Dude. I just read "The Fall of the House of Usher", it was bizarre. Obviously that's sort of the point, but I do believe that I won't ever "get" fantastic literature. Reading "The Castle of Otranto" was a complete failure as well, though Poe is obviously far more interesting. When my brothers bury me alive I'll make sure to come back and kill them, too...
It's a sad thing that I'm getting more and more impatient with literature, or maybe I've just had bad luck with books recently? I'm so easily bored with many of them, André Gide's was the first one in months that I truly and utterly enjoyed.
For example, the Norwegian novel I'm currently reading, "Tatt av kvinnen" by Erlend Loe, is so strange that I'm not entirely sure if it's good or bad. Maybe my Norwegian is simply not good enough for me to enjoy the sarcasm which, according to the reviews, is its main quality, or maybe I just don't have the right sense of humour. Ah well, at least I get to polish my slightly rusty Norwegian skills. Det er jo fint.
Nevertheless, I'd love to get my hands on something that'll really take a hold on me, another Sebald maybe, another Forster. Is that too much to ask?