Quoting and musing on Watching the Tree

I truly appreciate discovering worthwhile authors and coming across more of their works along the way. With Adeline Yen Mah, it started with Chinese Cinderella, then Falling Leaves, and finally, Watching the Tree. The quotes I’m going to share here are from the last one.

“The hardest part is having something to write about what succeeds in drawing words from your inner mind – that is very important, as one can always think of subjects, but they have to matter in that peculiar way that produces words and some kind of development of thought or theme, or else there’s no poem either in thought or words.”

“Writing has obliged me to spend long hours searching for those voices which we never hear except when our inner self is at peace and everything else is suspended.”

“I read somewhere that great art lies paradoxically in what the painter chooses to leave out as much as in what he elects to put in.”

I’ve always been frustrated by my utter lack of drive to write because ideas just seem to elude me. So I turn to books in the hopes that an idea might lodge itself in my brain and send me on a writing spree that would result to a best-seller and me quitting my job and going on book-signing tours. Unfortunately, that hasn’t happened yet. What I find is something even better – I get affirmations of my frustrations.

“The older I get, the more I appreciate the importance of attitude on our understanding and enjoyment of life.”

“In the long run, what we think does matter. In fact, every idea we profess, and every action we undertake influences the formation of our own character… At the end of the day, a person’s character is made or unmade by the intentions behind her behavior.”

“For so many years I have put spiritual issues aside, in the hope of a miraculous and sudden enlightenment from I know not whom. Goals and horizons undergo significant transformation as we progress along the journey of life.”

” ‘The lessons of silence are peerless and are unmatched by anything else under Heaven’ … At that moment, I felt the overwhelming presence of God and knew that He was there: in the silence.”

Have you read any of Adeline Yen Mah’s books? If you haven’t, please you really have to. You’d be amazed by her incredible life story of resilience and fortitude.


What could have been

A few weeks ago, I was musing on whether there was such a condition as reader’s block and whether it afflicts as many readers as I assumed. A few passed-up books and empty sentences later, I looked it up and found that indeed such a condition exists! Who knew? I can be a little outdated at times.

So I found this site that somehow enlightened me on my predicament and there was one point that stood out among the rest – one that I am bound to do should I find myself in this dreadful state again – and it was this – read an old favorite.

Of course, favorite doesn’t just mean favorite book alone although resorting to Pride and Prejudice is greatly enticing. No, I’m afraid it was too soon to be exploring Pemberley again (I had only visited it shortly before Christmas). So I thought, why not explore another Austen abode that is slightly less visited? Brilliant idea. I had recently bought an Oxford edition of Northanger Abbey with the surprising additions of Austen’s lesser known works, Lady Susan, The Watsons, and Sanditon, so what better way to dodge this block than by being entertained by dear Jane herself?

It’s never a bad time for Austen.

It had been a few years since I first and last read Northanger Abbey, so reading it again seemed a bit like reading it for the first time. There were moments in the story that I don’t remember from my first reading (Henry Tilney having himself introduced to Catherine through the Master of Ceremonies) and there were moments that I dreaded coming upon because of what they would entail (Catherine’s insistence on exploring the late Mrs. Tilney’s bedroom). On this second perusal, I found that I hadn’t really thought of Catherine as a heroine as I ought. I must have unconsciously set up Elizabeth Bennet as the ultimate standard which other Austen heroines failed to live up to. I remember dismissing Fanny Price like this when after some deliberation, I realized that she wasn’t so bad after all. And so it is with Catherine Morland. Indeed, my seventeen-year-old self would have related more to her than my twenty-year-old self (or even my present twenty-seven-year-old self!) would have to Elizabeth.

Anyway, I intended to write more about her other works so on to them.

Lady Susan is a short novel written as a series of correspondence among the main characters. Used to Austen’s lively protagonists, I expected Lady Susan to be the same. Er … Well, she is lively in her own right but completely different than what we expect of her usual heroines. I was personally scandalized by her behavior all throughout the novel and I was in disbelief at Reginald de Courcy’s complete gullibility despite his initial prejudices. Oh the things that beauty could do. I was reminded by a passage from Agnes Grey:

We are naturally disposed to love what gives us pleasure, and what more pleasing than a beautiful face – when we know no harm of the possessor at least?

The Watsons, on the other hand, was treading on familiar ground. It’s about an impoverished family figuring out how to rise above their poverty. Our main heroine is Emma Watson, pretty, compassionate, who apparently has caught the eye of some of her neighborhood’s eligible men. I was starting to really like her but – alas – Austen didn’t think it good enough to finish. So I, along with her countless fans throughout the ages, am left wondering what could have happened.

The same goes for Sanditon. I was a little confused at first as to who the main character really was and just when I was introduced to a really interesting character, it just had to end abruptly.

Sad, really. Plenty of times I wish Jane Austen didn’t have to die so young. Think of all the stories that might have continued to entertain us today. Of the fanbase she has unknowingly created with her six most popular novels, just think of how delighted that fanbase would even be if Emma Watson and Charlotte Heywood joined the ranks of Elizabeth Bennett, Catherine Morland, Anne Elliot, and the rest.

Day 28 of love

And so we have come to the last day of February which also ends my series of literary love quotes.

This blog may be quiet again for a while so until then, here’s a little something from no one less than Ms. Nina George.

Much love to you all!

Day 27 of love

I have noticed that tenacity of hope is a recurring theme in most of these posts. It only proves that hope and love go side by side.

Day 26 of love

I can’t stress enough how great a book Purple Hibiscus is. The first time I finished it, I knew it would be one of those books I’d go back to again and again.

Day 25 of love

And here’s Ms. Agnes Grey, unshaken in her love for Mr. Weston.

Day 24 of love

Here’s Mr. Edward Weston, an underrated classic gentleman, in proclaiming his firm and ardent affection for Ms. Agnes Grey.