The Mysteries of Udolpho tiny review

I love Jane Austen’s books and I think it’s quite a good opening sentence for this Ann Radcliffe’s The Mysteries of Udolpho tiny review. Because lets face the truth, I don’t think that someone else is reading her books these days. I do hope I’m wrong. And beside the small groups of fanatics of Austen’s works there is other group of admirers of Gothic horror/romance novels who reads them in winter evenings, surrounded by light of candles and howling wind.

But back to the Mysteries of Udolpho. I bought it few years ago (after watching some Jane Austen’s fan movie) and I left it on bookshelf for those long years. Because it’s a Gothic romance. Probably very exalted and “romantic” to the core. And funny thing is that it is all that but in the same way it has quite interesting plot. Main heroine faints from time to time, and she is taken by horros and strange fears even more, but in the same time she tries to actually restrain her vivid imagination and rest calm. She is again righteous to the core but this didn’t interrupt her to be quite nosy about all strange things.

I was afraid that this book will be long and not very intriguing, but I did read it with great interest just because I was honestly curious how Emilia, the main character will end (and be sure that I often can guess what will happen in this types of books). Add to it this nice feeling that you are reading something that Jane Austen read, and bunch of others women in her times. Think about beautiful landscapes and pleases too (and strange gloomy castles!) which were so vividly present in the book. And you will come with quite a nice and interesting book which is not only entertaining but gives quite inside into those strange but so romantic times.

I wander if you’ve hear about The Mysteries of Udolpho?:-)

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about One Hundred Years of Solitude

about One Hundred Years of Solitude

I have to admit that writing about One Hundred Years of Solitude was difficult. For the first time I read it years ago, in polish. And when I think about it now, all I can remember is the feeling of richness of the writing. Thickness of descriptions. There is a reminiscence of beauty too. But the story itself was lost completely.

Some time ago I got it as a birthday gift, so the right time came for the second reading. More careful and attentive one, that was my plan. I’m not sure if I managed to do that, but I definitely tried.
 
While reading, all the thoughts and ideas that were there with me the first time came back. There was also a new thing. A feeling of timelessness. All the sons in the Buendía family were named the same. There were additional surnames, nicknames and so on, but oh my! I was lost many times wondering about who exactly I’m reading about. It was as the loneliness of each of the generation, each of Aureliano and José Arcadio was merged in one. In one endless solitary existence.

This time I also decided to read something about author and about the book itself. And I was surprised to hear that it is a story of the country. This made me realize that there is a lot I’m not noticing. Nuances and details of the history itself. And If I’m missing that, the question is what else?

The answer to this question seems pretty simple. I have the impression that in the year or so only the small reminiscence will stay with me. Details, emotions. Nothing more. And maybe in few years, the story will return to its beginnings and I will start to read the book again, trying to remember and rediscover why I felt this utter solitude breaking out from the book…

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Short story about Kafka and The Metamorphosis

Kafka and the Metamorphosis

So here are few things about Kafka and The Metamorphosis. To be honest I was a bit afraid of his works. There is this gloomy dark aura around his writings and what’s more, around Kafka himself. But as I’m living now in his city and his country I thought I would just give it a try.

So, I’ve started with some of his short stories. The book I got was a compilation of all his works published when he was alive. The stories were the ones which the author really wanted to show to the world. As you know or not, his most famous books were published postmortem, by his friend, who was asked by Kafka to burn all unpublished stories.

But back to the topic, reading slowly through my book, I was heading slowly but surely to the Metamorphosis. I was curious. In a bad way. It’s not normal being curious about the story of the man who turns into a big insect. And yet, I think it provokes such strange uneasiness and well, curiosity in each and every person that it becomes normal in some wayBecause we are human. We are curious by nature about wired things. So after all, Kafka got a plus from me. Just by reminding me that I’m like everyone. In every way.

And then the story came. And again I think it is about us. Humans. About our nature. But not the idealized one, or the demonized one. The true nature of human which is mixture of goodness and badness, selfishness and empathy. Cowardliness and bravery. And all what is between. And I have to admit, that Kafka presented it in unique beautiful and a bit creepy way. By telling a story about a big bug…


Even though 
Kafka and The Metamorphosis will make you sad, it is definitely worth reading. I still feel sad when I think about it, yet I want to read it again. Just to take deep dive in, into all the facets of the human nature. Maybe I will understand it better next time…

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