LITERATURE: 100 Years and a Month

Well, I helped start a writers group and now I think I need to form a book club.  Or maybe just mosey on up to the library and join one.  I’m stuck on the rainfall of yellow flowers after the death of Jose, and keep coming back to it.  It’d be neat to hear what others have made of the multitude of meanings in 100 Years of Solitude, although it’s sort of nice just to run off at the mouth and command center stage I suppose, as I expound on my own personal theories.

As Neha has posted her thoughts on the branded Hester as character or symbol of women’s rights on Of Wanderings and Such, I muddle through on my own sans deadline of semester requirements.  Which means, I can take my own sweet time and Lord knows when I’ll move on.  (Two weeks, Neha?  Not bad at all!) 

As a former speedreader, I am almost embarrassed by the slow plodding I tend towards now.  But then, some books just require a bit more thought than others, and I’m learning a new depth of reading that hopefully I’ll become accustomed to implementing with some greater degree of alacrity and skill eventually. 

In the meantime, while I read beyond it, I will still sleep under a blanket of yellow flowers that cover my head with musing.

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2 Responses to LITERATURE: 100 Years and a Month

  1. Neha says:

    Thank ye much. It was wonderful to see a comment from you on that site. The most difficult part is keeping judgment and opinion at bay and within the realms of the context. I’m not entirely sure if I can speak of feminism with regard to the eighteenth or nineteenth centuries. But what’s school without any learning, eh? I can’t believe how much I loved that book.

  2. susan says:

    I read The Scarlet Letter decades ago, and should add it to my growing list of “to be reads.” It would be hard to not include the years of history and changes in society one knows of, even when reading something that was written in a time when these things were unconceived. What we think of as “wrong” or unjust was simply accepted practice in the period of the book, and Hawthorne was obviously pointing this out as well as hope for the future. You can at least smile in the knowledge that things have indeed improved. We can’t judge the past, only watch how it led to the present.

    You’ll be sorry you’ve so graciously allowed me a voice on Wanderings, though your skill and learning has led you far beyond me in thinking!

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