Thursday, June 30, 2022

The Princess Bride by William Goldman (novel #200)

“You seem a decent fellow,” Inigo said. “I hate to kill you.”

“You seem a decent fellow,” answered the man in black. “I hate to die.”

 

Full title:  The Princess Bride: S. Morgenstern's Classic Tale of True Love and High Adventure, The "Good Parts" Version Abridged by William Goldman

 

The full title is confusing. There is no such work by S. Morgenstern, in fact, there is no S. Morgenstern; he is fiction. The actual author, Goldman, pretends to have abridged an imaginary work by Morgenstern. The imaginary book is a scholarly, but mostly dull history of Florin. Goldman, still pretending, has fond memories of his father reading it to him, never realizing his father omitted most of the history and only read the exciting adventure passages. Goldman wants to continue the tradition and excitedly buys an edition for his own son, but is disappointed when the boy doesn’t like it. Goldman is incredulous, until he reads it himself, only to realize his false perception of the book. Consequently, Goldman writes the “Good Parts” version for his son and posterity. But again, this is all fiction.

 

It’s sort of metafiction, but not precisely. Perhaps experimental fiction? Indeed, after I wrote that, I found one description calling it “experimental metafiction” (feeling smug now). It is definitely a fantasy romance. Is a synopsis necessary? Isn’t everyone, in the Western Hemisphere at least, familiar with the film, and ergo familiar with the story?

 

Just in case: it is set in Florin, a fictional mid-19th Century European country. The hero, Westley is a simple farmhand in love with the farmer’s daughter Buttercup. Yes Buttercup! She is rather simple, insensitive, and blossoming into a legendary beauty. It is only when Buttercup notices another woman noticing Westley, that she truly notices Westley, and discovers she loves him. He sets off to make his fortune, with the promise of returning for Buttercup.

 

And then things get complicated. There are pirates, a giant, an evil prince, a six-fingered sadist, an evil genius, master sword makers, master swordsmen, a miracle man and R.O.U.S.es (rodents of unusual size). There are swordfights, contests of strength, battles of wits…to the death, kidnapping, torture, conspiracy revenge, and a deceptive dream sequence.

 

Goldman, in his role as the abridger of Morgenstern’s work, interjects commentary throughout: why he included this section, why he omitted another, two-sentence summaries of excised portions, etc. These fictional commentaries are often as entertaining as the story itself. Such as…

 

But from a narrative point of view, in 105 pages nothing happens. Except this: “What with one thing and another, three years passed.”

 

He includes many references to his own, genuine career as a writer. His works include several Academy Award winning screenplays. This mixture of truth and fiction can leave the reader confused as to what is genuine and what is fiction. I loved that, but it was indeed confusing. In one commentary, he refers to a reunion scene between Westley and Buttercup, which is conspicuous by its absence. Goldman says he wrote the reunion scene, but the publisher removed it since it was not part of Morgenstern’s original. The publisher agreed to provide it to any reader who requested it. Goldman even gives the address to write to, which at one time was the legitimate address of the publisher, though that publisher no longer exists. As I understand it, had you written when it was valid you would have received a letter from the author explaining the legal difficulties that prevent releasing the scene. This is again, just part of the experimental metafiction. Brilliant! (a copy of the letter is available HERE)

 

 

After the primary conclusion of the story, there are several excerpts for a sequel. These are, yet again, experimental metafiction, though it is unclear if Goldman intended to one day, actually write the sequel.

 

Still in his fictional abridger role, he concludes the whole thing with…

 

And you know what? I like these four. Buttercup and Westley, Fezzik and Inigo. They’ve all suffered, been punished, no silver spoons for this bunch. And I can just feel these terrible forces gathering against them. I just know it’s going to get worse for them than it’s ever been. Will they all live? Death of the Heart the subtitle says. Whose death? And even more important maybe, whose heart? Morgenstern has never given them an easy shot at happiness.

 

This time I sure hope he lets them get there…

 

This is the first time I’ve read The Princess Bride or Goldman, though I was familiar with the story for the film. Like the film, the book is a fantastic lark. I highly recommend both. If you are familiar with the film, read the book. If you have not seen the film, read the book and then watch the film. If you have read the book, but not watched the film…nah, I can’t believe such a person exists.

 

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


 

 

This novel satisfies the What’s in a Name 2022 challenge category of a title that is: A person’s name, and their description.

