What I learned from this book is that pretty much all women are deceitful whores, many of them are also witches, and they should all be put to death. As you can imagine, this message grew tiresome, and eventually, I decided I'd had enough. I only made it to somewhere in the vicinity of Night 20, but the misogyny and racism (most of the women in question cheated with "hideous blackamoor slaves") was just too much. I am often willing to make certain allowances for time and place, but only up to a point, and there better be enough literary value (either in style or the story itself) to make up for it. The style of this one is hard to judge, because it is, of course, a translation. Maybe, if I could read it in the original language, I'd be more enamoured with its stylistic value, but as it was, I didn't find anything particularly stylistically noteworthy in this translation. He did a decent job with the poetry (at least as far as following structural conventions, devising rhyming schemes that work in English, and creating verses that do sound like poetry — can't speak to how they compare to the originals), but even that, sprinkled as liberally through the stories as it was, started to annoy me, as it didn't really add anything to the plot. I'd be lying if I said I didn't start skipping them. The rest of it just didn't do much for me. Maybe if he'd thrown in a paragraph break every once in a while, it would have helped it read easier, too.
I also found the structure itself a bit taxing. The whole thing is your top-layer story, where Shaharazad is telling her stories, but then in her stories, some of the characters also tell lengthy, convoluted stories, and sometimes characters in those stories also tell stories. So keeping track of where you are, and what's going on, and who's telling what was a challenge at times. Especially with that whole lack of paragraph breaks thing, because while each story usually got some sort of header to announce its beginning, the ends could just be lost somewhere in the middle of paragraph. I won't say it was impossible to follow, but it took more mental energy than I would have liked it to to keep everything straight.
Ultimately, though, it really was the misogyny and racism that did it for me. Pretty much every time someone got married, you just knew that sooner or later, he'd find out his wife was sleeping with some "ugly black slave." (It pains me to even have to write that.) And then there were fifty-fifty odds she'd also put some sort of hex on him in revenge for his having killed her lover.
So... yeah. I'm done.