This Sunday finds me back in the natal bosom (after eight hours of travel yesterday). Fortunately I’m feeling much better than I was on Friday. It’s nice to have a Sunday sleep-in in a “real” house (even though it’s ridiculously cluttered up with Christmas decorations), where a pot of coffee is already brewing by [...]
And sick. I was supposed to write today about The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, but I have been feeling pretty awful since last night and it’s going to have to wait for next week. Unfortunately, today is one of those days when I absolutely have to work—not least because everyone at my office has [...]
All through H.G. Wells’s novella The Croquet Player I was half scolding myself for enjoying it so much. The scene: Mr. Frobisher, man of leisure and player of croquet, listens to a tale of a supernatural fear told by a Dr. Finchatton, now taking a brief cure away from Cainsmarsh, the scene of his [...]
So The Moonstone is put together from this unusually large number of separate narratives, which appear in nonoverlapping chronological order. This is the kind of thing that’s right up my alley, and somehow I didn’t even know about it until I’d opened the book to the table of contents. Shameful.
Sarah commented on my post about Gabriel Betteredge, the narrator of the first part of The Moonstone (actually, not of the very first part), that she thinks “the strength of The Moonstone is in its characters, especially Gabriel,” and I tend to think she is right. Or at least, one of its biggest strengths.
T.S. Eliot is often quoted as saying that The Moonstone was “the first and greatest of English detective novels, and I’m hard-pressed to disagree with him. Exciting and suspenseful, well-constructed, and with several really great characters… Anyway, I’ll have more to say about that this week. Also to come: The Croquet Player by H.G. [...]
My Friend Amy set up a new blog/initiative last month that several others have been promoting lately: Buy Books for the Holidays. Now, I am not one to moralize on how people ought to read more, and books are better for you than TV or movies, nor on what kinds of businesses it’s right [...]
I am in love with the narrator of (the first part of) The Moonstone. The faithful old steward, as the case against his mistress’s daughter becomes thicker and thicker:
It was downright frightful to hear him piling up proof after proof against Miss Rachel, and to know, while one was longing to defend her, [...]
Man and boy,” said honest Jarl, “I have lived ever since I can remember.” And truly, who may call to mind when he was not? To ourselves, we all seem coeval with creation. Whence it comes, that it is so hard to die, ere the world itself is departed.
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