I picked up Walter M. Miller Jr.’s Saint Leibowitz and the Wild Horse Woman the other day, really anticipating an excellent novel along the lines of his enormously influential A Canticle for Leibowitz some 40 years ago.
A hundred pages in, after assorted buggeries in a monastery, other nastiness with priests breaking vows, etc. and just a generally bad, uninteresting story and characters, I dropped it.
What a waste, after such a good book!
[ update ]
Too wierd. As of tonight (March 18, 2005) this blog entry is the number one Google result for the word “unimpressive.”.