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<\/i> one day” – I finally am. As with most of the “classics” (at least this has been my experience) – I have found that once I just start the thing, I usually can’t put it down. Middlemarch<\/i> is, I am discovering, a page-turner. It happens to be 800 pages long, but that’s no matter. It’s still a page-turner. The character development, the social commentary, the feeling that you are immersed into an entire world … I can’t put it down.<\/p>\nFirst of all, there is no “plot” as of yet – I’m still in the beginning stages where characters are being introduced. However, their struggles and inner-journeys, the conflicts which could arise in the future, are all becoming rather clear at this point. Nothing has happened YET, but you can sense the potential.<\/p>\n
And the writing itself … She’s got flashes of such laser-beam intensity, moments of such psychological clarity, that I feel like everything I have ever written has been shallow and unworthy. Heh. Well, it’s good to have something to strive for. Good to get to know the geniuses!<\/p>\n
For those of you have read the book, here are random thoughts:<\/p>\n
— I absolutely LOVE Fred Vincy, the kind of dissipated cheerful brother of the vain and pretty Rosamond. I LOVE Fred, and I hope that he finds happiness. He seems to deserve it more than anybody else at this point, even though he does sleep until noon, and is … well, frankly … pissing his life away. Still, I love his disposition. He’s my favorite character so far.<\/p>\n
— Mrs. Cadwallader is CRACKING ME UP.<\/p>\n
— Dorothea is, as my father used to say, “cruisin’ for a bruisin’.” By that I mean, nobody can be that idealistic (and priggish) without having a really<\/i> difficult time facing reality. So far reality has not intruded into her pleasant little world, but it will, I am sure. I relate to Dorothea in many many ways. I see myself in her. Maybe that’s why I’m, at this point, so impatient with her.<\/p>\n
— I love the Vicar who plays cards and billiards for money, and who studies insects and flowers in his spare time. I can’t remember his name at the moment.<\/p>\n
— Oh, and I also love the plain girl Mary Garth. Fascinating character so far. I see quite a bit of myself in her, as well.<\/p>\n
I’ll post a couple excerpts momentarily. I am finding the entire reading experience of this book to be completely DEE-LISH.<\/p>\n
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