Remembrance of Things Past by Marcel Proust
I give. I'll try to read this again someday, but I have neither the stamina nor the interest in hawthorn blossoms to continue. Proust's descriptions are evocative, and the character of the great aunt is well drawn, but 107 pages into Swann's Way I have yet to find a story. And call me lowbrow, but I need a story. I need for something to happen. I thought at a couple of points I glimpsed one, but then the thread was lost. So I'm putting this back on the shelf.