Showing posts with label literature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label literature. Show all posts

More on "Greatness"

>> Saturday, August 7, 2010

Yes, this is another topic I've discussed before but my good friend, The Mother, pointed out a pertinent article so I had to jump in with it. In this case, the article is all about six great novels that were originally hated. Now, I discussed earlier how hard it was to determine what is/was great when something first comes out. This article brings that view into focus.

What amazed me, however, is that I literally didn't like a one of them. Now, I know people who like one or the other of them, so I'm not saying they're not great. I'm saying they didn't speak to me (The best thing that ever happened to Tolkien, in my opinion, was Peter Jackson, but that's just my opinion). but that sparked a few other trains of thought. One of which falls from my much earlier assertion that "classic" is largely determined by time. But, it occurs to me not every book survives through time because it touches people even today, that is says something timeless.

Some books are classics largely because they mark changes in the written word, set precedents, demonstrate key qualities in the written word, or even effect social change. Beowulf, for example, is unlikely to speak to the average student. What makes it worth teaching in school, (which is probably why it is still in print) is that it is one of the earliest examples of a story documented in English or a form of it. Chaucer also set a precedent, and though I can intellectually get into what makes it worth examining, it doesn't touch me.

Some books or stories are firsts in some arena or another. Some make tremendous use of language, set a new trend, typify a movement, or changed the kind of characters we, the readers, would accept. Some challenged social mores or prejudices. Some brought social disgraces to the light of day.

Now let me be clear. There are many classics taught in school that can still touch today's audiences, that are timeless, even if they do one or more of the things that I alluded to in the previous two paragraphs. Poe, for instance, comes to mind. Or Washing Irving. Or Shakespeare. But there are, in my opinion, some works that probably would have wandered off into obscurity if they hadn't demonstrated some teachable thing or another.

Having said that, there are a number of classics that don't disappear because, generation after generation, people find themselves compelled by the original works, even though they don't do any of the things that would make them key elements in academia. They have stories or flights of imagination or characters that speak to people generation after generation, even if the original audience thought little of them, even if the writing will never be "classic". Even if they're full of flaws.

Wuthering Heights comes to mind. I'd hate to have to teach the novel. It's full of unlikable characters, less than stellar writing and improbable action. I read it a dozen times growing up and I have it on my ereader so I can read it again when ever I want because, though the characters are unlikeable, they are compelling. The book is up to its eyeballs in passion and emotion and, if you get caught up in it, it can wring you out.

A dozen other examples come to mind like Jane Austen or H. G. Wells or Edgar Rice Burroughs or Arthur Conan Doyle or Collette Or Dorothy Sayers or, yes, Georgette Heyer.. Stories and works where characters touch us, or our imagination takes flight or we see things in different ways. Sometimes we're amused. Sometimes we're touched. Sometimes, our minds are intrigued and forced to think about things differently. Different fans of the same book can often find different reasons for being compelled.

Frequently, these are the books we return to over and over again. Interestingly enough, these are also the books that are least likely to die, even if curriculums change or better examples come into place. Why? Because they are introduced to the next generations not by teachers as books required for school, but by people who love them as the reasons they love to read.

In my opinion.

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Answers for Yesterday

>> Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Most did better on the classics than on the others. Here are the few remaining answers for those that missed 'em.

  1. Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll.
  2. The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas.
  3. A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court by Mark Twain
  4. The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling. Again, I was surprised; admittedly, I could have ensured it by naming Mowgli.
  5. The Scarlet Pimpernel by the Baroness Orczy
  6. Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte, my personal favorite of that talented family.
  7. 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne (which I would not have figured out myself)
  8. The Time Machine by H.G. Wells. Hopefully, I'm not the only one who thinks of it as a classic.
  9. The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. I could, of course, said Dorian Gray, but that made it too easy.
  10. "A Cask of Amontillado" by Edgar Alan Poe (I know it's a story; sue me)
So, now you know the kinds of classics I favor. Kudos to Roy and The Mother for getting so many of these.

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Carrying on the List From Yesterday

>> Tuesday, March 16, 2010

See, you all probably thought I'd give you all the answers today. Haha, not so fast. I'll be the first to say that I would have struggled to determine some of these books from the first line, but I do know my characters. And, besides, I got the idea from Relax Max. Again. So, for all the ones not guessed, I'm going to provide character names and let you try again. If there was a character mentioned in the first line, I'll assume it wasn't enough and add a second character.

  1. Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll.
  2. The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas.
  3. Hank Morgan
  4. Father Wolf and Akela
  5. Marguerite St. Juste
  6. Catherine Earnshaw
  7. Pierre Arronax
  8. Time Traveler and Weena
  9. Basil Hallward
  10. Cask of Amontillado by Edgar Alan Poe (I know it's a story; sue me)
And, yes, I'll be doing the same on my other blogs, Ask Me Anything and Rocket Scientist.

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Ten Lines from Ten Classics

>> Monday, March 15, 2010

Relax Max did this on his blog and I enjoyed it, even though I did poorly guessing the classics. A large part of that is that I have very eclectic tastes in books (not necessarily the "classics"). However, I do like a number of classic books and stories. So, this is my take on the same exercise, using classics I love (and you know because I took the lines directly from my own ebook reader):

  1. Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, 'and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice 'without pictures or conversation?'
  2. On the 24th of February, 1810, the look-out at Notre-Dame de la Garde signalled the three-master, the Pharaon from Smyrna, Trieste, and Naples.
  3. It was in Warwick Castle that I came across the curious stranger whom I am going to talk about.
  4. It was seven o'clock of a very warm evening in the Seeonee hills when Father Wolf woke up from his day's rest, scratched himself, yawned and spread out his paws one after the other to get rid of the sleepy feeling in their tips.
  5. A surging, seething, murmuring crowd of beings that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but savage creatures, animated by vile passions and by the lust of vengeance and of hate.
  6. I have just returned from a visit to my landlord--the solitary neighbur that I shall be troubled with.
  7. The year 1866 was signalised by a remarkable incident, a mysterious and puzzling phenomenon, which doubtless no one has yet forgotten.
  8. The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was expounding a recondite matter to us.
  9. The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate scent of the pink-flowering thorn.
  10. The thousand injuries of Fortunato I have borne as best I could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge.
So, work and author, if possible. Note I will doing the same thing for my favorite (not necessarily classic) science fiction/fantasy works on Rocket Scientist and my favorite books-that-don't-qualify-as-either on Ask Me Anything. I think this is fun.

Oh, and I'm back.

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