In this edition, the novel itself takes up only 143 pages. The rest is apparatus, excerpts of discarded text, and a lot of other editorial mumbo-jumbo. However, there is one big thing missing from this edition, and that is T. S. Eliot's preface. I have read only the first chapter, but I don't think I'm going to appreciate the remaining chapters either.
I managed to plow my way through this truly awful book, but I couldn't make myself read more than a chapter a day. It was just pointless. There was no story, none of the characters were even remotely interesting, nor did they have anything memorable to say.
There are certain books I have just not been able to appreciate: IF ON A WINTER'S NIGHT, A TRAVELER (Calvino), THE MAN WITHOUT QUALITIES (Musil), all of Rabelais. It's probably a missing gene, one I'm glad I haven't got.