Honestly, I quite like those. I found some online book group that has an entire page of potted biographies for War and Peace characters, I think that would really help
Hmm. I LOVED that book when I first read it, and I would have put good money on it being that I did so long before 2000. Have you seen the film? I liked that less, but I still enjoyed it. It was, I think, the last film for the girl from the remake of Sabrina, who dropped from the world until she resurfaced as someone’s mom in Madmen, the most loathsome show about loathsome people, except perhaps the U.S. version of House of Cards. I can’t remember her name. I guess I have to google it. brb. Julia Ormond.
Now, of course, you have me curious how I’d react to a re-read of it. I don’t recall being intrigued by the plot so much as by the shit inside Smilla’s head. She was on the outside, always observing and synthesizing what she observed. And she saw what others did not want her to see, which I also related to. And she was dangerous as a result. I liked the power that gave her.
The best example of a book I LOVED when I was younger, but was bored by when I returned 20 years later was Forester’s The Razor’s Edge. I’d read it first one summer between college semesters and was so fixated on how much it got me with its yearning. So much so that I was surprised by how much I did not give a shit about Larry or Sophie or Isabel the next time I slogged through it. The Great Gatsby for me is similar. Who fucking wants to deal with Daisy? But Luhrmann’s remake was interesting in its stylization.
I don’t have the adrenaline for thrillers anymore. I listen to audiobooks of history, and since I know the outcome, I’m not as disturbed by the pace of events.
I’m all for re-readings, just not novels that begin with the diagram of a family tree
Honestly, I quite like those. I found some online book group that has an entire page of potted biographies for War and Peace characters, I think that would really help
Hmm. I LOVED that book when I first read it, and I would have put good money on it being that I did so long before 2000. Have you seen the film? I liked that less, but I still enjoyed it. It was, I think, the last film for the girl from the remake of Sabrina, who dropped from the world until she resurfaced as someone’s mom in Madmen, the most loathsome show about loathsome people, except perhaps the U.S. version of House of Cards. I can’t remember her name. I guess I have to google it. brb. Julia Ormond.
Now, of course, you have me curious how I’d react to a re-read of it. I don’t recall being intrigued by the plot so much as by the shit inside Smilla’s head. She was on the outside, always observing and synthesizing what she observed. And she saw what others did not want her to see, which I also related to. And she was dangerous as a result. I liked the power that gave her.
The best example of a book I LOVED when I was younger, but was bored by when I returned 20 years later was Forester’s The Razor’s Edge. I’d read it first one summer between college semesters and was so fixated on how much it got me with its yearning. So much so that I was surprised by how much I did not give a shit about Larry or Sophie or Isabel the next time I slogged through it. The Great Gatsby for me is similar. Who fucking wants to deal with Daisy? But Luhrmann’s remake was interesting in its stylization.
I don’t have the adrenaline for thrillers anymore. I listen to audiobooks of history, and since I know the outcome, I’m not as disturbed by the pace of events.
You're right, it's very enjoyable to read about a truly powerful female antagonist. I haven't seen the film, it looks DREADFUL. Gabriel Byrne, what??
Haha. I guess if you're looking for angst...