I love observing other people's reading habits so I've been keeping an eye on threads that have to do with reading for some while, but often I'd get frustrated when I saw somebody was reading a book I had already read or one that I intended to read because I couldn't find out their opinion on it. That's what this thread is for. Just post your thoughts on your most recent reads (try to avoid spoilers or at least warn people of them).
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I've just finished Doris Lessing's The Grass is Singing (published in 1950). I'm usually pretty icky about books set in/about Africa. They somehow tend to be over-emotional. Oh the evil white man. That kind of stuff. I was astonished to see how different Doris Lessing's prose is from that stereotype. For her Africa is a land of brutal alienating beauty and none of its inhabitants feel at home in it. The story is spun around the mental decay of Mary Turner - a city girl, daughter of British colonists who still calls England her Home and who after being pressured by her friends into marrying a poor farmer moves out into the country. Here she lives a solitary life alongside her quiet husband who buries himself in work, never daring to complain of loneliness, but always longing for something to do. However, as the reader follows the book's heroine from unhappy infancy to tragic death, they feel that the cause of her disquiet has little to do with her father, her husband, education or even poverty, but with the African heat itself.
I loved this book because it's so deeply human. Yesterday I finished The Painted Veil which also allured to the Orient's malign mystery and now, looking back on both books, I think they're meant to show us that we're not used to seeing colonists as human beings, they're more like Hitler, abstract entitles, abnormalities, the complete opposite of humanity. We don't like to think ourselves capable of evil. Though The Grass is Singing is not about evil, it's about human nature, humans and nature and the many secret chambers in our hearts.
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I've just finished Doris Lessing's The Grass is Singing (published in 1950). I'm usually pretty icky about books set in/about Africa. They somehow tend to be over-emotional. Oh the evil white man. That kind of stuff. I was astonished to see how different Doris Lessing's prose is from that stereotype. For her Africa is a land of brutal alienating beauty and none of its inhabitants feel at home in it. The story is spun around the mental decay of Mary Turner - a city girl, daughter of British colonists who still calls England her Home and who after being pressured by her friends into marrying a poor farmer moves out into the country. Here she lives a solitary life alongside her quiet husband who buries himself in work, never daring to complain of loneliness, but always longing for something to do. However, as the reader follows the book's heroine from unhappy infancy to tragic death, they feel that the cause of her disquiet has little to do with her father, her husband, education or even poverty, but with the African heat itself.
I loved this book because it's so deeply human. Yesterday I finished The Painted Veil which also allured to the Orient's malign mystery and now, looking back on both books, I think they're meant to show us that we're not used to seeing colonists as human beings, they're more like Hitler, abstract entitles, abnormalities, the complete opposite of humanity. We don't like to think ourselves capable of evil. Though The Grass is Singing is not about evil, it's about human nature, humans and nature and the many secret chambers in our hearts.
January 28th, 2010 at 05:27pm