 

And, drumroll please, this is novel #200, of the 200 Greatest Novels of All Time. I will post a wrap-up of novels 101 – 200 in a few days.

 

Other excerpts:

 

…and as the boat drew close the Turk reached out a giant arm and then she was back in the safety of her murderers…

 

“Never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line.”

 

Inigo looked down at him. The Count’s frozen face was petrified and ashen and the blood still poured down the parallel cuts. His eyes bulged wide, full of horror and pain. It was glorious. If you like that kind of thing.

 

 

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Thursday, June 23, 2022

The Cardboard Box - a Sherlock Holmes short story

"The Cardboard Box" is a Sherlock Holmes short story also known as “The Adventure of the Cardboard Box” in The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes collection. According to The Annotated Sherlock Holmes, it was Holmes 25th case chronologically.

 

The last several cases I read were a bit weak in demonstrating Holmes’ extraordinary powers of observation and deduction. The Cardboard Box was more on par. It is a rather grisly case, as Dr. Watson hints at in the opening paragraph.

 

It’s a double murder, with human remains sent via post, to an unassuming spinster. Through inspections of the remains, and observation of the recipient, Holmes is able to deduce the motive, means, and identity of the culprit.

 

However, my favorite part of this adventure, was a superb reference to the writings of Edgar Allan Poe. I nearly stood and cheered. You may have heard that Poe invented the detective story. You may have read on this blog, that Sherlock Holmes, is modeled after Poe’s detective C. Auguste Dupin. Apart from Dupin being French, and Holmes English, the similarities are obvious to any reader. Dupin and Holmes both observe seemingly insignificant details and make logical inferences to the amazement of their friends and foes. Both have a straight man: an unnamed narrator for Dupin; Dr. Watson, of course, for Holmes.

 

And although Dupin is clearly the archetype detective, I was not aware that Arthur Conan Doyle ever acknowledged such…until I read “The Cardboard Box”. In the beginning of the story Sherlock and Dr. Watson are found relaxing, smoking, reading in Holmes’ flat, as they so often are, when suddenly and with no apparent prompt, Holmes vocally concurs with Watson’s private thoughts of the moment. Watson is amazed and Holmes uses the occasion to remind Watson how they had disagreed over the plausibility of Poe’s detective (Doyle names Poe, but not Dupin), and his ability to seemingly read thoughts by observing slight outward expressions and mannerisms – a method demonstrated by Dupin in Poe’s stories. Holmes proves to Watson, that Poe’s fictional detective is not so inconceivable as Watson had apparently argued.

 

Bravo Sir Arthur!

 

I believe this was a brilliant subtle homage to Poe.

 

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Tuesday, June 14, 2022

Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens (novel #199)

…death, fires, and burglary, make all men equals. ~ narrative from Oliver Twist

 

Oliver Twist, alternately titled The Beggar Boy’s Progress, is Dicken’s second novel, one of his best known, and shorter than most. If you believe the myth that Dickens was paid per word, you might believe he hadn’t quite learned the full value of verbosity just yet.

 

It’s the story of a poor orphan – obviously, with a heart of gold – of course, who unbeknownst to himself, and the reader, has been robbed of his rightful station – yep, falls amongst vagabonds and thieves – why not, then into kind and caring hands – sure, repeat vagabonds, repeat kind and caring, throw in a whole bunch of ironic coincidence, and then oh so satisfying justice.

 

My epitomizing might seem like criticism. It isn’t, though I think sometimes Dickens is a bit of a guilty pleasure. Please note the emphasis on sometimes, because I love Dickens: A Tale of Two Cities – the greatest novel EVER; David Copperfield and Bleak House amongst my all-time favorites; and A Christmas Carol - amazing! But, every work of Dickens cannot rise to such standards. 

 

I first read this at least 30 years ago and loved it, but this time round, I was just a bit less impressed. I will make but one precise criticism. The unbelievable coincidence – a Dickens trademark – is just too unbelievable in this tale. Too many; too frequent; too perfect*. I’ve struggled with this before with Dickens. It’s in every novel. But, each novel should stand on its own. A coincidence in one novel, does not render a different coincidence in a distinct novel less plausible, though it sort of feels that way. But when Mr. Dickens employs one ironic twist, after another, after another, after another, in the same story, it’s just absurd. Oliver Twist was his second novel. I have noticed that he progresses as an author and does not lean so heavily on this device in later novels.

