With someone, maybe you. It was everything, in my opinion, that a postmodern (post-Dickens/Tolstoy/Austen) novel should be, even though most of them are instead gibberish. No one ever needed a second reading to grasp Pride and Prejudice. No one ever wanted a second reading to grasp Ulysses. I've watched modern literature devolve -- hey this turning into a rant, who is surprised -- into postmodernism and nonsense but Mitchell and Chabon and a handful of others continue to prove it's possible to weave storytelling and modernism into literature. I'll never abandon the classics but these guys have found a sweet spot.
Also thought the movie did the best it could with a difficult task.