Middlemarch by George Eliot

Middlemarch“Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.”

I first read Middlemarch during the summer of    2014 and was mesmerized.  The lives of the inhabitants were painted in detail and somehow came alive until I was part of the community and involved in all their celebrations and struggles.  I finished it in three weeks and then longed to go back.  Well, it’s been over ten years since my last read of it and with some more maturity and the input of others, I was curious as to how I would respond upon my second reading.

Written by Mary Ann Evans, who used the pen name, George Eliot, the novel is set in a fictional English town and follows the lives of a myriad of characters, painting their life stories from a detailed and sympathetic palette.  The book spans the years of 1829 – 1832 which was a particularly turbulent time in British history, as it corresponds to the time of the Reform Act of 1832 and the years leading up to it.  While the novel intersects with social reform, such as the advent of railroads, advances in medical science, and extending voting rights to a lower segment of the working-class population, Eliot does not really delve into the history but simple shows the reader how these changes played a part in village life and community.

Middlemarch

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Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

Brideshead Revisited“When I reached ‘C’ Company lines, which were at the top of the hill, I paused and looked back at the camp, just coming into full view below me through the grey mist of early morning.”

I went into this read with some trepidation.  I had some experience with books set in this time period of the early to mid-1900s and I haven’t found them very edifying:  The Good Soldier, Testament of Youth, The Great Gatsby, etc. There is some sort of depressing pall that seems to have affected the world after the First World War and authors appear to have contracted an especially virulent dose of it.  Nevertheless, I thought I would give Waugh and try and see if he could surprise me.

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The Diary of a Madman by Guy Maupassant

The Diary of a Madman“He was dead—the head of a high tribunal, the upright magistrate whose irreproachable life was a proverb in all the courts of France.”

In The Diary of a Madman, a renowned and respected judge of the highest order dies at the age of eighty-two.  All his life he had dedicated to pursuing the most vicious criminals and to defending the weak and helpless. Defendants trembled because It was as if he could read the minds of those who were to be tried in his court.  At his funeral, soldiers carried his coffin and there were many tears as this respected and venerable magistrate was finally laid to rest.

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The Maiden Without Hands by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm

The Maiden Without Hands “A miller fell slowly but surely into poverty, until finally he had nothing more than his mill and a large apple tree which stood behind it.”

(The 1819 Version)

One day a poor miller met a strange old man who promised him that he would make him wealthy if, in three years he would give the dearest thing to him that was standing behind his mill.  Thinking the odd man was referring to the apple tree, he quickly concurred.

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Love Sonnet XIII by Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda as a young man

Pablo Neruda as a young man
~ source Wikipedia

 

The light that rises from your feet to your hair,
the strength enfolding your delicate form,
are not mother of pearl, not chilly silver:
you are made of bread, a bread the fire adores.

The grain grew high in its harvest of you,
in good time the flour swelled;
as the dough rose, doubling your breasts,
my love was the coal waiting ready in the earth.

Oh, bread your forehead, your legs, your mouth,
bread I devour, born with the morning light,
my love, beacon-flag of the bakeries:

fire taugh you a lesson of the blood;
you learned your holiness from flour,
from bread your language and aroma.

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Why Didn’t They Ask Evans? by Agatha Christie

Why Didn't They Ask Evans?

Why Didn’t They Ask Evans?: “Bobby Jones teed up his ball, gave a short preliminary waggle, took the club back slowly, then brought it down and through with the rapidity of lightning.”

Alternate Title:  The Boomerang Clue

Detective: Lady Frances “Frankie” Derwent & Bobby Jones, childhood friends

Published: September 1934

Length: 351 pages

Setting: Wales & Hampshire

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