 

And again, lest my point is lost in all this nit-picking, it is a very enjoyable read. When Dickens’ hallmark poetic justice, teetering on the edge of calamity, begins to unfold, I couldn’t put it down. Very captivating, very satisfying!

 

Let the tears which fell, and the broken words which were exchanged in the long close embrace between the orphans, be sacred. A father, sister, and mother, were gained, and lost, in that one moment. Joy and grief were mingled in the cup; but there were no bitter tears: for even grief itself arose so softened, and clothed in such sweet and tender recollections, that it became a solemn pleasure, and lost all character of pain.

 

 

My rating: 3 1/2  out of 5 stars

 

 

 

 

This novel satisfies 19th Century Classic in the Back to the Classics Challenge 2022

 

 

 

 

* Yes, I know “too perfect” is grammatically untenable, unless of course one uses it for effect.

 

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Thursday, June 9, 2022

The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli

The Prince was written by Niccoló Machiavelli as a gift, having no other suitable gift, for his prince. It is political theory and philosophy intended to instruct the young prince on how to rule his dominion well and securely. I admire Machiavelli for this:  recognizing that wisdom is a gift at least as valuable as the fancy baubles that others might offer.

 

However, my admiration principally ends there. Machiavelli espouses a philosophy of situation ethics, which posits, the end justifies the means. Indeed his name has become synonymous with the concept.

 

I recognize, in many instances, this is the way of the world. Many world leaders, past and present, have taken pages from Machiavelli’s playbook…Literally! By literally, I mean…ahem! Literally! I believe, many have read it, decided it makes good sense, and have adopted the methods to their own rule. It isn’t just political. I am certain that many a shrewd businessperson also follows Machiavelli’s precepts.

 

…it is unnecessary for a prince to have all the good qualities I have enumerated, but it is very necessary to appear to have them.

I do not endorse Machiavelli’s philosophy, though I acknowledge its efficacy. I read his treatise, to see how the other half lives. The Lord Jesus told a parable of an unjust steward. I believe he was instructing his disciples to understand the ways of the world. He said:

…the sons of this world are more shrewd in their generation than the sons of light…

 
He was not telling them to emulate the unjust steward, but to be aware, and beware.

 

Hence, I read Machiavelli. I can be a bit naïve about the ways of the world. The Prince certainly hard slapped some of that naïveté out of me.

 

Christ also admonishes his followers to be wise as serpents, and gentle as doves. Machiavelli made me wise to the ways of the world; I pray the Lord will make me gentle.

 

Excerpts:  to illustrate Machiavelli’s philosophy, not to endorse it.

 

For injuries ought to be done all at one time, so that, being tasted less, they offend less, benefits ought to be given little by little, so that the flavor of them may last longer.

 

Upon this a question arises:  whether it be better to be loved than feared or feared than loved? It may be answered that one should wish to be both, but, because it is difficult to unite them in one person, it is much safer to be feared than loved…     

 

…men have less scruple in offending one who is beloved than one who is feared…

 

…those princes who have done great things have held good faith of little account…

 

If men were entirely good this precept would not hold, but because they are bad, and will not keep faith with you, you too are not bound to observe it with them.

 

…it is unnecessary for a prince to have all the good qualities I have enumerated, but it is very necessary to appear to have them.

 

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Wednesday, June 8, 2022

Top Ten Tuesday - Top Ten Books with a unit of TIME in the title

TOP TEN TUESDAY is a weekly meme hosted by That Artsy Reader Girl

 

 


 

 

Topic for June 7, 2022: Top Ten Books with a unit of TIME in the title

 

Let’s just accept that this is actually Thirteen…and that it’s Wednesday, and then get over it. I was having fun with the progression and didn’t want to stop. And I’m late.

 

176 Milliseconds by John McWilliams

 

One Second After by William R. Forstchen

 

Eleven Minutes by Paulo Coelho

 

The Hour of the Star by Clarice Lispector

 

If on a Winter's Night a Traveller  by Italo Calvino

 

The Day of the Locust by Natanael West

 

Five Weeks in a Baloon by Jules Verne

 

A Fortnight Before the Frost by Sigurd Hoel and Sverre Lyngstad

 

A Month in the Country by J. L. Carr

 

One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez

 

Storm of the Century by Stephen King

 

Millennium by John Varley

 

The Forever War by Joe Haldeman

 

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