Couldn't finish reading Death in Spring, sorry

I thought I would finish reading Merce Rodoredo's Death in Spring (1986) - it's only 150 pp. - but finally I could not bring myself to slog through the last 40 or so pages. Your tolerance for this novel will depend on your interest in hearing the narrative line of someone else's nightmare. There's some great imagery throughout, some haunting and rather ghastly ideas (stuffing the mouths of the dead w/ cement, men whose faces have been obliterated, a prisoner encaged for life and ordered to neigh like a horse) but these do not hold up well over even a relatively short narrative span. There needs to be at least some semblance of a plot: a character (the narrator?) need to have some objective, needs to face and overcome (or not) some obstacle. We have to be able to identify w/ at least one of the characters. This novel just meanders, as if MR is spinning the tale as she goes along. I wondered throughout whether this would make a good horror movie; perhaps it would, as it would be scary to see how a team would envision some of the more terrifying moments and concepts of this work, but it would be quite some task: Aside from the need to overhaul the narrative line to give it a shape or an arc, there'd also be the problem of dialog - none of which sounds remotely realistic in any of this novel (long, repetitious harangues about esoterica: Man should be able to choose his death, not only his life, and so forth). This book is an experiment gone awry, a curiosity, worth a look for true fans of horror fiction, but hardly accessible to most readers.