Vanity Fair is turning out to be promising (nothing less from a classic, of course), and I’m once again resisting the urge to pick up my orange highlighter and make horizontal marks on its wise passages.
Let me share one:
“The world is a looking-glass, and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face. Frown at it, and it will in turn look sourly upon you; laugh at it and with it, and it is a jolly, kind companion; and so let all young persons take their choice.”
I’m currently on the third chapter and I still couldn’t get over what Rebecca Sharp did in the first one. If you must know, while there seemed to be no friends fussing over her departure from Chiswick Mall, there was actually one who had the sincerest intents for her goodwill and that was Miss Jemima. You see, this kindhearted lady took the effort of sending her off with a dictionary and while Miss Jemima assumed Miss Sharp would accept it with heartfelt gratitude, the latter heartlessly threw it off as the carriage was leaving the gates of their school. I was so surprised about this, years of reading Austen did not prepare me for such conduct.
Early on, Rebecca Sharp is indeed the antithesis of all of Austen’s heroines.
I’m proud to say I’ve finally read Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights.
I have to admit, it didn’t start off very interesting but because of my respect for the title, I read on and wow, I found myself incapable of stopping. Its unconventionality was rather surprising that it was fun to witness the characters’ distress. After all the drama, however, I found myself asking if I really did enjoy Wuthering Heights. Did I actually finish it because I was genuinely interested in it or was it because I have a great respect for classic titles? My friend had asked me that question a while back, too but I didn’t give her a solid answer. Maybe reading it again in a few years could help me admire it more.
I’m in a phase of my life where I’m trying to discover the vastness of the world and the people in it; I know seeking it through literature is not as convincing as it is in real life but I quite agree with Jo March that reality is unmanageable. Though it may be based on real life, literature in a way, tweaks it a bit to make it more appealing to readers … doesn’t it? (I would really appreciate an argument on this c:). Reality mixed with fictional drama is more bearable than reality itself — at least for me. I’m convincing myself that if I’m exposed to various personalities and events in literature, I might not be completely surprised if I would ever encounter them in real life.
In the span of three long years, I was able to read Austen’s six completed novels and now that it’s over, I kind of regret shunning her once. I miss the eligible gentlemen, the lovely ladies, the lavish balls, the grandiose appearances, and the like. I miss Austen. Reading her again will only make me long for more of her social satires.
Sure there may be novels with ladies who are just as charming as Elizabeth or Emma and gentlemen who are as noble as Darcy or Knightley but let’s face it, no one does it better than Austen. I recently purchased William Makepeace Thackeray’s Vanity Fair with high hopes that I might rekindle the joy of reading social satires but since there is no hero in this story, I sort of miss the romantic gratifications, as well.
How I wish Austen wrote more. That would have made some of us happy.
Is The Sound and the Fury more readable than As I Lay Dying? Would reading the former put William Faulkner in my most-honored-authors list? I hope so. I want to like Faulkner so bad but I feel like I won’t be able to finish his most profound work since I haven’t even resumed on As I Lay Dying in six months!
Anyway … on to the first novel I finished for the year 2014 — Neil Gaiman’s Neverwhere. I’ve been a fan of Gaiman since reading American Gods (this I did about four years ago) and it was only on December last year that I got my hands on another one of his works. I won’t go on about its plot, I was never fond of giving summaries and all. I’m just here to dote on some of the characters. I initially thought Door (such a beautiful name, don’t you think? I want to nickname my child after her) was just another helpless soul cast about in the world but her ability and cunning intrigued me immensely. Her image in my head was never as distinct as Richard’s (I was honestly picturing James McAvoy all the while, more on that later), I imagined her looking like, with her short red hair and all, Leeloo from The Fifth Element wearing the animated Anya’s (Anastasia) tattered brown coat. I know it’s poorly imagined, I admit that but my imagination has not been functioning well lately.
And Richard. Richard Mayhew. Dick. Yes, like I said, I was imagining McAvoy all the while and I was even more surprised to find that that gorgeous actor actually voiced him in the radio drama adaptation! Can’t wait to listen to that! >.<
Croup and Vandemar were really good in sending chills down my spine, I couldn’t help but feel apprehensive every time I’m on their page. It seemed as though they couldn’t live a day without cutting off somebody’s fingers and that creeped me a lot. I imagined Croup with the Cheshire cat’s voice and Vandemar with Lurch’s (Addams Family).
The one that gripped me most was actually Islington, the way he was introduced was just so beautifully written that I didn’t assume anything evil about it. When he spoke, I heard Orlando Bloom’s voice all over but on checking out the cast of the radio drama, I died.
You can read a story to me anytime, Islington. :3
Okay, that wasn’t so insightful but then again, my posts were never insightful. Cheers to Neverwhere!