So, this year, I set out to read more “classics.” I loosely defined a classic book as anything written at least 50ish years ago or earlier, that people liked to talk about/lie about having read, and anything Barnes & Noble sold in their Classics line. (There is something so satisfying about owning a couple dozen of those books. It feels like an achievement without actually having done anything of worth.)
At some point in high school, I managed to stumble upon The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (the movie, not the graphic novels). And thus began my love affair with Sean Connery — and also the Victorian Era. Or, at least, the gritty, semi-steampunk version of it presented by my favorite godawful film.
In addition to delving deep into the filmographies of everyone involved in this movie and losing myself down the Mina/Dorian rabbit hole on fanfiction.net, I made it my mission in life to covertly let everyone know how knowledgable I’d become about the era (and what a cool nerd I was, desperate to discuss LXG). I believe I read The Picture of Dorian Gray first, mostly because I knew the name Oscar Wilde pretty well and I was 112% in love with Stuart Townsend. And then I found Dracula. Continue reading #Classics2016: DRACULA
If things go as anticipated with my upcoming reading schedule, this and my next book in this self-fashioned classics challenge will actually be re-reads. This is my second time reading the Queen of Crime’s And Then There Were None, but I’ve been a big fan of the story since I first saw the 1945 movie version as a child. (I mean, I watched it in the 90s. I wasn’t a child during World War II. I’m not a vampire.) (That’s a hint about the classic I’m reading next.)
Anyhow, once I got a little older and realized movies were sometimes based on books (or, perhaps more accurately, stage plays with much happier endings), I was overjoyed, and I dove into Agatha Christie’s great mystery with abandon.
When I saw the movie adaptation of Thomas Hardy’s first novel, I had to work very hard not to laugh out loud. Maybe I’m just an awful human being, but the tragedy of the story (especially some of the crazy twists leading up to the book’s climax) basically always slipped into melodrama, making me doubt even an incredible actress like Carey Mulligan (who I am a little obsessed with).
But that was about what I’d expected, having read Jude the Obscure once and Tess of the d’Urbervilles one and a half times (once a few years ago, and the half-read a few years before that, while desperately trying to finish a presentation on the book and the Romantic era in literature. Pretty sure none of us read the book and also pretty sure we got an A. Sorry, Mrs. Briody!).
Far from the Madding Crowd is a novel written by Thomas Hardy (no, notthatone; I know, sorry) that follows the romantic (and farm-related) trials and travails of Bathsheba Everdene. Bathsheba is a beautiful, clever young woman who finds herself trying to make sense of the affections of three men: a shepherd she met in her hometown before inheriting her uncle’s farm a few towns over; a crazed older farmer; and a piece of crap with a sword. Continue reading 10 Things Bathsheba Everdene taught me about Valentine’s Day
One of my many New Year’s resolutions in 2016 was to read more classics. Unlike some of the others (go to space, being one of them), I think this one might be attainable!
To kick it off, I dove into Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights. There were two reasons for this. Number one was that the company I work for is publishing a companion novel, of sorts, a really incredible novel called Nelly Dean, which offers the Earnshaws’ long-suffering maid, Nelly, the chance to really gab about the good stuff that was going on out on the moors. You don’t necessarily need to read Wuthering Heights to enjoy Nelly Dean, but this leads me to reason number two… Continue reading #Classics2016: WUTHERING HEIGHTS