the final summing up hath begun ... now what you would find where i can grab it to put myself to sleep reading which is a great favorite thing of mine to do, and here is the word then Aspects of The Novel, Vanity Fair, Harriet The Spy, Cotillion and the one about plays being able to put together whole troupes of players...
and the all work equally as well for me, one does find oneself then consulting the other Library which consists of The Letters of Jane Austen (a selection), Books & Characters, a box of Cornell and the sequel to Appomattox and plays of Chekov , not including the farces sadly
and those are pocket versions and should probably be protected from the steam which tends to belong to the southwest arising as it does from the precipitants smh
okay enough of this?
well outside of this there is a lot of the reading that gets done of what screenwriters are producing, some of it is just not good at all, but even that is entertaining, and lordy who am i kidding, there are people that are lapping that shit up for lunch
about Vanity Fair this time, i am starting out slowly and that for no apparent reason except that it all seems to be moving much faster than usual and our dear friend in the club who is about to give up reading the book, makes up begin somewhere besides a school, at some other phase of her career and what she has been doing would just be past praying for, so you see when he proposes marriage she is swept off her feet and when the baron himself proposes then she sees being that close, just that close to being My Lady and all it implied and she being a good natured girl made the best of her Captain and he loved her to distraction, he trusted her judgment with unswerving loyalty and admiration
and the devotion of all Emmy's friends to her and the odd long Life she lives with her parents and scrimping and saving for her son until poverty gets them better of them and her father-in-law takes her child into his household and how she is courted by all the eligible bachelors and how their bestfriend continually does a good turn after another for the schoolboy he had defended honorably and earned his classmates respect
they keep doing that, this is the whistling that she does i think more than anything, it is the way that he writes the girls into the story without ever following the lords of creation so closely, not so interesting to the Reader then, and now, it is all leading up to Waterloo
no i can't let myself get away with that, i have to actually remember exactly what bothered me and it had to do with the life that Rebecca had compared to Amelia, so much implied, so very much absolutely unknown... certainly much easier to be quite certain that Amelia is artless and that makes her pretty
it is the sentence that sits at the middle of the book, before and after the battle of Waterloo
meanwhile back at the home of the crazy republican rich aunt who lives alone in some fashionable neighborhood. i should know this... so many threads he keeps picking up and making his puppets dance, it's not just the girls, he is relentless towards them all
and i read the bit about the novel by Julian Barnes and it got me thinking of the things he started doing with Flaubert's Parrot, exposing the tourists and the perpetrators of the trade for fame, and this this passion for history that seems to have been left behind on the eastern shores of the Atlantic, if only they had left the Africans there as well, if somehow they could have paid the Americans a good solid wage to work together for The Land
there's a pipe dream
and the book of books changes ... The Prophet by Khalil Gibran is very well done. One senses a wisdom in the translation that makes one long to read it under the enlightenment of the voice.
