119/1001 'The Awakening' by Kate Chopin or 'Emma Bovary moves to New Orleans and Makes a Twat of Herself'

So a few months ago I happened to watch a film called 'The Awakening'. It was OK, kinda, it was about some scientific ghost hunter lady going to some creepy school in Scotland and having her parts equally scared and charmed off her by this teacher guy and his ghostly kids. It was sort of like Mythbusters meets 'The Others' with a bit of rape and lust thrown in for good measure. Now I was fairly keen on 'The Others' but was HORRENDOUSLY disappointed by the book it was based on, 'The Turn of the Screw'*. So when I typed 'The Awakening' into Amazon (to see if the DVD had been released) and a book came up I thought "hooray! Chance for a scary read". The when I saw that I could download it to my kindle FOR FREE and that IT WAS LISTED ON THE 1001 I was like ZOMFG! THIS IS MEANT TO BE LADS!

 
Yeah so it turns out that, upon further research, the ghosty film and the book by Ms. Chopin have nothing in common. My bad. Turns out that 'The Awakening' is an early feminist classic, who knew? Well not me evidently. But hey I thought, I like my feminist stuff, I'm up for this, I've never heard of the damn thing but it was evidently important once and after all it is still on the 1001 list.

So this version sees a young society wife and mother fall in love with a young dandy while on holiday. It all starts out as a bit of flirty fun, but then it gets a bit out of hand and the young lad buggers off to Mexico because he knows the whole thing is doomed. Meanwhile the young society wife (known here after as Edna) moves back to New Orleans and proceeds to get more and more fed up with all her society duties, so she decides to jack it all in. She stops doing her little visits and returning letters and holding dinner parties and all those super important things what ladies with rich fellas oughta do. Her husband is all 'WTF' but is convinced by the local doctor that she is just being a silly girl and that it is fine for him to bugger off to New York for a while and send his kids to his mothers because Edna won't do anything silly.

 So surprise surprise, while hubby is away Edna starts fooling around with a local womanizer and generally misbehaving, at least in the eyes of polite society. She shuts up the big fancy family pad and moves into a little house down the road, where lover boy can come round without the neighbors minding. The the guy she fancied on holiday comes back from Mexico, like kisses her once and then promptly runs off again. In response to this Edna travels back to where she met him on holiday and drowns herself.

Honestly I cannot figure this out, I'm just so confused. The silly bint kills herself? Alright her lover boy has buggered off again but really he's done it once before so I'm sure she'll come back. Also she's just managed to get what she wants, she's left her husband, she's carrying on with some Casanova, she has her own house with no kids to bother her, so why does she kill herself? And why did people get so upset about this book giving women 'ideas', it didn't exactly end well for her did it? 'Here you go ladies, leave your husbands, leave your kids and end up drowning yourselves in despair', surely it's more of a cautionary tale!

Up until the suicide bit ruined it all though, I was quite enjoying this book. Chopin communicates this kinda vague despair of women who haven't really been terribly ill treated, but still are a bit fed up with their lot in life quite well. Edna knows she should be happy really, she is well off, attractive, has plenty of servants to help her run her house and her husband is very kind and treats her well, but it doesn't make her happy. I think there is a clear tendency for people (men and women alike) to think that if you don't actually abuse women, and they have more or less the same rights as men, then that's just fine and we should put up with it. It's only when we completely fuck over women (like old Tess of the d'Urbervilles) that we need to get upset. I guess that puts Chopin well ahead of her time really, this general feeling of being dissatisfied with the role society wants you to play rings very true today, when in the west we are, on paper, so close to equality between the sexes, but in much more subtle ways we are so far from it.

Edna is a lot like Madame Bovary, the main difference being she isn't such a bitch. I guess what made this book different from others at the time (in the humble opinion of someone who originally thought it was about Scottish ghosts) is the fact that we are supposed to sympathise with her. Yeah I don't like that she feels the need to cheat on her husband with a lame playboy (why do the women in these kind of books always feel the need to be adulterous?) or that she kills herself (still super pissed off about that) but I do like her, and I do feel sorry for her. I don't feel sorry for Emma Bovary, the book was awesome, but she was an utter cunt.

* I know I know preferring the film to the book is a bibliophile no no, but this is one of the very rare cases where this is justified. 'The Turn of the Screw' is very, very, very boring for a book that is supposed to be about ghosts and creepy kiddies. It's all so vague and poorly described, I'm sure a shadow at a window was enough to make the Victorians soil their pantaloons, but it takes a bit more these days.  

118/1001 'One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest' by Ken Kesey- or 'American Rebellion Books, You're Doing It Right!'

Written during my brief hiatus from 'The House of Book'. I wrote most of this as a draft post, but for some reason never finished it. Well a jolly Sunday afternoon has been spent drinking a mug of tea, stroking the Tabby on my lap, and finishing this baby off. Though I finished this book a couple of months ago, I've really enjoyed going back to it, I guess this is one of the bonuses of a blog!

