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Jun. 12th, 2007 01:59 pmThe Italian: or the Confessional of the Black Penitents by Ann Radcliffe. This is another of the Austen "horrid novels", which I have decided to read. I have been reading this at night - slowly, just a chapter or two at a time - and I'm *finally* done. This was, um, slow going. Nothing happens for the first 60 pages, and then little bursts of action alternating with more of nothing-happens. I didn't care too much about the characters, who were basically blank slates. Radcliffe did have several figures here who were basically stolen straight outta Shakespeare - the garrulous peasant/servant who is trying to be helpful, but instead rambles for a page instead of telling you the time-sensitive information he's got? Yeah. Shakespeare did it better. Oh, and I did totally guess the Mysterious Seekrit Identity of a particular character who had no reason to be there other than that she would really turn out to be Our Fair Heroine's Long-Lost Mother. (There, now I've spoiled it for you if you read it. Sorry.)
Time to give myself a little break before charging back into the next one of these. :) Fortunately, the rest on the list are written by folks other than Radcliffe - I think I'm a little Radcliffed out right now.
Time to give myself a little break before charging back into the next one of these. :) Fortunately, the rest on the list are written by folks other than Radcliffe - I think I'm a little Radcliffed out right now.