Another item from the long list of assigned reading, My Antonia is text #2 from my Literature of the Wild West class. Thus far, we've had plenty of the west and very little of the wild. I won't deny that Cather is a very skilled writer. Her prose is nothing short of textual beauty at times. However... I'm more than halfway through the novel and I'm still waiting for something to happen. Even Dickens isn't this slow. Coming off of Ramona, it feels like I've been slogging through Antonia for an eternity, wallowing in a morass of overestimated, canonical literature.