Does anyone call Robinson Crusoe a picaresque? Do we have to be questing or adventuring to be picaresque, or is it enough to be episodic? In any case, Robinson Crusoe is episodic, and unevenly so, in exactly that way that will leave the well-versed reader saying, “This was totally written before 1750.”
So the religious/didactic element is a definite sign of Early Novel Syndrome, as is, I believe, the issue of time passing strangely that I wrote about a bit yesterday. Two more posts on two more symptoms of ENS should do it for Defoe, for now, and then I’ll try to perk us up next [...]
Yesterday’s bite wasn’t exactly tiny. But folks, there was so much more to say! Today, for a break, I will be truly brief.
Last week I discussed the extreme lengths of time that pass in Robinson Crusoe, throughout the book, with very little indication that so much time is going by. The narration will [...]
I implied yesterday that I had writer’s block. I don’t. I have time issues, and a block as far as being able to write something in the allotted time (say…ten minutes). But then again maybe it is a certain kind of writer’s block: I want to make an argument, but I don’t have the [...]
Let me break my writer’s block once more with a poem:
Young Robinson was born a Romantic To dour Christian parents, hard-working and content To remain at home, never crossing the Atlantic Where he, tempest-tossed, found life progressing without his consent; Leaving him first enslaved, then escaped, with life And limb intact but little [...]
Robinson Crusoe, or The Life and Strange Surprizing Adventures of Robinson Crusoe, was first published in 1719, and you probably think you know the story. Daniel Defoe’s novel, you imagine, relates the tale of a castaway lost on a desert island, where he saves the life of a fellow unfortunate, a black man he [...]
Joseph Conrad’s novella The Duel represents a certain class of work that “I know when I see it,” but have a hard time describing very well. Let’s call it, as they say, “the work of a master at the height of his powers.” But a caveat is necessary—it’s not a masterpiece, or a master [...]
In 1956, John Steinbeck began rewriting Thomas Malory’s stories of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. He worked on this until 1959 and stopped, unfinished. At first, he considered it a translation job. He said in a 1956 letter to his literary agent that “I’m going to make a trial run—not [...]
Mathilda is quite the little book. Written by Mary Shelley a year after Frankenstein, it was never published in her lifetime. And while the father-daughter incest element isn’t exactly explicit, it’s certainly subversive and pretty wild.
The novella opens similarly to The Lifted Veil: the narrator, assuring us that she is close to death, [...]
Just one of the wonderful things about the Art of the Novella challenge is that I had been loving, buying, and reading these babies (yes, in that order) long before Frances threw down her gauntlet, and with the addition of titles I read in other editions (oh, Friday humor), I have plenty of material [...]
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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