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A slow, but promising start…beginning Possession: A Romance by A.S. Byatt.

Well, I’ve made a start on Possession, albeit a very slow one. I’ve found the book rather hard to ‘get into’, not helped of course by my being totally shattered after going back to full-time work.

It’s an odd opening to a novel, and a very literary and academic opening. Considering I’ve got an English degree and felt a tad ignorant when faced with all the literary references and academia cited, I’d imagine someone without said degree would feel more than a little lost. The characters so far all seem a little stuffy and, dare I say it (again!) rather self-absorbed, although judging by the reviews quoted on the cover and the all-round success of the book, I’m assuming the somewhat hard and superior exteriors of the characters are more easily penetrated as the story continues.

As I’ve said above, I’m ashamed and sorry to say that my reading so far has been of a plodding and lack-lustre quality; not helped my state of tiredness, and general inability to concentrate on anything requiring more than ten per cent of my sleep-craving brain. Although, as I read, I am starting to see a light at the end of the tunnel, the story is starting to stick to my mind – I find myself thinking about it while I wait for the kettle to boil, or while I wash my hair…this must, I think, be a good sign.

And so I read on…a slow, but promising start.

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Exciting…continuing Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier.

Only one hundred pages to go now. I got engrossed last night and stayed up horribly late reading, I’ve been shattered all day as a result, oops. I’m finding the book really gripping and the constant sensation that you are on the brink of something terrible never fails to keep you reading (even when it’s far past your bedtime).

I failed in my efforts of not becoming afraid of Mrs Danvers and, am happy to say she quite terrifies me. There aren’t enough scary women in classic novels. She reminds me of the typical Disney villain (and half of them are women) – demonstrating, from the outset, an inane and irrational hatred of the book’s heroine. At the point I’m at at the moment, her story’s not really been fully explained and I already have a plethora of theories about her, ranging from the wild to the ridiculous.

Nothing’s what it seems in this novel, from the characters themselves to the constantly unexpected plot. As a reader, you can’t help feeling that, as a result of the book’s narrator, it’s rather a case of the blind leading the blind. She (whose name has still not been revealed) is so young, innocent and meek that you find yourself clawing at the small snippets of information given to you (which go utterly misinterpreted by her) and wishing you could march in there and tell her to pull herself together. This, for me, has been the one disappointment of the book so far – to read, caged by the thoughts of such a weak and insipid narrator. So far, anyway, women have not been represented in the best light in the novel. They’re either evil, deranged, unfaithful, snobby, weak or clumsy – not the qualities one would choose to have one’s sex represented by.

Gender politics aside though, the book has really turned out to be a good read and I’m looking forward to sitting myself down with a cup of tea and devouring the last hundred pages…quite a turn-around when you consider Du Maurier’s still describing flowers by the vase-load whenever she can – but, I’m willing to put that aside for such a well written and exciting story. See, I’m getting wiser already and I’m only on book two.

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Anything could happen…reading Orlando: A Biography by Virginia Woolf.

Well, having had a bit of a head-start on this one (by virtue of the fact that I had already begun reading prior to my brother  suggesting the blog), I am well on my way through the book.

It’s a curious one, to say the least. Having previously read other books by Virginia Woolf (and liked them) I thought I had a pretty good idea of the type of book to expect. I’ve been surprised. I chose Orlando having seen Jeanette Winterson – another of my favourite writers – recommend it as a book that meant a lot to her on the BBC’s week of books programmes. Winterson said that when she read Orlando, prior to her becoming an author, it inspired her and made her think ‘that’s how I want to write’- and it’s very easy to see the similarity.

Orlando, or Orlando: A Biography to give it its full title, is beautifully and unexpectedly written.  It does tend towards Woolf’s stream of consciousness style of writing, but by no means as much so as Mrs Dalloway or To The Lighthouse, for example. Ostensibly it’s far less serious than the other Woolf novels I’ve read, yet at the same time cleverly confronts some big issues head-on. At times Woolf, or Orlando’s biographer as the narrator describes themself, directly addresses the reader, something I’ve always been fond of…and a device that seems to be used less and less these days. Thumbs up so far.

There’s no predicting the plot of this book, least of all because the story world does not abide by the same rules and confines of our own. The ‘biographer’ is always keen to emphasise their responsibility to the reader to convey facts and truth, and yet the story being told is more than a little bit fantastical. I don’t want to give too much away about the plot, but suffice to say not many protagonists go to bed a man and wake up a woman…just when you thought you were starting to ‘get it’. Anything could, and probably will, happen. As for the often cited feminism of the book, well, I’ll have to keep thinking on that one; especially since the Duke – ‘…Orlando was a man till the age of thirty; when he became a woman…’ – is now wearing a skirt and pearls.

Anyway, so far so good. Brownie points for engaging and striking language, unusual narration and a consciously chronological – but by no means linear – story. Goodness knows what’s going to happen before the end – sixty-ish pages to go – I’ll keep you posted.

On a positive/negative note, depending upon your viewpoint, I’m beginning to see that what with all this reading I’ll have to seriously neglect my Minesweeper obsession. C’est la vie. As for the tea addiction, even though Orlando isn’t a fan of it…I’ll just pop the kettle on.

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