I found it highly enjoyable. This book encourages my desire to read more of Dickens. The depth of the dimensions of characters like Sydney Carton andI found it highly enjoyable. This book encourages my desire to read more of Dickens. The depth of the dimensions of characters like Sydney Carton and Madame Defarge has me thinking about their personas at random points during my life. Quite a splendid read and I can't wait to dive in again!...more
Just like all of my loved ones; James can be frustrating. This book contains big, swampy blocks of text. Sometimes while I was reading; ISOME SPOILERS
Just like all of my loved ones; James can be frustrating. This book contains big, swampy blocks of text. Sometimes while I was reading; I felt like a coal miner trapped in a dimly lit and poorly ventilated shaft. Usually, I did end up finding a bit of gold though, when I was expecting coal.
James is long winded. I found myself muttering, "just wrap it up already." He also writes convoluted sentences. That being said, I love Portrait and plan to re-read it. Miraculously, James engages suspense in the face of a flat and predictable plot line. This is due to the fascinations of human nature and the beauty of the places in which our story is set.
His characters are delightful and filled with mirth. I am rather taken with Ralph. I found Ralph highly amusing and tangible. I was wrought with goosebumps as he lay on his deathbed. During his funeral I was as affected as Isabel but, I was emotionally exhausted because of our confidences the previous evening. When the narrator told me that, "there were tears in Isabel's eyes, but they were not tears that blinded." (537) I checked my window to make sure no one was spying on me.
I was disappointed with the ending. It felt like a cop out to me. But, I would rather take a cop out then a stale scene. Leaving questions unanswered spikes the mystery of a story and allows my imagination to leap but, I would have liked a resolution to the eerily obsequious Pansy. Right now, I am rather frightful at what I believe has become of her. I did not care a hoot for Caspar Goodwood. As far as I'm concerned he should have gone on a search for the wildest harlot the docks have ever known. The rest of the cast said everything they needed to satisfy a thumbs up requirement. And that's all I have to say about that....more
Wow! Firstly, I shall venture to remark upon Charlotte Brontë's novel, Jane Eyre as complete. Ms. Brontë mended every crack in a tremulous plot in the perfect amount of words. She fastened her tale succinctly to my breastplate and she threw in extra adornments for free. J.E., were she alive as the radio is; would proclaim the source of her tale as divinely endowed with talents to chisel and clarify. Unresolved tension manifesting in the form of a confidence forgotten, or a mysterious omission of narrative, regarding at least one major character occurs quite frequently in my choices in fiction. So, you must understand how happy I was when I closed the book like I closed a bill out at my favorite restaurant. Ms. Jane Eyre delighted me with her eye. She had a magic eye that saw through complications into the very nest of particulars. She would have made a wonderful detective. During her rearing and adolescence she withstood glaring hardships to emerge with an ever pure state of mind. She maintained harmony amongst the discord of rejection, injustice, and cruelty. She had the correct measurement of each virtue she possessed, to fly far from her past. She balanced severity with compassion and shrewdness with willpower. I've never felt such a subtle and nuanced fondness for a character. So much so, that I stumble when proclaiming her dimensions. I would allow her to sit by the "hearthstone of my heart" any day of the week. A scene at the home stretch of her tale resonates with me. She speaks with St. John about a prospective union for himself and Miss Oliver. Like other painful subjects, it takes tact and finesse to approach. However, Jane exercises her dynamic candor when she considers the following:
"I could not rest in communication with strong, discreet, and refined minds, whether male or female, 'til I had passed the outworks of conventional reserve, and crossed the threshold of confidence, and won a place by their heart's very hearthstone." (Brontë, 351.)
I am pleased with this novel to no end. I hold it dear and anticipate a second voyage. Parts of the novel moved me severely and I recommend it to anyone who enjoys Victorian literature or a certain flair for sentence composition.