Ivanhoe

Good scene in Torquilstone, the battle is described to Willfred by Rebecca, who hears and sees the battle from the tower. Good use of character perspective. Also: “And I alone escape to tell thee” out of De Bracy’s mouth to Prince John. Good action and plot. The 1st battle a mock battle, the 2nd a real battle (Torquilstone). Althestane’s rising from the dead 3 days FETCHED-FAR. Better to leave him dead. Frustration at Rebecca’s plight- no resolution for her. Frustration good for a reader. Other thoughts: too long, some of it could have been cut. Every book needs an editor.

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Things Fall Apart

Majority of book about pre-white man tribal life in Africa. Harsh customs of killing for the gods, but ancient customs, links to their ancestors. Now, with Christianity intruding, the tribes lose legality of their customs and come under the jurisdiction of the Queen of England. Ends with the thoughts of a white man, who will use the tragic material of Okonkwo’s death in his book, maybe a chapter, maybe just a paragraph. It is sad how totally the culture is consumed and westernized, how it remains powerless against forces of modernization. Inclusion of folk tales well done.

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Treasure Island

Constant action, some (most?) farfetched, the boy becomes hero of the island, at least in his description of the action. One small part switched to the Doctor’s point of view. Tale of pirates, treasure, one-legged men, sea adventures, Hawkins wrests control of the boat which is adrift… rather abrupt ending telling about the dispensation of the monies.

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The Crying of Lot 49

Surprisingly good for a modern novel. The characters beg for observation, not empathy. Oedipa Maas’ quest to figure out the Thurn and Taxis sub rosa postal empire ends with the auctioning off of the stamp collection. No closure, and yet it needs none. The reader does not wonder what happens next, does not care what becomes of Mucho Maas, does not question who is the mysterious bidder for Lot 49. It simply ends. The middle and early sections give a clear picture of the muddled state of late 20th century life in America. Everything is aptly named, from Dr. Hilarius (Oedipa’s shrink) to the Paranoids (the American British rock group), from San Narciso and the Echo Courts hotel to Genghis Cohen the stamp expert. This book dizzies you as you read, but not nauseatingly so. Just enough to make the 6 o’clock cocktails unnecessary.

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