Also - I promised: a book post
Aug. 23rd, 2006 08:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kcobwebHey, you go weeks without internet or TV, and you know what? There's lots more time for reading. Huh, go figure. Of course, I didn't keep careful track, so I will only list the ones that I still remember (i.e. made some sort of impression on me).
Seabiscuit, by Laura Hillenbrand. Not at all my sort of book, I would have thought - but I got really into this. She really sucks you in - it's well-paced and just enough description to make things quite vivid. I know absolutely nothing about horseracing, so I couldn't even anticipate that the horse was going to win particular races - just that *eventually* he must win some, or he wouldn't be famous. The people in the book were all fascinating characters - there was an interview with Hillenbrand in the back of the book in which she talked about that being one of the things that drew her into the story in the first place - the owner, the trainer and the jockey all have their stories, and they *lived* for that horse. Lotta fun.
The Mysteries of Udolpho by Mrs. (Ann) Radcliffe. Um, this is basically a trashy novel from the 18th century. And I have been meaning to read it *forever*. (I'm sure![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
saltcod will remember "My lord! my lord! The Helmet! The Helmet!", which is from Castle of Otranto - that was one of the original Gothic novels, and this was one of the first really big successful ones.) The first part is a very draggy travelogue (establishing our heroine and giving her a boring wussy-boy to fall in love with), the middle part *ROCKS* and then it all kind of goes flat and boring for the final third. I would be reading along and chortling madly, and then a few pages later totally caught up in the suspense of it (one time, at a crucial moment of something being revealed, I actually squeaked aloud). It's very uneven - though, to her credit, things like the traditional way we think of "pacing" for novels just hadn't really come into being yet. The Evil Villain is so ineffectual that he actually lets Our Heroine escape without really seeming to notice or care (thereby rendering him much less scary in my opinion), and then the author kills him off off-stage (as it were) a few chapters later. Um, huh? Also, by the end, she gets all wrapped up in these complicated maneuvers to explain all the creepy mysteries from earlier, most of which make no logical sense. Very uneven, but I'm still glad I read it. Definitely good for a few laughs.
Of course, having read that, I had to reread Northanger Abbey, which was completely brilliant in contrast. Now that I know what Austen was making fun of, it's even better. :)
Seabiscuit, by Laura Hillenbrand. Not at all my sort of book, I would have thought - but I got really into this. She really sucks you in - it's well-paced and just enough description to make things quite vivid. I know absolutely nothing about horseracing, so I couldn't even anticipate that the horse was going to win particular races - just that *eventually* he must win some, or he wouldn't be famous. The people in the book were all fascinating characters - there was an interview with Hillenbrand in the back of the book in which she talked about that being one of the things that drew her into the story in the first place - the owner, the trainer and the jockey all have their stories, and they *lived* for that horse. Lotta fun.
The Mysteries of Udolpho by Mrs. (Ann) Radcliffe. Um, this is basically a trashy novel from the 18th century. And I have been meaning to read it *forever*. (I'm sure
saltcod will remember "My lord! my lord! The Helmet! The Helmet!", which is from Castle of Otranto - that was one of the original Gothic novels, and this was one of the first really big successful ones.) The first part is a very draggy travelogue (establishing our heroine and giving her a boring wussy-boy to fall in love with), the middle part *ROCKS* and then it all kind of goes flat and boring for the final third. I would be reading along and chortling madly, and then a few pages later totally caught up in the suspense of it (one time, at a crucial moment of something being revealed, I actually squeaked aloud). It's very uneven - though, to her credit, things like the traditional way we think of "pacing" for novels just hadn't really come into being yet. The Evil Villain is so ineffectual that he actually lets Our Heroine escape without really seeming to notice or care (thereby rendering him much less scary in my opinion), and then the author kills him off off-stage (as it were) a few chapters later. Um, huh? Also, by the end, she gets all wrapped up in these complicated maneuvers to explain all the creepy mysteries from earlier, most of which make no logical sense. Very uneven, but I'm still glad I read it. Definitely good for a few laughs.Of course, having read that, I had to reread Northanger Abbey, which was completely brilliant in contrast. Now that I know what Austen was making fun of, it's even better. :)
