Observations from my weekly wanderings, usually in Northern Virginia (NOVA).
I began reading Les Misérables; I’m only about 100 pages in, of 1300, but it’s very good so far.
But I must say that title is a terrible misnomer. Why Victor Hugo named it Less Miserable – silly French spelling aside – I’ll never know. I can’t imagine anything MORE miserable. It’s the story of poor Jean Valjean and I definitely think More Miserable would have been a better title.
Nevertheless, I’m using NOVA this week to display my Christmas gift from my son and daughter-in-law:
A two-volume, 1938 Heritage Press, Heritage Club edition of Les Misérables, illustrated by Lynd Ward and translated by Lascelles Wraxall. It is in nearly new condition and has the original slip case. I’ve mentioned elsewhere that I have a hardcover edition of every book I’ve read on my quest, but this is now one of my most treasured.
(stealing the fateful loaf of bread)
(People don’t always get my sense of humor, and I’m sure it’s less obvious in print – so, I know the title is not Less Miserable.)