He Knew He Was Right by Anthony Trollope proved to be a fine summer novel. Like most of Trollope, it is long. So 20-30 pages a day means it takes a month to finish. But the reading is quite rewarding. Keen insights into the situation of a certain class of women, who have occupied the popular imaginary for more than a century: the constrained, corseted, almost imprisoned Victorian young women, whose entire social identity depends on the men in their social orbit. Trollope here concentrates almost entirely on the women’s point of view. Gripping!
Blogs I Follow
- Looking forward to reading some new Sarah Shun-lien Bynum
- “Novels are machines for falsely generating belief”… essay on fiction, by Zadie Smith in The New York Review of Books
- The Big Sleep, by Raymond Chandler
- Fiasco, by Thomas Ricks
- Adam and Allison Grant rewrite children’s books and much fiction: “Noble deed doers, you should first lecture the victims and help them help themselves more otherwise you are an enabler…”
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