The Collector

Good God. I'm reading The Collector by John Fowles. I've been meaning to reread it for years, but didn't have a copy, and I found one at an excellent used bookstore (McKeown's on Tchoupitoulas) yesterday. Last time I read this book I was about 16, and while I realized then that Miranda was a complete upper-class prig even though she was trying so hard not to be, I thought the things she said about politics, art, and society were basically Right and True. Now I wouldn't mind locking her in a room myself if it'd make her shut the hell up. It's a good book, but it's kind of like reading about Myrna Minkoff as a kidnap victim.