Yes, I get it, I like the whole changing narratives, I get that it's postmodern. but in the end, it just got too "dap dap hae".. to the point where i wYes, I get it, I like the whole changing narratives, I get that it's postmodern. but in the end, it just got too "dap dap hae".. to the point where i was sighing out loud the that FREAKING BOOK WASN'T ENDING.
**spoiler alert** this book was a cause of much grief, considering how I didn't know that Caro died in the end.... so i spent a whole spring break wri**spoiler alert** this book was a cause of much grief, considering how I didn't know that Caro died in the end.... so i spent a whole spring break writing an essay with a moot point since SHE DIES... so.... then i had to write a CRAP of an essay in two days to an even WORSE thesis.. boo hoo hoo hoo.
i liked the way hazzard wrote. a lot of people don't. oh well!
I won't pretend to "understand" but honestly, most reviews out there about this book, don't do the book justice... or they overpraise the book.. which seems to further support the point that they did not understand it in the first place....more
I suppose Eugenie is up there as one of my favorite heroines.. in a hesitant manner. She is too innocent, too good,and too naive, and when sheFinished!
I suppose Eugenie is up there as one of my favorite heroines.. in a hesitant manner. She is too innocent, too good,and too naive, and when she learns the ways of the world, she becomes a saint (not actually). Yet, I really like her. I think I just enjoy long-suffering, unrequited, quasi-saintly expressions of 'love'.
Monsieur Grandet is so interesting. so flawed, but so interesting. for me, he is the the exploration of the flaw of avarice carried out to its extremes. ("He displayed liberality in everything that cost nothing" (126); "life is a business transaction" (163).)
paris // effeminacy
"In the innocent, monotonous life of a young girl there comes a day of delight when the sun's rays flood into her heart, when a flower seems to express her thoughts, and when her heartbeats convey their fertile warmth to her brain, so that all her ideas dissolve into a vague longing; it is a day of innocent melancholy and tranquil happiness. When babies begin to see, they smile; when a girl first becomes aware of the feelings of nature, she smiles as she smiled when a baby. If light is the first thing we love in life, is not love the light of the heart?" (54)
"tears are as infectious as laughter can be" (75-76)
"She was as upright as a flower from the depths of the forest is delicate, and she knew nothing of worldly wisdom, neither its specious arguments nor its sophistry" (77)
"'Dear Eugénie, a cousin is better than brother. He can marry you,' said Charles."(126)
"Are you really thinking of me when you see that star, whose beauty and purpose you taught me to appreciate?" (135) ...more
**spoiler alert** i empathize with gatsby. er well, i empathizED with him.
7/13/08 - finished it again for English 132.
I remember how four years ago, I**spoiler alert** i empathize with gatsby. er well, i empathizED with him.
7/13/08 - finished it again for English 132.
I remember how four years ago, I loved this book.
It makes me a little sad now... I can't wait to study it.
"She was in the middle thirties, and faintly stout, but she carried her surplus flesh sensuously as some women can. Her face, above a spotted dress of dark blue crepe-de-chine, contained or facet or gleam of beauty, but there was an immediate perceptible vitality about her as if the nerves of her boy were continually smouldering" (25).
"Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known" (59).
"There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams -- not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart" (95-96).
" "Can't repeat the past?" he cried incredulously "Why of course you can!" "(110).
"He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete" (110-111).
"Through all he said, even through his appalling sentimentality, I was reminded of something--an elusive rhythm, a fragment of lost words, that I had heard somewhere a long time ago. For a moment a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man's, as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air. But they made no sound, and what I ahd almost remembered was uncommunicable forever" (111). BRiLLIANT!
"Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space. With an effort she glanced down at the table. "You always look so cool," she repeated. She had told him that she loved him, and Tom Buchanan saw. He was astounded" (119).
" "Oh, you want too much!" she cried to gAtsby, "I love you now--isn't that enough? I can't help what's past." SHe began to sob helplessly. "I did love him once--but I loved you too." Gatsby's eyes opened and closed. "You loved me too?" he repeated" (132). (ouch)
"But with every word she was drawing further and further into herself, so he gave that up, and only the dead dream fought on as the afternoon slipped away, trying to touch what was no longer tangible, struggling unhappily, undespairingly, toward that lost voice across the room" (134).
"So we beat on, boats against the current, born back ceaselessly into the past" (180)....more