It seems my anime-watching has been put on hold again. I can’t even use that over-used I’m busy excuse because although I am in my final semester in college, my life has been anything but busy. If I have taken a more complicated course, I might as well have used that excuse but sadly, the precious time undeservedly bestowed on me might end up untouched and wasted. Time has been so elusive for some lately and while these time-constrained people would give anything for a couple of minutes of the day, I meanwhile am given more than enough to practically use on. In order not to waste this, I bought a few books (at a good price ;D) to occupy myself with. Reading was a pastime that I was not able to enjoy to a T during my enlightenment period (high school) mostly because of limited resources (poor library) and partly because of a poor will to incessantly compensate for the limited resources. However, with the discovery of a store selling good books at a good price, I resolve to compromise with my pastime.
I purchased three novels: Quinn’s Book by William Kennedy, the classic Around the World in Eighty Days by Jules Verne, and Object of Virtue by Nicholas Nicholson. In this post, I wish to expatiate on Jules Verne’s classic.
We are aware of the impassive British gentleman Phileas Fogg’s circumnavigation of the world so I find no need to provide a summary of it. What I do find rather impeccable in the story is Verne’s subtle hint of wanting to write a romance novel because behind the navigational technicalities is a love story quixotically told. I was struck with the last few paragraphs of the story, if Verne bifurcated it into an adventure and a patent romance novel, he might have pulled it off. So the last paragraphs went like this:
“But what was the point? What had he gained from all this commotion? What had he got out of his journey?
Nothing, comes the reply? Nothing, agreed, were it not for a lovely wife, who — however unlikely it may seem — made him the happiest of men!
In truth, wouldn’t anyone go around the world for less?”
Verne may not have been able to delve too much on the romance but I think he perfectly captured it even if it was only elucidated in the last few chapters. Even without reading the synopsis at the back of the book, one could tell from the start that everything would pertain to that single resplendent outcome. For without Mrs. Aouda’s confession, Mr. Fogg would not have been able to regain the self-respect that he thought he had already lost; it seemed as though Aouda’s existence had always been a primordial factor in his whole expedition.
In the end, love prevailed. It always does.