So, in an attempt to actually increase my 'read' number, which has been languishing at 117 for months now (thanks, Victor Hugo) I picked up 'One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest', a fairly thin (250 pages), well established classic that I already happened to own. A win win right? My only real hesitation was its standing as a American 20th century classic, which anyone who has read my post about 'On The Road' will realize  is not really the sort of book I get along with.

I principally loath the whole 'freedom', 'America is the home of the rebel', 'stick it to the man-ness' of them. I dunno what it is about America and their obsession with their foundation. We British have firmly go over it, and lets face it, when it comes to the final result we were the more injured party! I see no indication that Americans are any more free than anyone else in the western world, in fact the irony of these books seems to be that they feature Americans rebelling against, well, established America! These rebels either come off as whiney bitches (I'm looking at you Holden Caulfield) or pathetic wasters (that would be you Dean Moriarty). These guys really are rebels without causes, 'oh no I live in a prosperous western country where my liberty is not particularly infringed, where education is free (but we have no interest in it) and I have the opportunity to be whatever I want to be'. Poor baba.

Which is exactly why I actually quite liked 'One Flew Over The Cukoo's Nest'. Randle McMurphy, redheaded rebel as he is, has a damn good reason to rebel. Nurse Ratched (great, Dickens type name) is really, really fucking vile. You love to hate her, and you love McMurphy BECAUSE he stands up to all her crap and makes everyone else stand up too.  The guys in the hospital are treated in a pretty shitty way, and as the book goes on this escalates further and further. You love to hate this establishment because it is grossly unfair, and McMurphy is awesome at sticking it to the man.

Boo! Hiss!

Things gradually escalate through the course of the book as McMurphy continues to challange Nurse Ratched's authority and she continually punishes the inmates further and further, and you are dying, dying for a great 'stick it to the man' happy ending. AND IT DOESN'T HAPPEN. The ending (spoiler alert) is totally brutal and ugly and isn't particularly satisfying. But that's awesome because that is life, you cannot always break the system. McMurphy ends up dead, after one of the inmates takes his own life in a most horrific manner, and the nurse, slightly battered, retains her post. There is no grand victory, only a subtle change among the remaining inmates, the glorious revolution McMurphy aims for does not happen, but he at least gets the other guys thinking.

Realistically, most of the people who really make a difference in this world, the Martin Luther Kings' and Gandhi's, don't life to see the fulfillment of the ideas they promote. Their remarkable lives cause ripples with long lasting implications, but they rarely get to live to see the change the promote. McMurphy, though we don't really see it, profoundly changes all the mens lives even though his campaign fails. It's deep. It's real. It kicks all those daft American rebels butts!  

Recent Book Acquisitions of Interest

Well recent is a bit of a stretch I guess, some of these go back to Christmas!

My first book worthy of showing came from my mother. I should explain that since January 1st me and my fella have been trying to lose weight. I know what a cliche right? Losing weight in the new year, how original! But it needed to be done as we are both a little too fond of our food. So far I've lost a stone and a half (21 pounds in American money) and I aim to lose at least that again, maybe, possibly, we'll see.

Anywho she saw this in a bookshop in Colne and thought I needed to have it, and it turned out she was right.  The cover is made out of that old fashioned brown paper than rips and tears so easily compared to modern glossy book jackets. It's wonderful to see this in such great condition.

The blurb inside the dust jacket tells me the book is about a guy going to a fat farm in order to lose weight. The illustrations are adorable, lots of terrifying looking nurses and grumpy looking fat guys eating soup.

This one I include not so much because it's pretty,but because I think it's awesome it exists! This is the area where I live, and I wasn't aware of much in the way of literary connections round about, except for Dickens visiting once, and the Bronte girls going to some hideous, torturous school up the road.

Now I know there really aren't many literary connections with the area, this is a very thin book, but at least what little literary connections there are I can now read about and bore other people with. Yay!

Another one courtesy of my mother, bought presumably because I'm a teacher and I occasionally have to wear one of these silly gowns. True story. What is most remarkable about this one though is that she found it in some remote part of Spain while walking the way of St. James. How on earth did it get there?

 This beaut was found at one of my local charity shops. I have a major weakness for Folio Society publications, and I'll buy them even if they aren't on a topic I'm particularly fond of, or indeed ones I've never heard of like this one. I have an entire bookcase of Folio Society books, they are a joy to read and I make no excuses for my extensive collection. Note the slipcase underneath. Don't ya just love a slipcase?

And don't ya love these illustrations? Come on, you just have to be heartless to throw out a book like this, shame on you whoever donated this baby.

Finally I have the two books bought for me by my fella for Christmas. He is a cruel and evil man, and even though he knows I'm part way through collecting half a dozen new series of pretty books he buys me two more for a new series of pretty books to ensure that I have to start collecting them. As I say cruel and evil.

