Alright. So I was about to write a long post about using literature as a romantic litmus test, pegged to a press release I received earlier this week about the launch of the UK's Penguin Dating, powered by match.com. More on that later, perhaps.
But I took a break to wander up to the Portland Public Library, and scored this treasure from the Free Books pile: Health and Hygiene for the Modern Woman, by Leonard H.
Even in her unbridled fantasies, happiness had been difficult to conjure.
The Anna (Roitman) K. of Irina Reyn's new novel What Happened to Anna K. (Touchstone)
is doomed from the start. Literature and movies have blurred her
conception of reality. She wants Heathcliff and Darcy, romance,
Dostoyevsky-esque intensity combined with fairytale endings. But she
recognizes that even in her romantic imaginings, there's always a tinge
of sadness, of unresolved conflict, of stormy situation. It's as though
she needs to exist at the apex of every story, unable to move toward
the denouement. And in this modern re-imagining of Tolstoy's Anna Karenina that takes place within New York City's Russian immigrant community, Anna's intellectual depressiveness is her fatal downfall.
The folks over at The Millions have posted their responses to the question: What was the book that started it all for you? They've encouraged lurkers to post responses either in the comments or on their own blogs; I'm taking the second route.
Blogger Edan and I have a lot in common. Here's her entry:
"According to my mother, I could read novels before I
was potty trained.
Yesterday, Maureen Dowd compared Barack Obama to Jane Austen's prideful Mr. Darcy, and took the metaphor farther by claiming that we Americans are collectively his Elizabeth Bennet. Fine. Dowd also casts John McCain as Wickham, the manipulative lying cad who somehow pulls the wool over even an intelligent person's eyes.
Yesterday, Maureen Dowd compared Barack Obama to Jane Austen's
prideful Mr. Darcy, and took the metaphor farther by claiming that we
Americans are collectively his Elizabeth Bennet. Fine. Dowd also casts
John McCain as Wickham, the manipulative lying cad who somehow pulls
the wool over even an intelligent person's eyes.
some part of the last 24 hours brainstorming how I would fill out the
cast...But found it more difficult than I'd anticipated. Any help?