I’ve had this copy of Ragtime on my shelf, waiting to be read, for about fifteen years. I know it’s considered one of the greatest books of the 20th century and many people love it, and while I didn’t hate it, I kept waiting for something that would tie all of the characters (real life and otherwise) and all of the things that happen, together somehow. There’s a lot in there, I’m just not sure of the point of some of it. There’s also a scene with a flailing penis in one of the first chapters, and a few other such things, where I was like yup, this was written by a man. So, I’m glad I finally read it, but it’s not a book that will remain on my overcrowded shelves.