One of the strangest and most laborious reads of my life, and for disappointingly little reward. While I understand that this book was groundbreakingly important, it now just seemes needlessly obtuse in its attempts to be profound. I took precious little away from nearly two years (!!?) of trudging through just 90 pages of the literary equivalent of neck-deep mud. Over 40 years after its publication, I think it a fair observation that the value of 'Knots' might be in what it has inspired, not in what it is.