I really love fantastical adventures like Spenser writes. Literally anything that involves those classic tropes is good. I’m a sucker for cheesy writing. But man, if I haven’t been more lost in reading The Faerie Queene. It’s one of those things that I always think I’ll like because I love patterns and poetry is nothing but patterns, but for whatever reason my dumb-dumb brain just drags its heels. I can’t tell you how many times I get distracted by a rhyme pattern because one of the rhymes is a sight-rhyme and it just throws me completely off when it doesn’t rhyme. A vicious cycle, for sure.
It’s an interesting reflection in itself, though. If Faerie Queene were written in prose, I think that it would take a very different turn. Maybe long boring scenes would be shortened, to cut back on the poetic language and move the plot forward. It also feels like things just happen without warning sometimes because you’re distracted by long-winded descriptions of random stuff. It’s a double-edged sword because I like the borderline silly adventure everyone’s going on and the characters are just weird enough for my tastes, but everything else is like wading through mud to get to it.