So here they are, beautiful, leatherbound Barnes and Noble classics. GRRR, they are just too damn beautiful not to collect.

Look at these illustrations? Being beautiful and all. How dare they!

118/1001 'I FINISHED LES MISERABLES' or 'MY GOD READING THAT BOOK SEEMS TO HAVE PREVENTED ME FROM POSTING IN MONTHS!'!!

Firstly I guess I should apologise for not posting on here in a good while. I could say I've had a lot on recently, and I have in truth. I could say that some pretty big things have been going down in my life over the past few months, and that would be a fact. But really I am a very naughty book blogger who is slapping her own wrist very fiercely right now and promises to be better in the future.  

Ladies and Gentlemen, that was my face upon finally finishing that epic book of epicness (its official title on this blog it seems). I don't think I've felt such complete and utter satisfaction at finishing a book as I did this one. Not ever, and I've read some long books in my time let me tell you!

Now don't get me wrong, I didn't dislike Les Mis. Actually I loved the story, the story was awesome, the story was heartbreaking and heartwarming and made me want to throw the book across the room and scream but also hug it close and keep it under my pillow in the space of a couple of lines. It was an emotional roller coaster. It was amazeballs. It had twists and turns coming from nowhere that even a bitter, twisted old plot predictor such as myself didn't see coming. I both wanted to snog Jean Valjean (though that might have been the Hugh Jackman element showing through) and take him in my arms and tell him everything was going to be OK. Cosette was kinda loveable but also kinda bratish and annoying in a way that teenage girls ACTUALLY ARE (trust me, I work with the little madams all day long). The same goes for Marius, both naively idealistic and utterly self important as most young men are. The innkeeper and his family are vile, just vile, in that way that you kinda enjoy, like hating Umbridge in the Harry Potter books. You hate her so much, even more than Voldemort, because of her petty, petty, smug ways, and that is how much you hate Thenardier!

HOWEVER and it's a big HOWEVER, a big fat giant HOWEVER (hence the capitals, hell I'd increase the font size if I could), Victor Hugo cannot stop ruining what is a perfectly good story with his long, boring-ass ramblings about nothing you want to know about! Seriously this guy cannot shut up about really random things that detract totally from the story and which aren't even that interesting in the first place! They vary from 'The Battle of Waterloo', in more detail than most books on the subject, 'The History of some Weird Convent', which despite an interest in religious stuff I almost nodded off during and my personal favorite 'A Complete and Unabridged History of the Parisian Sewer System', all you ever needed to know about where French poo ends up. These 'mini books' appear right in the middle of areas of the story which are actually quite interesting, so to be honest even if they were about anything you cared about, you end up reading them at double quick speed because you just want to get back to the story! But they are never about anything you care about. Never. 

 So why include all of this rubbish? Well I have a theory about old Victor. I can only assume that Monsieur Hugo was terribly fond of his research, as all good authors are, right? Trouble is I think he resented having to spend ages reading up on the Battle of Waterloo say, when it actually only briefly featured in his story. He had to be thorough, he had to do the reading, but all that research just for one measly scene. Nar. Not for Victor. So he has to share it all with the reader, whether they like it or not. Hence why we have a book that is twice as long as it needs to be and puts most people off because of its size. Derp! No wonder there are so many abridged versions out there, and if you want my advice you will read one of them if you ever attempt this story. I'm not normally one for promoting abridged versions of books, I'm a literary purist don't ya know, but I'm more than willing to make an exception here. More than. 

     "Oh alright you got me"

The Film

Yeah I saw it, yeah I liked it, yeah I still think you need to read the book. Do I need to say much more? Before this film I'd never even seen a version of the musical, my entire back history with the whole Les Mis thang came from the book and the book only. Talking to people who LOVE the musical, and many of them came crawling out of the woodwork when the film was showing, I was so disappointed to learn very few of them had read the book. The talked to me as if I didn't really know the story like they did, which was incredibly frustrating and the opposite was true. Thenardier is not a loveable rogue out to make a quick buck, he's a murdering, sadistic psychopath who wants Jean Valjean dead. Eponine is not a tragic heroine, the victim of unrequited love, she is a thieving, teenaged, prostitute with a crush. Worst of all Marius is not a political hero, forever scared by surviving a protest his comrades did not, he only enters the whole barricade thing part way through, only follows that political group to spite his rich but bigoted grandfather and he renounces the whole thing afterwards and regrets his involvement! Saying you've watched the film or the stage production and that you 'know' Victor Hugo is like saying you've watched '10 Things I Hate About You' or 'She's the Man' and that you 'know' Shakespeare. Beyond retarded. 

I'll be posting up a whole load of reviews in the next few days to make up for what I missed over the last couple of months. Watch this space!