I didn’t enjoy it the first time I read it and I didn’t enjoy it this time. But I did appreciate it more. The fine writing alone was clearly not enough for me. With context, however, I was able to become more involved in Marlowe’s tale of depravity in The Congo.
It’s a short story really – a mere 100 pages in my edition – and it should not be longer. I am pleased that much of Marlowe’s journey is condensed, allowing us never to feel far from the presence of Kurtz.