saying that at all. I'm merely saying she's not the kind of writing I like to read. Her words seem to stack on top of one other until I can't remember which ones make up the base.
Some people may love Stein, however I am not one of them.
